Merry Christmas
I have that song stuck in my head, from that Griswald Christmas Vacation movie. It's that song about the Hawaiian way to say 'Merry Christmas', but I'm sure I'm not getting the words right.
He probably should have called tonight, at least dropped a small note, but he didn't.
And I'm sure the excuse will measure up to all the others and be sorted away just as easily.
It was a good Christmas. Not too little, not too much, just enough. Like porridge or something like that.
My flannel sheets are insanely comfortable, I just wish the weather would make them a little more appropriate.
I can't believe that 2006 is so close to being over. 2005 seems like I can still hold it and touch its edges any time I want. I'm not ready for all of that to be two years away already.
I'm probably going out to California over spring break which is incredibly exciting as my cousin Paul and I get along so famously.
He's just one year older and full of an entirely different social culture. We enthrall each other every time we talk.
Just a few more months and [an extended] summer bestows all its blessed freedoms once again.
Now it's getting from A to B.
Oh well.
I'm growing my hair out again.
I'm not cutting it until the summer and it's already back down to a little past my shoulders.
Who knows what I'll do with it come mid-July? But that unsurety is the best part.
Thank you cards, that's what I forgot. That's on the list for tomorrow along with laughing at least 18 times and getting out of my house.
So everything's swell.
He probably should have called tonight, at least dropped a small note, but he didn't.
And I'm sure the excuse will measure up to all the others and be sorted away just as easily.
It was a good Christmas. Not too little, not too much, just enough. Like porridge or something like that.
My flannel sheets are insanely comfortable, I just wish the weather would make them a little more appropriate.
I can't believe that 2006 is so close to being over. 2005 seems like I can still hold it and touch its edges any time I want. I'm not ready for all of that to be two years away already.
I'm probably going out to California over spring break which is incredibly exciting as my cousin Paul and I get along so famously.
He's just one year older and full of an entirely different social culture. We enthrall each other every time we talk.
Just a few more months and [an extended] summer bestows all its blessed freedoms once again.
Now it's getting from A to B.
Oh well.
I'm growing my hair out again.
I'm not cutting it until the summer and it's already back down to a little past my shoulders.
Who knows what I'll do with it come mid-July? But that unsurety is the best part.
Thank you cards, that's what I forgot. That's on the list for tomorrow along with laughing at least 18 times and getting out of my house.
So everything's swell.