We've got no heat!

One of my favorite things about the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is how Oldies 103.3 plays non stop Christmas music. I actually really love it. I have one problem though, and that is their obsession with Dominic the Donkey, which is not even a real Christmas song. It's stupid. They play it at least once an hour. I'm all for Chrismas music, especially Oh Holy Night and the Trans Siberian Orchestera, but this one I really just don't understand. Not to mention, Dominic is probably among the most decidedly human names in existence, and is therefore an inappropriate name for a donkey. 

But now James Taylor is singing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, and that is just great.

It's so balmy outside that I feel like this must be what Christmas outside of New England feels like. I can't decide if I like it or not. Obviously we should all blame the President for the climate.

The sheer volume of work I need to do in the next three weeks is staggering. I think I'm going to need to invest in a new pack of printer paper, hopefully my ink cartridges will hold out.

Last night was the American Girl Christmas movie featuring Molly. It was sub par compared to the Samantha and Felicity movies, which is a shame because Molly's WWII story probably had more tearjerking potential than any of the other ones, with the exception of Addy the slave of course, who is clearly in a league of her own when it comes to hardship.

Speaking of hardship, I registered for next semester's classes today, which was laughable. You'd think junior standing would give you options. Nope.

Um, I don't actually want to start doing all of the aforementioned writing assignments, but I probably should.

I am trying to evolve.

Whenever I'm really feeling like I don't want to do something, my favorite way to procrastinate is to go back in time and read old entries in this blog. Oftentimes, I'm not going to lie, I really just crack myself up. But then I also want to smack myself other times for being so lame and angsty for Pete's sake.

One of these days, in the name of all things Narcissus, I have every intention of buying a fresh ink cartrdige and a pack of printer paper and printing out these entries to make them slightly more permenant. I think they'd make a lovely sequel to The Diary of 1995-1998. Criminy.

A reoccuring theme I would like to call a bit of attention to is that every time I have brought up life in Los Angeles after college, it always involves subsiding on Tostitos. I really don't know why that is, it's not like Tostitos are your typical destitute man's snack or anything. But it's true, that is what I imagine eating a lot of when I become poor and Californian.

So, big news. Liz, Meaghan, and myself have finally done it. We had waited long enough. We decided we were in the right place in our lives. The timing was right. We felt comfortable. It had to happen sooner or later, but we didn't want to rush it. We were ready, physically and emotionally, to deal with whatever would result from...putting up our beautiful silver tinsel Christmas tree before Thanksgiving.

Yeah.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, in one week I will offically be on BREAK, and everyone will be in Leominster, and it will just be great. And then, the day AFTER Thanksgiving, the radio stations will start playing non stop Christmas music, and I WON'T be working black Friday at LNT (I never have, but can you imagine anything more horrible?) and maybe it will snow, and then won't everything just be lovely.

I just made two cookies out of this enormous tube of cookie dough, and I think now is the time to eat them.

Great.

Get off of me, you filthy communist.

I'm discouraged. And if I were a quitter...now would be the time where I'd be doing some major quitting.

It's terrible when the things you thought you loved start to make you want to add them to your hate list. Really terrible.

My rubber dish washing gloves make me feel like a cow insemenator.

Feminism is a nice idea, but do there really have to be so many different versions of it? Really? Let's all just pick one and go with it.

I want to go shopping and purchase a new hat and possibly some gloves and maybe even a scarf. Oh God, that's right...I haven't earned a cent since August. 

Speaking of earning cents, Linens N Things was the answer to a question on College Jeopardy last night. It was cute. 

I have to get a variety of opinions/criticisms of my screenplay, so if anyone's interested...let me know. It's only the first 10 pages.

I've successfully farted away another hour. This is GREAT.