Terminal

Let's see... today I did the most Christmas-y thing I've ever done in my whole life. I made a gingerbread mansion with my cousins. No, I don't mean a gingerbread house. We collaborated and made a huge thing (even though at the end they got sick of it and I ended up finishing it while they played on their iPads). Honestly if you look at it it's a bit mature to be a typical gingerbread house. There's no crazy candy everywhere. We are boring--this could potentially be someone's house. Don't hate on the triangular hole on the left side. The sour patch kids were supposed to go there, but we couldn't find any.

Then we watched Home Alone while I attempted to get drunk on this tiny 50mL bottle of plum wine. It tasted horrendous, but for some reason I didn't break out in hives this time. I managed to finish it all! I'm so proud of myself. Blegh, gross... though it did take me four hours. Anyway, my reasoning behind this is because tomorrow is the day. I'm not sure if the procedure is more concerning or if the day my lab results come back is. Is it bad that I kind of want cancer? Then I can stop going to school and be like eff this I'm traveling the world  peace out. Ah, whatever.

Check this out. This video is really sweet. I cried tears of happiness, but I guess that's not saying much since I cry a lot in general.