Today has been a success, I should think. Nothing truly significant happened. I didn't have my first kiss or break a bone. I flew around the exchange looking for Christmas presents for friends. Went home. Wrapped said presents. Performed surgery on a stuffed animal. (It was for a present! Don't ask.) Cleaned the shreds of ribbon, wrapping paper, and stuffing off my floor. Went to youth group.
Ah, youth group.
Stood outside in the frigid weather discussing Alaskan natives, theme parks, and NFL football. When I say frigid, I mean 59 degrees. Give or take. Ate lasagna and got dragged around in a warped version of amoeba tag combined with musical chairs. Sat with the underclassmen girls and discussed life. Watched guys hurt each other in the most brutal and hilarious ways imaginable. Tried to stay out of the way. Rode home with my other mother-she's Korean. :)
You can't tell me that's not a successful day.
I have a color-coordinated stack of presents to give sitting in my room. My head is full of thoughts about Alaska and ice-skating. I have 6 hours before I get to wake at the ungodly hour of 4:00 am to go sit around a bunch of Marines and watch them scream like little girls at the Army/Navy football game.
GO NAVY BEAT ARMY. :D
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