The year is almost over and I still haven’t done half the things I wanted to do: Not that I can do them now!

1. Make Christmas feast.
2. Make Christmas wreaths out of seemingly unrelated materials
3. Make Christmas homemade wrapping paper
4. Make Christmas Eggnog

I did make cookies though. Since I’m so good at it.

I’m going to Colorado again for work. Which is ok because I’ve made good friends with the nice people at the TownPlace Suites. Plus this gives me a chance to sit around and catch up on embarrassing television shows I’ll surreptitiously stream off Sidereel, this helps my ego. And at approximately 10 pm the signal will slow down because everyone in the hotel is online with their various tech toys and I will watch __________ at the rate of five frames per minute. Good! And pretty soon, once that’s done it’ll be February.

I’m here to shed some light on two worlds for the general public today: Because if I don’t, more time will pass and I will feel like the worst blog keeper.

1. The world that remains after everyone has left to go home to see their loved ones for the holiday: It’s boring. There’s nothing to do. So, naturally, the few people that remained in this unsettling purgatory-and I-went to the same bar for three nights in a row. And Christmas night was the worst. No food. Except for the most heinous Asian restaurants within the confines of our natural borders (walking distance). Which we succumbed to. The holidays are so sweet when they’re impending and abstract–when they are a part of the perception we collectively and consciously share: “The Future”. Christmas day itself is another story. I see my parents very often, so really, Christmas is more of a glorified lunch much like other lunches we may have during the week. Also my parents don’t really get hung up on holidays. If anything, Christmas has been more of a time when we (the children) get them (the parents) stuff that they need while they give us an envelope of cash. We basically get paid to be their personal shopper on Christmas. And while it may sound bizarrely sanitized and unsentimental, it’s actually quite endearing, tender and nice. It just lasts for about an hour and then we all separate, looking feverishly for something else to do outside of the house.

Speed Christmas.

And this then leaves me with the remaining 15 hours to do what. What? Movies? That’s two down. Two hours if I’m lucky. Shopping? NO. Returning/ (More like) Exchanging things I got from other people that I don’t need (kidding!!)? NO. Hanging out with friends (Only the ones that are orphans), so that’s a MAYBE. Walking around? Yup, a whole lot of that. Drinking? Maybe, depends on who’s open. Only the one bar is open then? As I said at the beginning of this, the few people that remained (the orphans) and I all hung out at the same bar for three nights in a row. My 18 year old brother probably proved he was cooler than me this past weekend.

2. The world of taking vitamins and other joys having a steady workday brings. I actually mean this. I’m taking vitamins that will enhance the growth of my hair…in addition to other things vitamins do. I have the collection of them next to the hand and face lotions. That’s another thing: lotion. Vitamins and lotion are two things that become regular in your life when your schedule is fixed. Every day, at lunch time, I remember that I should take my vitamins because I have a trigger to help me remember: timely lunch. I’m not sure if this will actually do anything–my genes are so good already– but it can’t hurt to invest some energy in the betterment of one’s physical health.

I need a trigger for putting lotion on… I think that might always be inconvenient. It’s sticky. The idea of putting it on if my hands are unwashed is gross to me because I feel like the dirt that’s on my hands will mix with my lotion and then I’ll be extra dirty. I guess I’ll have to start washing my hands more often. But the lotion idea itself seems pretty solid, I am, after all, 23 and the clock is ticking. Right? It’s never too soon to start moisturizing and I make sure to be aware of that. I may not be fresh faced forever but I’ll try. BY ROGER. I had a very nice conversation with the bus driver of the Denver-Boulder bus about the benefits of moisturizing not long ago. Surprisingly, he propelled the conversation.

Charging my phone is easier. I have more time to write things down, read things that come in the mail, write to friends long lost. Etcetera. I have the pleasure of having two desks within the allotted borders of my cube, which is nice. And a closet, which is really nice. I don’t know what I’ll do with the second desk, but now it pretty much just holds my vitamins and lotions…

So there’s just some life advice to hold everyone over for a bit. In case any of this is unclear:

1. Christmas, while nice, is also boring. It’s ok to think that it is because I have proven, very precisely and with indisputable evidence, that it is.

2. Moisturizing is important. Everyone thinks so. Vitamins too.

3. Christmas might be more fun when you have time to make decorative DIY wreaths, eggnog, wrapping paper and delicious food that isn’t disgusting and (barely) Chinese.