The year is coming to a close…
So let’s press pause…
And play back the most popular trends, craziest videos and best songs of the past 365 days!
25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: DAY 11
If you’re worried and you can’t sleep,
Just count your blessings instead of sheep.
Then you’ll fall asleep,
Counting your blessings.
So, this insane, challenging, super fun, but crazy semester is officially done, which means my sparse/sporadic blogging hiatus over the past 3 months is over!
Get ready for regular blogging from me, per usual, kiddies!!
Finals Are Done!
The Semester Is Over!
And It’s Officially Christmas Break!!
Also, I can’t believe I only have one more semester of college left before I’m…THE GRADUATE!
Dear This Past Semester,
The time we’ve spent with one another has been great!
We had some good times. And, I’ll admit, we’ve had our differences too…but we stayed together and pulled through.
I’m just really glad we’re done with each other, though.
You know…now we can move on with our lives.
It’s not me, it’s you.
25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN: DAY 10
The Family Stone
Ben: I had a dream about you. You were shovelling snow.
Meredith: I… What?
Ben: You were just a little girl in a flannel night gown. And you were shovelling snow from the walk in front of our house. And I was the snow, I was the snow. And everywhere it landed and everywhere it covered. You scoop me up with a big red shovel. You scoop me up.
25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN: DAY 9
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation
Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one.
I’d like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight…
I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people, and I want him brought right here. With a big ribbon on his head!
And I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, fore-fleshing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, d**kless, hopeless, heartless, fat-**s, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey s**t he is.
HALLELUJAH! …HOLY S**T!
…Where’s the Tylenol?
Where do you think you’re going? Nobody’s leaving!
Nobody’s walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no! We’re all in this together! This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here.
We’re gonna press on, and we’re gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny f**king Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white **s down that chimney tonight, he’s gonna find the jolliest bunch of **sholes this side of the nuthouse!