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There are less than five hours until my last class of the semester. Twelve hours until the holiday party. Sixty-three hours until Nightmare Before Christmas. And Eighty-four until I go home.
I'M IN SCREENPRINTING.
I really hope the party will be a success. I don't know how many people will actually go, and Broome is so big the space might be intimidating. We say last year was a success, but was it? Was it just the space and the intimacy? So many people won't know each other. I can only hope alcohol will do the job it was made to do.
Jucy's wants be back over break. mmmm, Money.
What have I done so far this week? Lets see, turned in two papers and finished two classes, presented for one class to finish another, saw Kyle's balls, talked to Priya about her boy toy, my mom called me a "little twinkle star," saw Kyle's balls some more, and a cute boy kissed me goodbye on the forehead. I'd say it's been eventful since Monday.
At home there will be: a decorated christmas tree, three cats that love (not attack) me, a sister, some parents, some step and almost-step parents, some presents, some parties, long-in-stasis friendships, a job, relaxation, knitting, fireplaces, Temescal, night-swimming, reading, no homework, a toilified bedroom, eventually a cruise, and endless pots of cider mulling on the stove.
A month is a long time.
I'M IN SCREENPRINTING.
I really hope the party will be a success. I don't know how many people will actually go, and Broome is so big the space might be intimidating. We say last year was a success, but was it? Was it just the space and the intimacy? So many people won't know each other. I can only hope alcohol will do the job it was made to do.
Jucy's wants be back over break. mmmm, Money.
What have I done so far this week? Lets see, turned in two papers and finished two classes, presented for one class to finish another, saw Kyle's balls, talked to Priya about her boy toy, my mom called me a "little twinkle star," saw Kyle's balls some more, and a cute boy kissed me goodbye on the forehead. I'd say it's been eventful since Monday.
At home there will be: a decorated christmas tree, three cats that love (not attack) me, a sister, some parents, some step and almost-step parents, some presents, some parties, long-in-stasis friendships, a job, relaxation, knitting, fireplaces, Temescal, night-swimming, reading, no homework, a toilified bedroom, eventually a cruise, and endless pots of cider mulling on the stove.
A month is a long time.