Merry Christmas!, Feliz Navidad!, Joyeux Noël!

Yep yep... HA!

xoxo
Cuca

The day before Christmas

It's Tuesday the 23rd of December. One day before Christmas and my mom is unusually showing off her Christmas Spirit. I think it's awesome because she never really shows any emotions regarding Christmas Day but I find it weird. I don't think I've ever seen her like this, not in my 21 years of life. We've been shopping like crazy this past week and one week ago, my mom started playing music of "the season". I think it was at a mega store that she got 5 Christmas CD's for free. It's the same songs but all in different music genres; electronica, pop, country, latin and I don't remember the other one. She's been playing them everywhere, and by that I mean the car, the house, the kitchen and she already ordered us to play them during dinner tomorrow. She's hilarious and she seems pretty happy, which makes me happy. I just hope it lasts, haha. Family dinners tend to be drama every time. This year, Christmas dinner is going to be chez nous. 20 relatives are coming and I am in charge of dessert. I'm making my already famous–among my family–vegan cupcakes and cake (I hope the little kids like them). I'm very excited because this month's celebrations have never happened in my house, they've always been in my Aunt and Uncle's house or at my late grandmother's house. It will hopefully go well and I'm looking forward to it. I bought a "granny" sweater (that's how I call it) yesterday. I've been meaning to buy one ever since the beginning of the year but I never did, so yeaterday I decided I would buy it and I am very happy with it and just for the hell of it, there's a picture at the bottom so that you can be jealous of my brand new granny sweater, haha. Merry Christmas everyone!

xoxo
Cuca

Spill it out.

Sometimes I just want to touch your face
Give you a kiss and say "I love you"
But I know that I can't
Because you're not here
You're not anywhere.

Moral hangover to come...

I didn't go to university today. I woke up to go to the bathroom and felt cold air going through my whole body. My bare feet dropped temperatures in a matter of seconds. I managed to keep my eyes closed during the walk from the side of my bed to the bathroom because I didn't want my sleeping mode to go away, it goes away with light reflecting from my eyes. It was not hard to keep them closed as I know the way by heart. It's as if my feet were automatic and had a life of their own. They guided and sat me on the toilet. Safely sat me on the toilet. Sometimes it's not like that. Sometimes I'd hit my toe with the bed. That instantly wakes me up.
I put on socks and my reindeer pajama button up shirt on top of the short sleeve one and crept back in my blankets.
I slept for another 45 minutes or so and woke up to the smell of coffee.
I didn't go to university today. I decided to stay, drink coffee and relax.
I'm waiting for the usual moral hangover. It will eventually come and I will ask myself if it was worth missing out on both of my classes.

xoxo
Cuca