I remember happily hanging a bunch of peppermint candy canes, shiny, sparkly gold, silver ornament balls, fuzzy garland and more on the Christmas tree more than a month ago. I remember how long it took me to set up the entire Christmas tree by myself because everyone else was too busy and it was my job to finish it. I remember how I would go out to the living room just to take a quick glance at it every night. I admired the pretty Christmas lights on it and felt satisfied with how it looked everyday. It was one of my Christmas accomplishments. Up until after Christmas break, before I walked out the same door to get out to the real world every morning, I would check if the Christmas tree was still there or not. But apparently December passed by so quickly that I hadn't even noticed that the spot where the Christmas tree was supposed to be, is now empty. January is a week away from ending now and how strange, I just realized today that the tree and decorations had already been completely wrapped away and placed back in the garage storage neatly. I wonder who put it away, and when it was done. The point of this paragraph is 1. about the Christmas tree spot that I stopped noticing and 2. that time is kind of picking up the pace again.
Today I reread the four chapters that I did not understand before of Brave New World, read the chapter about millions of fries in Fast Food Nation, took notes of the real differences between natural and artificial flavors of food, read half of a book called Wrong About Japan (which I grabbed off of my brother's bookshelf during my first hiatus), and made paper heart garland for my early birthday decorations (which I worked on during my second hiatus). Tonight, I am going to work on my math homework. Not! (I don't really have a math class, so I am actually going to read the driving booklet later). Today is reading day.
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