CHRISTMAS is soon (a direct quote from the title of my CD)

Pretty soon, on the right hand side of our blog, it will say December. That is actually quite exciting. I am glad I have a blog with you because I think anyone else would make fun of me for checking it so constantly. But you, never.

My head aches from writing this slave narrative. Really. Aches. I cannot write four pages in a limited time. I should have done a one-a-page thing, but no. I had to procrastinate.

I will burn you a new one, but probably not tonight, as I have no idea what my mother did with the blank CD's. You have to give me at least one week to digest your CD's. That is a LOT of music to listen to. I have only just begun, and I usually have to go through a CD at least twice to decide which songs I particularly enjoy. I did, however, listen to the Christmas CD. That is no Rat Pack Christmas, let me tell you. I do like it though.

I always always always give in to guilt. It is actually a quite horrible trait to posess. Nobody knows what it really right--we are all lost, basically. I think I honestly believe that, as horrible as it sounds.

GO AWAY, headache!

You are crazy. I hope you know that, Scrabble Girl (or SG).

Oh, our phone conversations. I was so tired this morning, and for what? Just kidding, it was a lovely conversation. I will call you. Someday. I just don't support phones, so why would I call anyone? Poor Invisible Children meeting. Once this stupid play is over, I will be a loyal member, I promise.

It is nice having someone wanting me to succeed in composing this piece. I feel motivated, and soon I will be inspired, all because of you.

Second math star. I am quite impressed. Truly. You are doing very well in the subject. Now, if only we can get you to stop skipping health...

I came home and my mother had made eggs, fried potatos, sausage, and toast. It was a lovely warm-me-up meal. Tonight would have been much better if I didn't have to type a FOUR PAGE PAPER.

Did you really ask me if I had seen Gone With the Wind? I'm pretty sure we have had conversations about it. Oh, how I love it. I've never read anything by Chuck Palahniuk. I really have got to start reading more and watching better movies. It is time to expand my taste. I would love to show you Moulin Rouge, but I would be too afraid of you hating it to watch it with you.

I'm pretty sure your bear socks are as thick as they make them.

I love Christmastime, but no New Year's for me. I honestly think it is a stupid holiday. I doesn't necessarily have to be; I mean, it is a cool idea, but people have given it such a nasty rep. Now it is just an excuse for people to do stupid things that drive me crazy. I usually just watch movies. Last year I went over to my cousin's and we watched Friends on DVD and drank Strawberry soda. Good times.

My family is just as excited for you to decorate the tree. They kept asking me all these questions. It sounds as if you will be coming to help us pick out the tree too, if that is all right with you. It will be on the same day, anyway, so it shouldn't interfere with your overly busy (ha! I accidentally typed "busty") schedule.

Ah, homeroom. The most magical place on earth.
Good-bye.
What experiments are you talking about?