memories, all alone in the moonlight, da da da da da daaaaaaaaaa daaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I am filled with an overwhelming urge to catch the first bus I can find to Dawson Creek. But then I think of how disgusting and gross and tired I will feel after being on that said bus for over two days in a row...and choose otherwise. But it's the initial thought that counts, right Vince???

On a random and optimistic side note...I get so see Lauren and Katie and Mike tomorrow (or the day after, whichever comes first, I suppose)!! Sweetness. REmind me again why my friends choose to live thousands of miles away during the school year. My memory needs some refreshing (I wrote 'refreshening' at first and then laughed to myself at how stupid I am). I have been one lonely hen out here in NWO. Looooonely--emphasis on 'loon'. And the nights are cold, lemme tell you. It's just not the same without a roomate.

On another side note...

I found a cute picture. It makes the distance a little more bearable. Afterall, memories are very powerful. He's so cute. But don't worry...I'm in it for more than looks ;) Could I possibly have a stupider expression on my face? I love to ruin pictures. I think Vince has narcolepsy. Someone should tell him it's not normal to succomb to Rapid Eye Movements in the middle of the afternoon during dorm dinners. I hate to be the bearer of bad news so...

Reminiscing

One exam done, three more to go. Day by day the stress is disappearing. The holidays are coming soon. I'll be seeing more and more of family as I come out of hiding. The days of t he hermit are slowly coming to a close.

Within no time Christmas will have come and gone. Another festive holiday spent reminiscing and sharing embarassing stories that have been told so many time stuffing comes out your nose as soon as someone says, "liquid vomit". That in itself is an inside family joke and will forever be 'inside'. The embarassment is mine and mine alone.

Family may drive me crazy 90% of the time...but thy sure know how to make me laugh hysterically for the other 10% of the time.

Does anyone else find that they spend more time having flashbacks during Christmas than at any other time of year?
There is no such thing as tradition in my family. We don't always go to Grandma's house and have a big fat turkey and say grace. We dont' always have a nice Christmas tree. I don't always spend it with one parent or the other. But...Christmas has always been spent with the majority of the same people...and in NWO.

Next Christmas will be completely different. The funny thing is: I'm ready for that. Things are already changing day by day. Soon I can start my own traditions. It's exciting and freaky and lovely all at the same time.

I can't believe we never say grace. Hmmm...there's so many religious people in my family and none of them ever want to say grace. Wierd, eh? We used to when I was little and then one day it just ceased. That's the one part of Christmas and family get togethers that I miss...even though I was always the one recruited to do the job--even when I was 6 and my grace was nothing over and above "Thank you God for turkey and mommy and daddy and grampy and grammy...and maybe liz".

Merry Christmas and happy exams!