Cruelty of fashion

It's funny how in movies we periodically see some insecure girl looking at fashion magazines. We all know that the movies are not the only places in which that event takes place. Well, i'm here to say that the model's face you see in those shots are not her own. Why not? See for yourself....

Christmas

The one thing I want to do after a long, happy Christmas day is just sigh. I'm wearing new clothes, eating new candy, and experiencing new things. But the one thing that never changes from year to year is that timeless phrase, "Merry Christmas!" I'm reluctant to say that I've been lenient on the usage of it this season. But sometimes, when I actually did, the scenario didn't call for it.
Like when these Jehovah's witnesses showed up at our door, (for a lack of a better word) advertising a program showing Christ's life, chronologically. We, being LDS, turned them down, of course. But then in my stupidity I forgot they don't celebrate holidays (would some care to drop a line on why?), and wished them a merry Christmas on their way out. When they didn't return the favor, it dawned on me. Duh! But it was too late. My little bro shut the door, and I couldn't apologize. I felt pretty bad.
Other than that, the recipients of my Christmas cheer celebrated Christmas themselves. And I'm glad to say that this Christmas will go down in my books as one of the best ever, and not just because I got a PSP. And I hope that it was the same for all of you.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Snow

One of the most comforting sights is a world freshly laden with snow, untouched, untainted. And when you step outside, you want to be the first one to make an imprint, but yet you don't want to disturb it. Deciding against it, you go inside and grab a cup of hot cocoa. Later, your little brother goes outside and screws it up without a second thought. And that alone gives you permission.
You go outside, both pleased and pained by the sound of the muffled "crunch" under your foot with each step. "Hypocrite," you say to yourself. You stop. Your mumble was scarcely heard by your own ears. It is at this moment that you realize the world is not making a sound. You slow your breathing. The silence is unbearable. For comfort, you whisper, "whoa." But the sound seems to have traveled mere feet before dying. The snow silenced even the slightest peep. This gives you real cause for discomfort.
And then, emancipation. A snowball hits you in the triceps surprisingly hard, and giggles erupt from a nearby bush. I totally should have been ready for that, your inner snow warrior says. Your reflexes take over your body for an instant, and then you find yourself behind a tree, ideal snowball in hand. You take aim.....And the rest of the afternoon is a blur, but you can remember it was fun.


Thanks for letting me practice my writing skills on you for a sec. Will you let me know how it is? Merci.