Journal of Bullshit

Day Nine: Late to the Party

Happy new year two days laaaate! Sorry for completely blowing off my "writing over the holiday" shit. I've got nothing for you guys, in all of my works. My family normally has our Christmases close together, which means eating like shit for four to five days straight. I felt sick throughout a lot of December, not to mention the female body alerting me that "hey, you're not pregnant!" on Christmas Eve. 'S not like the fact that I've never had sex didn't clue me in already. Christmas itself was great, but my body wasn't. Despite having the biggest sweet tooth in my family, I felt disgusting about the third day or so in. The rest of December was my recovery time, to try and get back on track with eating right and just relaxing and not being social. Sorry for also falling asleep real early on the last day of 2015 and not celebrating the new year.
In regards to my Stucky situation, a friend from one of my after school activities is in the MCU fandom, and has a way to watch First Avenger and Winter Soldier. Next time we get a chance to hang, I'll get to watch them and decide whether or not I will get stuck in Stucky hell or board another ship. I'm fairly certain that, with my already jaded view, I'll be stuck in Stucky hell for the rest of my life. Can't wait!