My Love For David Bowie Is Fiery

Woah.
So I decided to listento all of your Christmas CD, and I started with the last one because you said something about it being really good. Oh. Woah. This guy doesn't sound like he likes Christmas much. I kinda wanna make him some sugar cookies. Really.

This year really has gone by quickly. I seems like...I don't know, it just went by quickly.

I really think I need sleep, and lots of it. My head needs a rest. It has been moving at five million miles per hour thinking about stupid things, and it is time to "let it be".

No, of course Elizabeth and I didn't join forces to hurt you. Great minds think alike, is all. And I apologize for your nose--that I really can sympathize.

Awkwardness is awful (though apparently, I am the queen of it...that is like being the queen of some truly horrific country). It should be banned. Rally the troops, Abigail! I wish I had a reason to say that every day.

Oh, Abby, a bowl cut? I can only imagine. I really don't think I could talk to you without laughing. I also need to get my hair cut. I need it short (not bowl cut), I believe. I would be a nice change.

Ah, you better bring me breakfast. Oi, I don't think I can attend the DBQ (or was it DVQ?) in the morning. I will probably die from exhaustion.

You don't need a job. Your job is to write on the blog.

I would be elated if you began calling my cello girl. And Scrabble Girl is an honor, so be pleased.

Oh, your concerto will quite possibly not turn out. I am feeling quite down on music right now. I am not saying this so you can be all, "Auds, you can do it! Listen to your inspirational CD!" I'll figure it out...someday. I just hate that when I really do work hard on a project, it isn't turning out as I had expected. And no, you will not receive lyrics. Are you trying to puch me over the edge?

Ay yay for Invisible Children meetings. When is this one of Friday?

You better love Moulin Rouge. It sounds as if we have several movies to watch on the seventh. It should be an all out wonderous day.

People must lead strange lives that I don't know and don't want to know about. I am extremely happy you are done being bad. It is entirely pointless to do things that will never be beneficial to you and are a waste of your time. You could be watching Moulin Rouge instead.

It sounds like a good idea for your New Year's, Abby.

Every New Year's (actually, the past two), we write down twelve names of guys we know that we could end up dating that year. You put the little slips of paper, as well as one blank one, under your pillow, and then the next morning, you pick one out without looking. Guess who got the blank one?

Experiments sound fun! I think we should get a bunch of people to do one this year.

It would be so weird to be someone else. Especially the part about having their thoughts and now acknowledging the fact that you are them. I don't know who I would choose. That would require a lot of thought.

Lists! Ah! Sounds like a good way to spend time, seriously.

I hope you like your lasagna tomorrow. I am sure I will like my breakfast.

Oh yes. We will be blocked. It is my new goal for life.

I am going to sleep now. For a long, long time.