I'll be home for Christmas...

I'm in Orem. YAY!

It was rather unexpected, I only just found out yesterday afternoon that I was coming up here. I'm pumped. It is weird to be home. Well, it is completely normal, and that is weird.
It feels like I never left, it's an odd feeling. Like I'm living dual lives. My Orem life with my purple bedroom, and my Vegas life with my insane roommate.

My nieces are pumped because there is snow on the ground--a rarity in their lives. They immediately piled on coats and mittens and ran outside. I immediately jumped on my parents sexy iMac. I [heart] Photobooth; Lukie and I were playing on it for over a half hour.



I'm going out with mein vati tonight but he is giving me a fit with his passiveness. I want to go see Flushed Away again, because I thought it was hilarious. He wants to see Casino Royale for the 3rd time. Don't get me wrong, I am an Explosion Movie girl all the way, but I just want to see something light and goofy tonight. I told him that I wanted to see it with him and the movie time. Then he started making plans with other people. ?! He accused me of not paying attention to anything but "that box" (aka the sexy iMac), and basically said that I wouldn't make any specific plans; when in reality I have given my SPECIFIC plans as to what, when, and where! GOSH. Boys are so weird. He keeps bringing up other movies for us to go to, and I keep saying which one I want to see. He won't acknowledge that he doesn't want to see it! I just want him to say, "You know what Susannah, I'm not in the mood for that but I would still love to go somewhere with you." Wonderful, lets go. Instead I have COMPLETE AVOIDANCE of it.



Dad: If your mother happens to ask what I'd like for Christmas would you tell her it rhymes with burtles?
Mom: with a T?
Dad: Yeah.
Mom: She's making them.
Elizabeth: Nicht for you!
Dad: Or a vacation in a place that rhymes with Paui or Bancun.
Elizabeth: Or Buerta Vallarta





He loved Flushed Away. I knew he would, gosh.
I've officially gone over my Christmas budget already, which is not at all shocking. It adds up so very quickly.
I've decided the most difficult people to shop for are my Mom and my older nephews. My mother is always very appreciative of any gift, however she is not afraid of returning things to the store from whence they came. It is this that I am trying to avoid. I tend to buy her things that I would enjoy. Especially in clothing. I live my skinny life vicariously through my mom and little sister. Unfortunately they don't have my odd love of vibrant colors, Nintendo-themed apparel, really high heels, and (nearly) everything Isaac Mizrahi.
I get so entirely enthralled with picking out and giving gifts that I had practically forgotten the entire "recieving" end of Christmas until I saw a wrapped package under the tree with SUSANNAH emblazoned on it in Sharpie. Ooooo.



I have to leave here in about 32 hours, so I'd better make the most of it. Each time I come back here I tell myself I am going to do those things that I can't do at home; go to the restaurants I don't have, play tennis on my parents court, play pool with my siblings. But I never do them! --well, it's too cold for tennis (30 degrees, eek), but I plan on doing the others. :D