This has been a most weird afternoon. With Christmas approaching and all that, my mom decided to invite all relatives. With all their small, hyperactive, screaming kids. And of course, I had to babysit. Hurray. Thanks to “Jungle Book” and “Pirates of the Caribbean” my work was much easier and I could finish The Hobbit in silence.
Occasionally I was interrupted, of course.
Firstly, I had to open the presents. A turquoise pullover, two sizes smaller ( people tend to forget that I actually do grow up while they don’t see me ) with something in its pockets ( please be money, please be money). A bracelet, which is surprisingly pretty. Then of course, some odd smelly candles which I will probably never use.
Then of course, answer all questions.
What grade are you in?
Do you have a boyfriend yet?
Oh, you play the piano? Sing us something.
How is high school?
Are you the first one in your class?
After everyone ate enough ( do you notice how relatives always seem to be getting fatter every time you see them?)
they started singing karaoke. And not any song. Andrea fucking Bocelli.
At least, the cherry pie was delicious.
This evening , according to the legend, St. Nicholaus is filling the shoes of all good children with sweets and fruits. As a child, thanks to my family, I strongly believed in magic, St. Nick and Santa Claus. Today, it’s a joy for me to buy sweets for my parents, wrap them up and put them in red stockings.
Even the city seems ready to celebrate this eve and all Christmas lights have been turned on. I am proud to say that my city has never looked better and the Christmas maket is absolutely gorgeous. I see parents everywhere caring presents and bags and strangely it just makes me happy. I feel like in sort of a movie. Not even the freezing cold outside can bother me anymore.
Our beautiful, beautiful Christmas market.
To sweeten my day, as a pre-gift for tonight I got a delicious cookie:
So this is our tradition. Every night on the 5th of December good kids receive sweets or fruits. Sometimes, to those really good children, St. Nick may even carry a toy or two.
How are traditions in other countries? It is the same or totally different? What do you do on this day?
I’m waiting for your answers. Love, Maria.
(Yap, these are our presents.)
Yesterday night I went to a high school prom. All around me I could see teenagers smoking, drinking, dancing. I was so bored the half of the party. I considered many times to call my dad to take me home, but my best friend wanted to stay.
Now, you have to understand that I hate crowds and that I am a little claustrophobic. A little more. So there I was in a crowd of hundreds of drunken teenagers, fearing for my life. ( not really, but…). Half the time I would look at everyone and judge all the kids there.
God, you are so stupid. I want to go home. What am I doing here? I shouldn’t be here. I want to stay on tumblr.
I couldn’t have a drink, because my stomach is a stupid fuck, so all i could drink was one Sprite. However, I am so glad I stayed.
Because the second half was amazing. A guy I adore sang and I got an autograph and a kiss and I was front row at the next band that performed.
A good start for a weekend, right? Stay tuned, and later I’ll come up with ideas how to spend a fun weekend 🙂