The sadness of another year until Christmas.

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And next year I won't be a student anymore (...let me rephrase that; I *hopefully* will pass this year and won't be a student anymore) and will probably be stuck miserably at home paying rent and working at a telesales company or something. So, in a way, it feels like my last real Christmas. Last real, old-sort-of-childish Christmas.

Which is kind of sad. Only my super favourite world-traveller of a cousin gave me a '40 Unforgettable Places to See' travel book and I'm already planning a trip to Zanzibar at some point, so maybe life isn't all that bad.

Hope everyone had a great day. :) I did, regardless of final-Christmas-nostalgia. Doctor Who! (My love for David Tennant is rekindled. Sexy little rat that he is.) Dawn French snogging Richard Armitage! New mp3 player, a ton of books, stuff I asked for and some fun stuff I didn't and tomorrow starts the trip down to Cardiff to go sale shopping!!! to visit the sibling. Not to mention I finally get to wear my Wimbledon tube sign necklace.

So, a last Merry Christmas and I'm off to curl up with a new Doctor Who book for a while. Because I'm repressing the fact I have to get up at 6:45am tomorrow. Sale. Shopping. New boots! Possible new coat! Being in Doctor-Who-and-Torchwood-city again.

6:45am. It's almost worth it. x_x