Holidays

The unappreciated holiday-Thanksgiving-has now passed and, I am sorry to say, involved very little eating. But spending it with Home made it the best ever.

Yesterday, I enjoyed the company of The Ginger and The Animal. The last few times I saw The Ginger, I had to buy a pair of socks and -so did Home-just to converse with him. Hallelujah for holiday breaks. We enjoyed watching Fired Up and Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, laughing and envying the relationships with a lot of "Awwww!"s.

I am thankful for Home, for my friends, and for my family-even if I got kicked out of yet another bed last night in order for my sister to have a sleepover with her silly junior high friends.

Give thanks.

The Humor Section

Tomorrow, a new blog will appear.

It shall be created by myself, The Sunflower Lover, and Sax. The best part; it shall consist of, basically, bad jokes. We had the inspiration today as we sat in my dorm room. I had to stand in the corner several times for making bad jokes.

Be excited.

First Circle of Hell

Home is my best friend. And best friends we shall always remain until we die and go to heaven and say to each other, "We made it! And look at everything we've accomplished together." I cannot wait for it to be the right time.

To make matters worse...

I hit a cat while driving back to school today. It was dark. I did not see it until a milisecond before I felt the thud of my tires.

I cried.

This week, I feel as though I am experiencing Dante's Inferno. My Circle I: guilt.

Homesickness Runs Rampant..

The new week has brought frustration from ballet and grumpy roommates. Luckily, I made delicious food yesterday. It was a huge success.

I spent some quality time with my pet mustache, Stephano, drinking Martinelli's. He drank too much and threw up nerds. No problem.

I printed some of my favorite photos and put them up along my wall. Cleaning and organizing often acts as therapy.

I miss the Ginger. He makes my life so wonderful and he has disappeared from my radar. This is a problem.

I miss the Animal as well. She and I get to attend the incredible Blessthefall concert a week from Friday. I am thrilled. I cannot wait to jump around and act like I have no cares for an evening with my best friend. Hallelujah!

The Writer has been missed as well. She helped me to tolerate life when I felt grumpy.

Living eighty miles from home and Home has become more than an annoyance.
Utah Valley University next year? Apartment with the Writer and the Animal? Just try and stop me.

Commiserating

Don't you hate the feeling when you've discovered you might have been someone's best and biggest mistake? I wish I didn't know what this felt like.

I want to go Home..