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If you combine the weather and decorations of Evanston with St. Luke's, then you have Christmas. The music this morning was fabulous (if not slightly odd since I was in the congregation) and Vivaldi rocks the cashbah. But, like all the other Northwestern students I ahve to say: Home. Feeling useless/bored right now (though I love seeing you Houstonians). I miss Northwestern already. I have the perfect idea: Why don't I just kidnap three or four people here that I really have missed hardcore, and then just steal them away to live in Jones? That way we don't sit around in Houston doing nothing.
Ah, but life is fabulous when you have Sam and Elizabeth to sing with. Or rather, Sam, since Elizabeth was a slightly mute baritone plucking notes on the keyboard as I sang in my pixie soprano voice usually reserved for Early Music. It's even fabulous at a Christmas party where the folks are extremely "boisterous" and keep asking you where you are applying to college. Quote of the night: "Hey, remember the time when I numbed your face?" Picture to come whenever Elizabeth sends them over.