tis the season to be jolly. TIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY.

christmas eve was great.

i spent the day at anna's baking christmas muffins and brownies. i swear her mother secretly owns a bakery somewhere.


chocolate chip and walnut muffins. yummalicious.


walnut brownies. burp.

later in the evening, we met up with marcus for our traditional christmas coffee at starbucks. and once again, of course, i had my traditional drink, Mocha Frapp. well, ACTUALLY, it's not exactly traditonal(since i have it everytime i'm in starbucks. regardless of the season) but it was a great piece of workcup of coffee.

and yes, went over to anna's place at night to catch...


for the third time.
and i still love it. actually.
um. *cough*

christmas day was a bore. christmas day was a chore. kind of pathetic in a sense. i spent the day doing...school projects. wow! it just had to be christmas! fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-lifeless. how apt.

the night was better. my family had some form of a "birthday" dinner at Riverside Indonesian Restaurant, and we ordered the same set meal that we ordered 2 months and 1 day ago. no regrets, people. the food was fan-ta-bu-licious(forgive me for my "___-licious" words. they should stop playing Fergie on the radio too often.). and pretty worth it.


before.


after.
yes y'all. make no mistake. my family can eat.

so anyway, i caught avril lavigne on trl last night and i just have to ask this question. WHAT HAPPENED TO MS LAVIGNEMRS WHIBLEY? click here to see her on trl recently as compared to 4 years ago. whatever happened to that angst-ridden teenager who smashed guitars and poured tomato sauce over a reporter's head?

*inner voice: "she got married." right. of course.
*outer voice: "but didnt she marry a rocker?"

on another note, something to do with school's troubling me and i wish i could just ignore it and say, "i'll worry later", but it's kind of impossible... NOW THAT EVERYONE'S TALKING ABOUT IT.

bah. bark.