Thursday, December 21, 2006

Yes, I work a lot over the breaks.

(Except for this spring break, which I hopefully get off!)

At work someone wished me a Happy Malcolm X-Mas. She pumped her fist in the air as she said it. It was really great. This lady is always lots of fun. She has a million tattoos and a bird she sometimes brings in.

Someone else wished me a Happy Christmas, then stopped himself and said I looked Wiccan. He sort of pointed in the general direction of my head and mentioned that I wear a star charm around my neck.

On a side note that's not necessarily related to the holidays, I have also been referred to as Italian, Jewish, Greek, Mediterranean, "that Romanian exchange student," someone just generally foreign, and Spanish (that was only exciting because we were in Spain when people kept on saying that). One man many years ago when I was in the 4th grade-ish said I looked Asian. Yeah. That one I don't see at all.

Today has been a much more optimistic day. People aren't complaining and are instead talking about things for which they are grateful. It's really much nicer.

Winter Equinox. First day of winter, shortest day of the year. I don't have a problem with winter, but I definitely have a problem with not having as much sunlight. The sun and I are extremely good friends. I don't ever feel completely awake on a dark day. This could be a problem if I ever move away, and I will have to get one of those light boxes to stare into everyday in order to stay sane. Don't laugh, because I totally see it happening. I have a friend (Kelly Blikre!) who even braved the terrors of a tanning bed to try to combat seasonal affective disorder when she thought she might have it.

Comments:
Anna! Okay, so I have to admit to googling myself, but listen: how did you know that deep secret about me?! We really ARE psychically connected.
 
Or facebook connected, because you totally told me about your tanning bed incident. Now you've admitted to googling yourself for no reason!
 
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