Would You Please Ignore

haha actual essay (that I didn't actually wind up turning in because I have trouble differentiating "word" from "character")


Usually my Sunday afternoons are filled with rest and relaxation, usually involving me being lazy around the house. However, this Sunday was different, as it is the Sunday before November 27th, the busiest day of the year for me. My day was much more fun filled (and interesting) than usual.
I had woken up that morning late, as always on a Sunday, and watched some Nickelodeon cartoons, completed the sudoku square in Saturday’s paper, and read the Sunday comics. By then it was about noon, and it was time for me to get out of my chair and accomplish some things. I first decided to make some raspberry brownies. I followed the directions on the back of my Nestle© Tollhouse Marble Swirl Chocolate Chip package, and the results were only a bit dismal, thanks to me mistaking the word “butter” for “jam”. However, the brownies were still quite delicious, and continue to sit in my kitchen, where my dieting mother stares longingly at their sweet, scrumptious beauty.
After my brownies were done, I set off in order to buy the many gifts I would need the following Sunday, November 27th. Traditionally, November 27th has been a day of great celebration. My mother celebrates her birthday on this day, along with my best friend Elizabeth, and a few other acquaintances, such as my friends Katie and Adrienne. Furthermore, other dear friends of mine, John and Kristen, celebrate their birthdays on the 28th. Of course, being that these days were still a week away, I had not yet purchased presents for these friends, or my friends with birthdays on the 12th or the 18th, either. I had much to do! So I set off to one of the most bustling places in my average suburban town- Crocker Park, a large outdoor shopping mall.
In Crocker Park, I exercised all manners of my spendthrift nature. I found pants for seven dollars, books for five, and even a silk shirt for twelve. Perhaps this seems like useless suburban brat banter, but when one has limited funds such as I do, such sales are most exciting.
I spent the rest of the afternoon dashing about the Greater Cleveland Suburban Area. I purchased my mother and my friends some excellent gifts, if I do say so myself. I have to admit, I love to shop for others. It feels so good when you give a friend the perfect gift, the one they did not ask for but which you know they will love and which will mean a lot to them. I like to see the looks on their faces when they receive something they have wanted forever, or the laughter in their eyes when I get them a gag gift.
I must admit that after four hours of shopping (and all for others, too, which is impressive) I was quite fatigued. I came home around 4:30 PM to review my gifts and begin wrapping them. Now, two days later, I sit here hoping that I got everyone what they wanted and what they needed. I know it does not really matter what I bought them, because it is the thought that counts. But it still means a lot to me to know that I can match the perfect gift to my friends’ personalities.


corny at the end, but kind of funny if you know me.