I usually go for sticking some tinsel up my pants and saying I’ve got a tail, but this year I wanted to be as shiny as the tree and what wouldn’t a father do for their daughter?
One of the few good things that come with having split parents is celebrating Christmas twice. Although as I think if it now, it’s more sad than fun actually. Like a constant reminder that you’ll never have a big, loving family to sit in front of the fireplace and sing carols with. But making myself sad wasn’t the point of writing this post, therefore I should stop here.
Typically, I took a picture of the tree before we decorated it, but forgot to take one after. I’ve got a thing for B&W Christmas photography. It tones the tackiness down a little.
Here’s my brother, showing off his (non alcoholic, of course) beer. Proud midget. 
We had a not very traditional dinner and what’s a decorated tree without a cheesy family portrait beside it?
I need to go now for my house is getting filled by relatives and people I had no idea I’m related to, but that’s ok. It’s Christmas. They’d better not touch my cake, though.
A few weeks ago I’ve been in a road trip with my class to have some fun before out term papers and we visited a beautiful city called Brasov. On our way we stopped to visit a castle called Peles. Most of my classmates had been there before and said it was boring but I was spazzing (even if I had barely slept three hours the previous night) and my princess complex kicked in so you could only imagine how I was running around with a mad grin plastered to my face, photographing everything in sight. Sadly, it was rather cloudy and the sun was setting by the time we got there so the pictures didn’t turn out as well as I was hoping they would, but they still manage to capture the beauty I want to share with you.
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