Dog day Christmas eve

so deck the halls with boughs of holly

I can't believe it is already Christmas Eve. Where does the time go when it flies over our heads and into oblivion? I have been seventeen for over two months now. I have completed my college applications, fallen in and out and back in of infatuation, questioned my morals, and continued to struggle between personal happiness and team duty.

On a lighter note, I am currently at my uncle and aunt's place in Forest Hills. I came up here intending to check on my college application statuses, which has proven only to be a serious stressor.

In any case, being done seems anticlimatic. A lot of things seem that way, actually. For example, my personal deadline of December 15--it went whooshing past with nary a sound. Christmas just isn't the same as it used to be, when I was younger and everything was a mystery and Santa Claus was a divine being.

I need to start saving more money. And also to start articulating my thoughts in the form of words isntead of inner turmoil, which may sound fun, but is not at all. I brought with me two books to indulge in tonight: Wuthering Heights, and the much more light-hearted Geektastic. The latter is an anthology of short stories from self-proclaimed "nerdy" authors, many of whom are apparently secretly obsessed with CosPlay and sci-fi conventions, etcetera etcetera.

This time next year, I'll be home from college. But where will I be coming from? Which campus green, or concrete, will I escape from to my suburban childhood home?

AHHH. it's insane just trying to picture it.

I have always loved predicting the future.

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The day my air conditioner, which we had all left for dead years earlier, started working again, I began believing that everything would be okay.

Es muss sein

never kiss a fool and never let a kiss fool you.

I have decided that there are two wonderful sensations in this world, in addition to all the other ones, and one is discovering a familiar habit in a stranger, or discovering the familiar habit of a relative in a friend. The other day, I was at California Pizza Kitchen with three friends. I began to cut my pizza apart into pieces, something I rarely do, but decided to do that day. One of my friends looked over and informed me that his dad did the same thing. It was insignificant and not particularly interesting of an incident, but it reminded me of this phenomenon, where seeing an action can remind you of a person, and suddenly you are not looking at the person performing the action, but at the person the action reminded you of.

The second wonderful sensation is reading a passage that inspires you, in anything, whether it is the back of a bag of chips or in a 350 page novel written by a Czech genius.

I bought two pairs of sunglasses today for just under $9, and that was including tax. I love oversized sunglasses, and I love talking about myself.

10 things I've done/realized/thought about since summer began:

1. I really, really need to force myself to run. However,once I do, I begin to wage a hard, cruel war on my body, pushing it further than it wants to go.

2. I have bad taste in conquests; as in, I go for the ones who make it impossibly frustrating.

3. I really like salsa and Tostitos. And facebook quizzes.

4. I need to feed my liver less processed foods, and alcohol.

5. I am terrified of having to drive with other people near me.

6. I really suck at returning things on time to the library, which is ironic.

7. I love my job. (Except for the working part)

8. Paperback novels make me read faster.

9. I hate ovulation. Gross.

10. Potatoes store best in dark, dry, and well ventilated areas. Just like me.

Brevity is the soul of wit except when you're trying to say I love you