I just had the most lovely lunch outdoors despite the chilly weather. It feels like Christmas! I said Merry Christmas to someone today without thinking about it, and I have now realized I can proclaim this greeting with full force. I guess I could say "Happy Advent!" but I think baptist population of my school would be thoroughly befuddled. So Merry Christmas it is.
Hmm. . . I love Christmas. Everything just smells better. And the cold (well, the quick spurts of cold between days of 80 degrees) reminds you to stay inside and perhaps read a good book and settle in with some hot chocolate or tea. And I love wearing big knitted sweaters that engulf my entire body with warmth.
Last night I huddled myself up in a snuggie and a blanket on my back, and I sat cross-legged while doing homework in my own little bubble of warmth. It was delicious, beautiful to behold. And then I went downstairs at 1:30 in my snuggie and robe (two very different items of apparel. Don't discount the power of a snuggie). Surprisingly enough, my friends were still up and we talked until 4 about the most sleepoverish things: if a girl can ask out a guy, how guys read the slightest inclination or smile of a girl as devoted interest, and how awkward silences just aren't awkward anymore past 3 o'clock in the morning. Which is true. I feel sleep deprivation has about the same effect as alcohol in loosening the tongue and relaxing conversation. Because the best heart-to-hearts always seem to happen past bedtime. And even though this resulted in a lesser amount of sleep and perhaps a much tireder week ahead of me, I'm glad I got to have heart-to-hearts that deepen friendships made in college to last for years to come. As long as I get all of my work done, one of my favorite things to do is just to talk with people. I would much rather sit on a couch and drink tea with someone than go to a party. Does that make me a boring person? I never got how parties are that much fun. Maybe if you know everyone there and it breaks up into smaller bits of conversation, but constant dancing and deafening noise and obnoxious drunks that disrupt conversation? I applaud those who enjoy such an environment for emotional stamina, but I would much rather be lazy and uninteresting and talk about nothing for hours on end with good friends.
So, other than procrastinating on life and preparing for my next class, the point of this entry is to appreciate those friends that spend time and words to share with one another. Thank you friends. If I had a kitchen and the right supplies, I would bake you banana nut muffins. Alas, this may have to wait until the weekend.
Someone made brownies for my piano class this morning. Best piano class ever. Those brownies were delicious.
Peace!
Sitting on a couch drinking tea with someone is boring? No, the people who go to parties, get drunk, and scream how much they love 'this song' for all the world to hear (because that is what is expected of them) are not nearly as alive as those who gather with a few friends, laugh over a few things, and suddenly scream how much they love 'this song' for all the world to hear (because that is NOT what is expected of them).
ReplyDeleteExactly. Thank you, Jake. I like that simple, beautiful, and precious view of a few friends laughing.
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