all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.
i'm up at my uncle's up in chicago. i'm watching natinoal lampoon's christmas vacation part II. NEVER see this movie. my aunt is asleep on the couch (yes it's only 10) and my brother, dad, mom, uncle and i are all crowded around the warm glow of my uncle's 65" tv. i'm up here because it's close to o'hare. i leave on the 26th from there at 7:50, have to be there at 4.
we all opened gifts this morning from santa. i got a digital camera and various things for my trip.
man, i was completely excited before today. an now i'm sort of...nervous. in all of the national lampoon's movie, they at least had their family with them. oh well. new years may turn out alright because a couple of lindsay porter's friends are going to be over there for the holiday. woo.
um. i saw my grades on compass. and i'm ready to go start my catering business now.
my ipod is broken and that's really frustrating me.
i want to run. like, consistently.
i'm SO FULL of deliciousness from dinner tonight.
i have to put resevoir dogs on my list of movies to see.
i wish i was spooning with the recently tattoo-ed lindsay right now. or a number of other people i miss.
frequent cravings:
running!
LONDON!
my birthday to come sooner
"magic" popcorn
pet names
chill seshes. just the word sesh, really.
mint green tea (with lemon and honey)
vodka sprite and lime
showers with danni, sam, and lindsay
being taken care of
mint or chai hot chocolate
cuddling during a sappy movie
peeing my pants during a funny movie
starting awkward conversations
noodles (the food, not the 'raunt)
being briskly cold
excessive warmth
being absolutely fucking ridiculous
being studious and productive