So I'm back with a vengeance. Or something. I also think I must have spelled that one word incorrectly, cause it just looks wrong, but I can't be bothered to open Word. Whatever.

Finally got back yesterday. Took me a few extra days, what with South Carolina and everything. Which was indeed much fun, by the way. Today I shopped for most of the day, and I am utterly exhausted, on top of being not nearly done. So I get online to talk to random people...and no one is online. Or everyone has away messages, and I think everyone is seeing Two Towers. Allow a brief pause here while I cry pitifully, cause no one in my family can be bothered to see this movie with me...except for Krista, of course, who drove to Memphis to catch the very first midnight showing. I suppose she'll see it with me over Christmas, but it just won't be the same. Sigh. Whine. This will continue for a few days, so just know that I'm being pitiful.

On the upside, they have pointy Dr. Pepper here, which always makes me smile. I'll have to bring some back with me. That and the mini-IBC.

I miss so many people. People that I want to just sit and talk for hours with, because we always seem to be able to haave that much to talk about, and that I always feel like I haven't seen enough. There are actually a few people who fit this description...and I think they all know who they are. :)

Apparently my house has no Christmas wrapping paper in it. Joy of joys. And despite what Marie says, no, we can't just pretend it's Christmas paper. And we can't use our alien or dinosaur paper, either. Sigh.

VH1 has had this 80's thing on all week. We've been watching it, and Stacey's been taping it. I've come to the conclusion that I was born in the coolest year. Woo woo.

"Lord help the mister, who comes between me and my sister; and Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man."

I want to watch White Christmas now.

I am finally done with my finals. My brain is on overload; my emotions are too.

I have never been so grateful for an impending break. This has all been throwing me closer and closer to my old, over-emtional wrecking ball state. Not too cool. Throughout it all, however, I still haven't cried. Go me.

Alan will be leaving soon. Maybe not soon, but before I get back from Tennessee, regardless. I didn't realize til the other day just how sad this will make me. I've been told college is like this - you meet great people and then they leave. Usually, I'm the one moving.

And after a major break in writing, just got off the phone with my mother, who just gave me a major lecture. Sigh. More writing later, I guess.

Raaaaaaarrrrrrrr.

I hate thinking. I hate feeling conflicted. I don't need to have any free time. I need to keep moving.

My head does not know what it is talking about. Forgive me. In other news, I missed the Thanksgiving Gilmore Girls. If anyone could get it to me, I'd appreciate it.

My question from the board still stands, but it's great to be back. Back to the lack of sleep. Back to the weather that's just cold enough for a sweater. And I survived my plane trips with mere 40-minute delays.

Thanksgiving was fun, though I did get thrown into a cold shower with my clothes on. And socks. Squish. I have a raging Southern accent now. Raging for me, anyway.

Hungry hungry hungry. Hungry hungry hippo. No! Hungry like a ravenous...cat. My cat. Stormy. She scratched me cause she thought we were moving again, but other than that she followed me around. I miss her already.

Michelle went to get Anthony and she's been gone far too long. Ho activities. Sigh. She needs to get back so I can leave, and calm down, and get past this hyperness that seems to have attacked me. Screw it, I'm finding them. After I light a candle.