Me: *sitting in my bed with twelve blankets, scrolling through Wattpad and YouTube on my phone*

Mom: *texts me* There's chicken pot pies ready.

Me: *RUN DOWN THE STAIRS FAST AF CAUSE CHICKEN POT PIES ARE MY 2nd FAVORITE FOOD EVER*

Later..

Me: *on my 2nd chicken pot pie* *munching* *shouting at the Seattle sounders soccer game that's on TV*

Mom: *perks up from the couch*

Me: What's up?

Mom: SHHHHH!!!!!

Me: *puts fork down and puts hands in the air* Woah, woah, WOA-

Mom: SHHH!!

*dead silent for five seconds minus the tv on low volume*

Mom: *walks to the front door and goes out on the porch, listening*

Me: *peeks behind the stairs in case of a murderer.*

Mom: *comes back in*

Me: What was it?!? Was it someone knocking at our door?!

Mom:..*gets super bummed out* I thought it was the fire truck sirens that Santa rides on coming through our neighborhood!

Me: Wait...all this..just for SANTA? *makes the BOI hands at her* BOI

Mom: I just thought it was Santa, that's all! I wanted a candy cane!

Me: -_- For a CANDY CANE?

Mom: Santa's not giving you ANY presents this year if you keep that up missy!

Me: I don't-*sighs*I don't believe in Santa mom, you know that.

Mom: *starts rambling about Christmas spirit* It's all about spirit and spending time with family and friends and the thought that counts and~ *happily rambles on*

Me: *starts eating the rest of my chicken pit pie*

My mom fricken loves Christmas, and it's funny because my dad hates it.

Meh, I don't hate it, but I don't love it. I'm just meh about it.

My mom kept on bugging me about writing a list for the past few weeks, so the only thing I put on there is to have cinnamon rolls for breakfast.

She actually forced me to write at least three things I wanted.

Mom, I already got a super awesome phone that I mostly paid for myself, I think I'm good.

For sports last week, I forgot to say but our football team won state by over 40 points 😂 They were literally undefeated the whole season. That's why I was so busy last Saturday since the game was 1 1/2 hours away at a dome.

I'm like, trying to force myself to actually write something here but it's been four hours and I've only written ten words in some random chapter for a story.

I keep getting distracted by YouTube and doing absolutely nothing.

I always have motivation when I don't have time, and absolutely no motivation whatsoever when I do have time.

Lol, my bad.

Trying to update something but the art of doing nothing sounds amazing. Or sleeping, take your choice.

It's not my fault I had a three hour basketball practice super early in the morning.

Yesterday school got cancelled cause of the snow. It's all gone now. Our coach STILL made us go to IRG & practice at school on Friday, like BOI.

I'm literally so freaking tired.

Every time I start a oneshot, it always goes to 5,000 words and I aimed for 500-1,000 words. The last one I wrote, I DID NOT expect it to be that long. It's good though..

At least I think.

Chicken pot pies are so good.