I think I threw up Christmas...

"That's a lot of Christmas decorations." 
"They must love Chirstmas." 
"Maybe Christmas loves them, it looks like if Christmas threw up, this would be the result."  
"Poor Christmas, I hope he's ok." 
*conversation that took place in my dream*




Behold Apartment 29. 
Tree. 
Lights. 
Love. 


Did Christmas really throw-up in our apartment? 
Yes. 


After receiving many threatening texts/phone calls from a certain roomie, I finally arrived back at the apartment. And O how I had missed it. From the dirty sink to the uncomfortable couch, I was glad to be back. Not even within five minutes of my arrival, I was ambushed by the roommates insisting that we ABSOFRUITLY HAD to decorate the apartment for Christmas. It seemed to me that it was death or decorating. I chose decorating. 


As the Christmas music played, spirits rose, and all the lethargy immediately left my body. I was...we were decorating demons. 


We were as Christmas elves filled with the spirit of the holidays. We were on Christmas mode for about six joyous hours. In that time: 


The tree was made with care.
Ornaments were hung.
The nativity was placed on the window with love. 
Even the stolen STOP sign was decorated (more like vandalized...but its ok, because its STOLEN). 
Christmas lights were hung. 
Banana bread was made (not Christmasy but, we did it) 
Christmas cookies were made
People were stalked. 
Crap Corner created. 
A "snowman" was made...but the snow sucked so...lame sauce
We vandalized the windows of all of our "friends" (all in the Christmas spirit of course)


We did all of this and it was ONLY 10 pm. We were high--on CHRISTMAS!!!! 
We were so joyous that we made James come over to the apartment and anticipated his arrival by sittin' at the windows looking as joyous as fat kids when the cinnamon rolls they are baking are just ready to come out of the oven. 


And all is well in Apartment 29.