Mood: It's Called Realistic with a Twist of Pessimism

I’m sitting. On my couch. Watching. Watching the magical performances of many stars before they light the Rockafeller Christmas tree. Its all so sparkly and lit up. Everything makes me think about the Holidays. How presentations like this make snow seem magical. Well I have news for you. Snow equals cold. I hate cold. Therefore, none of this shit is magical! Ok so the first snow fall is pretty. Then I feel it should just get warm again. And it would be magical if the first snow could be on Christmas Eve or Christmas day. But that’s too damn cliché so it would never happen! Slash lots of people don’t celebrate Christmas so nevermind. Also, the first night it snows is pretty and lovely, but do you remember what it looks like the next day. Or two days after. Even a week after. It looks like pure nastiness. All brown and slushy and awful. So basically, what is comes down to is, Christmas isn’t magical, its nastiness.

But I don’t really believe that, Christmas is fun and joyful. I enjoy the time with the fam and such. The snow and coldness on the other hand, that is nastiness

So on a more positive note. I went to the gym early this morning, before work. It sucked. I hate the gym. We are in a fight. But it was very satisfying. To be at the gym so early and know I didn’t have to go back after work. It was great. But yeah I hate the gym because I’m not in as good of shape as I want to be. Damn. The “more positive note” isn’t really working out for me.

So since I’m in such a realistic mood right now, my mood pretty much puts a negative on everything apparently. I’m not really in the sentimental mood apparently! Haha maybe tomorrow!

*ALWAYS BELIEVE*