Hit the ground running this morning (obviously not in the literal sense) knowing that my afternoon would be devoted to writing all manners of essays for the coming finals. However, noodles and vegan alfredo sauce is a poor source of energy as it turns out. Currently sitting in the largest library on campus, laptop equipped, casually chewing on raw oats and enjoying the view. (Pictured above)
I've been letting my mind wander lately, as I find the resulting sequences to be amusing. Just earlier, as I was eating noodles, a rather twangy rendition of a vaguely familiar Christmas tune began to play, putting me in mind of (Lord only knows why) Kung Fu fighting Christmas elves. It was such an unwanted and grossly inappropriate image to have come from a Southern tinged Christmas ditty that I fairly choked on my meal.
So much of what I have seen on television advertisements regarding the coming of Christmas as of late, is beautifully and meticulously gift-wrapped to appeal to people's sense of "duty" and their inner giver. I keep hearing things akin to "give a gift worth giving" spoken in a number of very similar ways by a myriad of businesses: from charity organizations (which makes more sense than), spas (I can see this being nice for some sorely overworked mothers but not..), European based trinket manufacturers (just take my word for it and try giving a rock you find to be particularly attractive to your eco-swinging friends as a creative paper weight or door stopper instead), to any number of companies pledging to help you get the best bang-for-your-buck this holiday season.
Blatant commercialization of my favorite holidays has finally disturbed me to the point that I am having trouble enjoying myself during them.
Is this a step forwards for me...?