The eleventh day of Christmas

Eleventh! I'll try and wait as long as I can with the present. For obvious reasons. It's Sunday by the way! So at least I don't have to face anyone like this for some time. Honestly, If today's and tomorrows gift are as bad as yesterday's I'll probably just prepare for my final exam at home. I mean, there really isn't a need for me to be there. Sure, I concentrate better, but I can't go out wearing just gym clothes, and if I wear anything MORE I'll sweat like crazy.. Not to mention that I'll pretty much have a panic attack at the first sign of stress. You know, the more I think about it, the more this whole gift calendar thing seems like a BAD DEAL. It's caused waaay more pain than pleasure. Sure I can revert some things at the end with the help of my boyfriend, but it's already affected my exams. Some damage has been done, and I'm NOT happy about it. I feel like I need some yoga right now. Some yoga would be good. I'll see you later.

Yoga was bliss. I've gotten a little better at dealing with my bigger rear. It's still in the way though. But none of that matters, now is time for P.R.E.S.E.N.T Yay.. I wish I could be excited about it. I feel like I SHOULD be excited about it, but it's hard given how much they've fucked me over already. Considering it's another brown one I'd say my apathy is warranted.

I got a drink! A drink? A DRINK! A maaaagiiicaaal driiiink! A bit anticlimatic, I must admit. I was expecting a glitter nuke or something. Nope. Bottle of water. Magical water though! It even came with instructions. They looked as though they'd been written by a five year old with a broken pencil. The note said to consume immediately, and that the drink would enhance certain feelings or something. Maybe this thing will help me get excited about the calendar again. Who knows? Either way, I already drank the whole thing. Don't feel much different though. Maybe it was just regular water. Placebo water. Lol. Got to go though! Gonna pick up the next package before I properly start my day.

Bad news. I ran into Mr Finch again at the post office. The moment I saw him my heart dropped. Not in a bad way though. Or. Hmm. It was in a bad way in the sense that it wasn't in a bad way, make sense? Like, I was HAPPY to see him. I remember feeling just like that when I first started going out with Brett. It was almost like ..A crush. I CANT HAVE A CRUSH ON THAT CREEP?! Was it the water? Enhance feelings? Did it spin my arousal out of proportions? AM I SEXUALLY ATTRACTED AND CRUSHING ON MR FINCH!? No way that's healthy for ANY girl. I took a quick photo after I came home. God, I'm blushing like a little kid who just confessed to her sweetheart. Oh my Goooooood!!!

Yes I went to pick up my package in this. Yes it was weird. But I can't wear too much clothes, REMEMBER?? So I dressed up like a runner to make it seem somewhat natural. Someone picking up their mail on their way home from a run? Not unheard of, surely! But that's not the point. Look at my face! That blush has been there for almost an hour. My heart is still pounding like crazy, we barely spoke! I just told him my pickup order and he said "Here ya go". That's all! It's not logical, it just isn't!

Worst of all? I'm fucking horny again. My plan was to chill in my bed, read a book and watch the snow fall. But that goes out the window now. I'll probably still be in bed, but instead of a finger on the page I'm reading I'll be three fingers deep in my vagina. Hopefully I won't have any thoughts of Mr Finch.. Who am I kidding, I probably will. Not that I want to of course! :<