i come home soon. for  like a whole month. yahoo.

i broke out really bad yesterday so now my face is covered in pimples. its cute.

today i had a taco salad in the dining hall and a piece of chicken was like pure fat that i bit into. i still havent fully recovered. and i dont know if i ever will.

the bright eyes christmas album is possibly the most depressing thing i have ever listened to. but listen i do.

im about to go to a football game and freeze. I am wearing 5 layers of clothing, including two sweatshirts. my body looks severely disproportionate, and i could probably run into a wall and not feel anything due to all the padding. its fun.

if we win this football game we get to go to the finals. exciting. woo eat em up cats.

well i guess now it is time to chuck a deuce. peace out.

Im so ready to come home.

Thanksgiving is my most favorite holiday.

last thanksgiving i got into a very heated debate over whether stuffing and dressing were the same thing. apparently its a pretty big deal to some people. that mess better not happen again this year or else im a gonna have to throwdown.

i saw harry potter the other night. we went to the midnight showing on thursday because we are very cool. it was actually a bad idea because i missed my friday class. but i mean.. i have my priorities.

the lady next to me at the movies was a hardcore potter fan. she was intimidating and seemed to be just angry in general. she was mad that the movie deviated from the book. at one point i think she thought i was actually in charge of the production of the movie because she turned to me with such a look of disgust and then yelled " her dress was supposed to be PERIWINKLE." i think i actually apologized.

I was just informed that oprahs favorite things comes on today. unfortunately i will not be able to watch. i think my heart actually stopped beating for a little bit. i am devastated.

farewell

The morning sun's about to break 
I'm looking in as you create someone 
You lift your head and brush your teeth and make your bed 
As if you won't sleep again 

You fix your hair and tie your shoes 
And tuck your shirt and now you feel new 
The glass is full, the glass is broke 
And every day desolves and there's no hope 

Of ever leaving this temporary life 
Of ever leaving this temporary life 

Life, life, life, life 

You may ask yourself: is there anyone so alone 
That there's no beep before the dial tone 
When you pick it up to see who called 
If there is, its probably your Mom 

Oh the rising sun brings little change 
To this city with a stolen name 
And you're wondering who's bright idea 
It was to pack your things and leave your friends and move Down here 

I couldnt have said it better Ben Gibbard.

Its possible that i may have influenza.

mother of pearl.