Winter Quarter Here I Come
I have officially returned to NU. Break kicked ass. Most of the people that read this journal were there, but if you weren't I mainly watched Law and Order, hung out with friends, and slept. Hence the kick ass. There was much relaxation.
January is going to be an interesting month. My birthday in eleven days and I get to celebrate it a million times. This Saturday with my parents, next friday with my awesome twin sister, and the next saturday with my friends. I miss my friends from home already, but I will see you all again. Then I have a million SAI things, but that will keep me busy and hopefully January will go fast.
Tomorrow I have class, which means I have to wake up before noon. Damn. I will report back on the state of things once I figure out how all my classes are gonna go. Have fun to all who are still in good old McHenry.
Think about this while you all, except Melissa, are lazing around.
Would you rather:
have a love of dance so insatiable that at the sound of any music you feel compelled to do the Conga (this stemming from your inability to control yourself any longa)
or
have an unbelievably extreme phobia of vegetables, rice, and anybody named Samuel?
Hmm. The second one I think. There is just no excuse for bad dancing unless you're a white guy.
Love,
Dori
January is going to be an interesting month. My birthday in eleven days and I get to celebrate it a million times. This Saturday with my parents, next friday with my awesome twin sister, and the next saturday with my friends. I miss my friends from home already, but I will see you all again. Then I have a million SAI things, but that will keep me busy and hopefully January will go fast.
Tomorrow I have class, which means I have to wake up before noon. Damn. I will report back on the state of things once I figure out how all my classes are gonna go. Have fun to all who are still in good old McHenry.
Think about this while you all, except Melissa, are lazing around.
Would you rather:
have a love of dance so insatiable that at the sound of any music you feel compelled to do the Conga (this stemming from your inability to control yourself any longa)
or
have an unbelievably extreme phobia of vegetables, rice, and anybody named Samuel?
Hmm. The second one I think. There is just no excuse for bad dancing unless you're a white guy.
Love,
Dori