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December 06, 2004
Finals and Christmas
First of all:
I am not so good right now. Finals...uh, no. Definately not sitting well with me. It's been worse, but I think it has something to do with other things going on. Like not just a stomach ache, but a stomach ache and then getting pulled over for speeding. Or like not just a migraine, but a migraine and then coming home to a lightswitch rave. Yeah.
So I am having bad feelings about the next two days. And normally around finals I sit here and think to myself: "Self, just a few more days of insanity and then you get to go home to a nice warm fire, yummy pumpkin spice candles, garland, a tree, some apple cider, and all this with a very welcoming mother waiting at the door. You can lay around, listen to Kenny G. Christmas music, relax. Get some gifts, give some gifts, see your fam. Life will be good in no time."
But this time around, I am thinking to myself: "Self, something is very wrong. Life is crappy, BUT you have very little of the usual yummy familiarness to look forward to. Instead you are at one end of a dark tunnel, looking for the familiar glow at the end and only seeing a little l.e.d. blinking. Crap." The only good thing is my dad. But besides being with him, i'll be sleeping in a bed I hardly know, living in a house that's not really mine, visiting with family who are still mostly strangers to me. Of course there's my sister too, but I will probably only see her for a day or two. And after all this Christmas-time business I get to come back to school. Yay. I'm thinkin that change is not one of my favorite foods. Woe is me. (In light of my lameness, Jesus was born on Christmas, and that's pretty dang cool. I mean, he has a human body-- how rad is that? He came to redeem complainers like me and he went through some much crappier times. Thanks God, and I'm sorry for being so selfish.)
Second of all:
I don't know, there is really only one big thing.
I did build a treehouse. That was cool. It's by the sculpture room. But that's about it.
Posted by libbystokes at December 6, 2004 01:03 AM