With sweet understanding.

What goes up must come down.

This really isn't the Christmas spirit.

But to my dismay, I really don't care.

Dear Danielle, welcome to the way things are. Feel free to attempt to change them, please. Just don't get your hopes up.

E.T. phone home.

Oh, crap.

Seasons. Greetings.

I think so far my favorite part of college is the fact that a 72, 76, and 82 average together to somehow form a B. 

I burned popcorn like 4 hours ago. My dorm, my hair, my clothes, EVERYTHING now smells like burned popcorn. Delicious.

I'm wearing my glasses today and between the fact that they are black and square, my STILL black even though it was only supposed to last a month and I've washed it at least 400 times and have the split ends to prove it hair, and my shirt of choice, which ironically is also black, I really look I should be typing this under the alias Cry_Tears_of_Midnight_Stars.

Speaking of glasses, I recently made my sister a necklace composed of three strings of seed beads at the Craft Club. Between this activity and trying to read miniscule print in the dark while managing props, I think it is safe to say that what little eyesight I had left has been severly damaged.

Something tells me that Friday will be a good one.

Speaking of psychics, I am one. Just to lay it out there.

Hello?

I'm trying to find the words, but I've got nothing.

If any of you happen to notice the "Catch A Break" fairy flitting about, send him my way. We need to chat.

"Ooh you have mediums? Sexual."

Tonight I had to go to rehersal for a bunch of hours.

I baby-sat for a table of inanimate objects.

I taped my face and made Spock ears, in tribute to two special redheads.

I realized, once again, that I don't understand Shakespeare's jokes. But the fairies are pretty, anyway.

I ate some pumpkin seeds and crispy M&Ms and drank some grapefruit juice and now my tongue is bone dry and slightly numb from the insane amount of salt on the seeds. So pretty.

I absolutely adore freezing rain. Nothing warms the heart like a useless umbrella and soaked through sheepskin and down.

Yesterday my horoscope informed me that I looked like a Neanderthal on a bad day. Today it told me my room was a stinkhole. 

My room IS a stinkhole. No more Hawaiian breeze, I'll tell you what. It smells like ramen-y styrofoam and dust and lord knows what else. 

I'm spent and tired and ridiculous and just very, very done.

Numero Uno.

Leo is on Oprah right now.

I can barely stand it. What a class act.

So I just found out that BINGO has been cancelled for the night, due to this blizzard. Damn.

So. Now what?

I have a small tub of Nutella which I have been eating with Saltines. This is delicious. Two tablespoons of Nutella has 200 calories. I don't want to talk about it.

I need to do some work. By some I mean a lot. Five more days of classes, then two of reading, one of finals, three of home, one of one last final, oodles more for Christmas break, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Bah.

Shrek 2 is on again. This is still fun. FREAK OUT!!!

Sometimes I wish I were reckless. I wish I could be more party girl than quiet, and I wish I hadn't run so fast so soon. But I'm not, and I did, so now it is time to wait for my next chance. Pissah.

It's too bad that all of you aren't as exciting as I am. Sorry.

Riding in cars with trees.

You Are From the Sun

Of all your friends, you're the shining star. You're dramatic - loving attention and the spotlight. You're a totally entertainer and the life of the party. Watch out! The Sun can be stubborn, demanding, and flirty. Overall, you're a great leader and great friend. The very best!

What Planet Are You From?

Well, that's encouraging.

My shoulders, neck, and armpits heart from hauling lighting pipes yesterday. That's right. My armpits. I think I sprained them.

Yesterday I got two adorable little live fir trees for A Midsummer Night's dream. They are props and are currently residing in the dorm until tomorrow. I wish I could decorate them because I need an outlet for my manic need for all things Christmas.

It's weird not being home in the middle of Christmas music and decorations and cookies and wrapping...16 Days. 

I am so so so so ready.

Samm and I are compiling an entire CD of different versions of O Holy Night, feautring N*Sync and the Great Celine Dion. But you know, I'm really looking foward to a LIVE rendition...

JUST! HEAR! THOSE! sleighbellsringalingjingjingjinalingtoooooo

Noises off.

Didn't sleep well.

Crashed headlong into my closet drawers after picking up keys which I dropped on the floor.

Decided to take a shower. Almost locked the keys (which nearly caused me a concussion) IN the room.

Dropped shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, facewash, AND soap in the shower. Had to pick all of them up, debate whether or not the toothbrush was contaminated forever, decided it wasn't, and retrieved shampoo from the shower NEXT DOOR because it slid under the drain arch.

Still have to get dressed, fetch lighting pipes, sit in Media Culture, go to the loft, and to Wal Mart, and then watch a film about Afghanistan.

Eating would be nice, but it just doesn't seem possible.

Blech. Where are you, December 20th?