Tonight I could have seen The Faint in my current hometown, but I opted instead to stay in and do homework. It's 23:37 and I have not done anything… you see, there was the christmas buffet and then we decided to go get hot cocoa in the dining center and then we went out to the staircase to sit near the christmas tree and sing carols. Bethany decided the tree needed saving. Mike hates hippies. Tom makes everyone uncomfortable. Then the manor bar was discussed, and eventually we ended up there. Two smirnoff ices for me and two pints for Tom later, there we were in his room, impetigo sores and all. I have read that I stop being infectious after 48 hours of treatment, but some sources say 48 hours after the sores heal… hmm.

I think it has been awhile since I wrote, I think. I know it has been awhile since I have written people. I desperately need to mail Steph. At the end of next week, my mail gets cut off until January 10th. I will be mailing letters and postcards from abroad, but I have no way of getting things during that month period, so feel free to save stuff up and have a mass mailing in 2005. Wheee!

I still have not started that 10 page essay, naturally. Teacher boss lady wanted a draft by the end of the week- it is Thursday night. Ha. Academics, who needs them? It has been a pretty lame duck semester. I think my body cycles into the sophomore slide or something. Four years ago I was doing subpar in school as well.

I heart Tom (and Huckabees; how am I not myself?).


I hear that Steph thinks impetigo is a “funny word” and “did not laugh” when Brandi said I have it. Heehee. I am jealous, Brandi gets Maren AND Steph action, and all I have is European thrills, a loving boyfriend (extremely so; especially when drunk), great insane friends like Mike and Greg, and a balcony. oops.

If it is any consolation, my art is suffering.

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