Perpetual Christmas List

I think that sometimes when I'm with my friends, I just seem to talk out of my ass and say the most ridiculous things.

I cleaned out my closet and put into bags clothes that either is no longer in style or doesn't fit anymore or was something I bought impulsively that when I look at it, it makes me want to barf. I end up taking all these clothes to Mexico for my cousins. While cleaning my closet, I realized, I only own one pair of joggers/sweatpants.

What kind of a fat girl am I that I only own one pair of sweats? And I don't even wear them in public (often). Really, maybe just days I'm lazy, and only have one class, then I'll wear the sweats. But other than that, they're strictly for sleeping.

Naturally, I had to tell someone. Someone who would understand my pain. I told Sam, and she looked at me like I wasn't being serious.

"No seriously, Sam, only one pair of joggers. With sorority letters on them. What the fuck kind of fat girl am I?" I told her, while we were sharing our 9-piece nugget meal.

"Maybe you should ask for more for Christmas"

"For serious... let's start my Christmas list"

And so it was born. Somewhat. It already existed. All the items on the perpetual Christmas list are things I always wanted/always get each year. So, really it's not anything new. And, heads up.... you can get me anything on the list.

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1) iPhone: 

I've wanted an iPhone for what feels like forever. No kidding. I pre-ordered the 3G when it came out. But due to me losing my wallet, and having to cancel my credit card, I had to cancel my pre-order too. I had gotten one for my brother for his birthday that year, and he didn't like it. So I told him he should give it to me. I said it a little too late. He sold it to someone who later, I found out, lost it at a night club. 

But we can cross this off the list, because I'm finally fucking getting my freaking iPhone. Upgrade next month, and getting the stupid phone I always wanted. I know it's going to lack somewhere. But I'm prepared for that. If all else fails, I'll just say I lost it and get a BlackBerry. 

2) The North Face fleece: 

I had a boyfriend who had one of these. Every time I would go over to his house I'd wear his North Face fleecey thing. You could say I was more in love with the fleece than I was with him. Well, really... I wasn't in love. He wasn't either. And he dumped me through a text message... on Valentine's Day.... while I was at work... 

Cross this off too... I got it for myself. I told my dad I wanted one. He went to The North Face website and he raised his eyebrow at me and said "You want me to buy you a $200 sweater?!" Uh... yeah. What's so wrong with that? They're so freaking warm, pops! 

I should have known that asking my dad for something expensive would not fly. When I was 8... or so...  the first Jordan's came out. They were white and had like black patent leather going around them. And the sole looked like it glowed in the dark but didn't. I had begged for these shoes... and my dad caved. I got them for Christmas that year, along with a popcorn tin full of toys. Mostly dolls. (My dad wanted me to be more girly. At 8, I was a tomboy... but really, what girl would not be a tomboy at 8 when she has an older brother and only boy cousins?!). 

I had them about 3 weeks, and I had destroyed them. But also... December in Chicago = snow. White shoes + snow = not good. 

Dad's expectations of the 8-year-old Lily actually taking care of shoes = too high. 

A year later, he compared my shoes to a baby wearing the same shoes. 

"Look, that baby's Jordan's are like super clean, Liliana... why weren't yours?" 

Yeah dad, that kid doesn't walk. Idiot. 

3) Uggs:

Despite almost killing myself last year while wearing these... I still want another pair. Given by the story above, you know that me and shoes are like BFF's and I destroy them. But really not destroy. But I like wearing my shoes until they're unwearable. Literally. 

Last year, I didn't buy a new pair of Uggs because they were, in my mind, wearable.

 I was walking to the train station on my way to school, all happy, listening to my iPod... glad that I only had to go to one class where I had a review for the final. I was walking along, all happy rocking out to probably Spice Girls. And then... all I remembered was seeing everything go backwards. I opened my eyes and saw the sky. 

I slipped on some ice. I got up and picked up my stuff that had fallen out of my pockets... keys, bus pass,  cell phone, ipod... My hat fell too and was about a foot away from me. My back was in pain. I fell on the corner of my math book. I had a huge bruise for a week afterwards. 

After school, I made my brother pick my up at the train station because It hurt to make any movements. I really should have gone to see a doctor... but I didn't... but I turned out fine. It turned out that my Uggs had no more traction. And well, then I threw them out. 

I'm a size 8. I'd prefer the black ones. 

4) Joggers: 

For serious. I need at least 2 more pairs.