i'm still sick and i had to call in sick at work for two days in a row (which is not so bad i guess.) Christmas dinner was pretty yummy except for the fact that i had no appetite whatsoever and did not feel like eating anything.
funny story. so my aunt invites one of her coworkers over for our family dinner. OHMYGOSH. he's from France, he loves travelling, he's like twenty-something, he can speak like five million different languages and his name is 'Benoit' (i think thats how you spell it.) But of course, i didn't really dress up or anything and i felt like crap (so i pretty much looked like crap.) of course, he also had a french accent and practically everything he said sounded crazy cool with his accent. and the whole time he was making conversation with my brother. i couldn't stand to look at him in the face because it would probably look like i was staring at him. AND. when i look at people, they usually tell me i look mad (which is understandable; its because of my humongous eyes)
He probably thought i was mental or something because i didn't even touch my food while he was going up for seconds and i was really too lazy to do anything. Then, later on in the night when we dropped him off so he could go home he said bye to everyone and he even remembered my name- and he said it with a french accent. HAH. it kinda reminds me of mr. kelly, during PE. class when he used to make fun of my name and say it with an accent. (for all you st pauls people, you know what im talking about)
that was practically the highlight of my christmas day. pathetic i know.