freaking be merry.

i was recently assigned a group project yuck for my writing class.
my teacher put everyone into groups.
she also told us to "have fun with it!"
sweetie. i'm quite certain that: no one in the history of ever has had fun working on a group project barf.

maybe you've assumed that the project disgusting (rather than the group)  will be this posts primary complaint?

wrong.

(keep reading.)

i'm in college, projects gross are inevitable. fine. i get it. 

anyway.

for this project, still gross we had to come up with a problem that was relevant to byu students in some way. it also had to be timely.

"whats more timely than christmas!?" we thought.

i liked the way this was going.

kailey is a big christmas fan.

maybe for once i've been assigned a not so awful group?

oh, naive little kailey.

suddenly. 

"our problem should be that people listen to christmas music before december." said zach, from kaileys group.

oh, zach.

you just crossed a line, buddy.   

i gave him the most seething, poisonous, hate filled glare i could muster (which is a lot of hate. it's a look i've practically perfected.) and proceeded to explain to him that he is so wrong.

look, punks.

the minute halloween is over, christmas season begins.

it just does. 

from that point on christmas music is a more than valid option.

(once december hits, it's no longer optional, it's freaking necessary.)

i passionately raged  calmly explained to zach that:

you are wrong and i am right.

there is nothing better than christmas and christmas music should be enjoyed for as long as possible.

thats why my roommates and i started listening to christmas music, and putting up chrismas decorations a month ago.

the little weenies in my group still refused to join the celestial side of christmas cheer.

scroodges. 

freaking. be. merry. already.

and so now i'm stuck in a group that basically hates all things good and wonderful.

(i'm usually not a huge supporter of happiness, i know, but whatcanisay? christmas brings out the worst best in me!)

i also told my group that fun stresses me out. gives me full on panic attacks.

they giggled.

...not a joke, guys.

(that was a little irrelevant, but i felt the need to mention it, because it only strengthened my anger towards them)

anyway.

i'm sufficiently annoyed.

here's the plan:

tomorrow i'm changing my ringtone to a christmas song.

so, please if you have my number: call me tomorrow any time after 6:15.

(that's when we are scheduled to get together and ew socialization! work on this monster of a project. kill me.)

then my christmas ringtone will go off.

hopefully repeatedly.

i will blast that joyous christmas music and feel no regret.

i will let the phone ring for the entirety of the song.

i will savor every moment of that lovely christmas tune. 

and i hope it makes those humbug losers regret messing with me and my christmas spirit.

don't mess, yo.

keep reading my blog, cutie pies.

that's all for now.

and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeee. <3