Today, on the fifth moon past the start of the new year, I come to all of you with an apology. To use concise terminology, my blog was the target of a self-imposed moratorium; I literally had negative desire to post any update to this here Internet weblog. Fortunately for both my viewers and myself, the deadline for this blogging assignment just so happens to be this Friday. Using my own backwards logic and verbal maladroitness under a lack of pressure, I reason that this general lack of time and approaching deadline will motivate me to complete at least one blog a day. It was not my intention to behave perfidiously to you, my faithful viewers; I really just needed a long break from all things written and thought-based. I'll also not be saturnine about these here entries; I'll really try to put in an honest effort to make these blogs witty and amusing. With that briefly taken care of, let us delve deep into the mysteries and drama of my Christmas celebration.
In my opinion, school saps all the fun of the holiday season. This year, all of my childish ebullience was completely drained somewhere in between the Physics labs and general homework, tests, and assignments abound. I literally had no time to devote to the pursuit of Yuletide merriment; my academics demanded that I cede all my free time to them throughout the entirety of the month. To fit in another vocabulary word, one could quite possibly express with words of the verbal type or disposition that schoolwork usurped my entire free time bracket. Luckily for myself, however, I was pleasantly surprised on Christmas morning.
Having been unable to fall asleep the night before, Christmas morning found me in a state of profound lethargy of the psyche and persona. Upon waking, I was displeased to discover that I was the only one awake in the house. Thusly, I willed myself to the kitchen to enjoy some Christmas comestibles before the festivities began. As the rest of my family roused from their slumber, I perused my stocking. Inside, I was pleased to find exactly seven lumps of coal in my stocking. They were not meant to be some sort of invidious statement or anonymous stigma; the chocolate coals were designed only to impart good-humor into their recipient. As the day wore on, my younger brother and I opened our presents under the festive Yuletide arbor. The Christmas customs of my family were upheld as we did so; as always, Evan eagerly ripped open his gifts whilst I slowly and meticulously unwrapped each present in the utmost display of sang-froid behavior.
All things considered, I'd say it was a pretty good haul this year. Of all the gifts I received, I think my new lobster-themed bedding may be my favorite. Due to the sheer wackiness factor, I think it beats out my new electron microscope and NASA supercomputer. I also can't wait to receive my new mattress sometime this week; the combination of new bed and lobster-themed bedding makes for a winning combination of comfort and comfortability. Stay tuned at any rate; I'll most likely be writing a New Year themed entry tomorrow which will be infinitely more interesting than this post has been on the whole. Again, I apologize for my garrulous and saliently baroque verbal style this post; I just really need to include vocab words and get these posts out of the way. Tomorrow will be better or your money back.
My brother has the same sheets in his bed hahhah they're so cute
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