Santa Time

Oh wow. I was just at an amazing party. Let me tell you, I get party anxiety. Really bad. Especially parties that my ex-boyfriend of four years is attending. It turned out fine though. We hugged, chatted somewhat. He's a strange boy. He's very yoga-ey and spiritual. I'm more girly girl and brash.

I'm now laying in bed at my mom's place and I can hear my younger brother whistling in the other room. It's midnight and he still whistles. It reminds me of when we were younger. I would get so mad and storm into his room and yell at him to be quiet so that I could go to bed. I'm a lot nicer now. I think it helped that I moved out.

I can't believe how tired I am. It's time to go to bed and wait for Santa to break in.

Ciao!