Rush

The snow is falling, the wind is whipping, and I am laughing as I stare out the window of the warm bus and contemplate the fact that this time last year I was crouched unconfortably in a bush somewhere in the middle of nowhere, clad in bright red/orange holding a rifle and wishing I was anywhere but there. My toes would be frozen, and I would most likely have had to pee. But not this morning. This morning I slept until I felt like getting out of bed, and lazily rode to school to type out the rest of my paper. I have not finished it yet, and will not, just like the good ol' high school days, until aprroximately 10 mins before it is due, that is, the extension due date. Just thought I'd share that with y'all.

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There was a stampede of a slimy white trash herd above the roof in my house and when the dust finally settled, all that was left was a few grimy boxes and a cd from The Game. Translation? The psychos that were living upstairs moved out on 11/29/05. Gonna miss the little buggers.

Enter Daryl. Or maybe its Darren? Or...Deryk...? Anyway, I was bidding my boyfriend adiou a few nights ago, and when I came into the dark porch, he was standing in the corner, all bundled up and I screamed because he quite startled me! Then I nervously said hi and he mumbled something about how he just moved into today, like he was expecting some kind of welcome cake or something and I shoved my key in the door and said a chipper Nice to meet you! and he's like Hi I'm Da(insert proper ending...). I gave him my name (ugh) and bolted inside.

Tis the season to be jolly. Tis the season to chew your nails till they bleed as you pathetically scramble to start(yes...START) your 8 page philosophy paper. Tis the season to bake gingersnap cookies after having spent half an hour squeezing the crap out of a carton of molasses. Tis the season to sympathetically go Christmas shopping with your grumpy boyfriend who rants the whole time about how much he hates Christmas. Tis the season to roast marshmallows over your open fireplace IN YOUR LIVING ROOM (thats right people, envy me...) with said boyfriend and remember why being around him makes you all warm and fuzzy inside. Tis the season to go out the wrong entrance of the mall at 11:00pm after having left your coat in the car, and run around the perimeter to arrive nearly frozen and quite whiney. Tis the season to wish that you had a job so that you could scrape and save and perhaps someday bypass the highway that would take you home and make a beeline for the airport to spent the next month in Hawaii. Tis the season to spend time with the people you love and care about, whoever they may be, because in the end, relationships are what counts in life. So screw the mall and the credit card bills and the near bankrupcy. Lets remember what we are celebrating and why we are celebrating it. You don't have to buy your [enter relative/peer] $100 worth of presents just because he/she is for you. Give people what you WANT to give them, not what you think they want. Isn't that the point? The gifts that I've felt the best about giving have been the ones that nearly cost me nothing. Their worth was in that they were from the heart. I especially feel that way this year because I am *sigh* a struggling college student and probably won't be able to get very many, if any at all, presents (so i joke that I'm gonna learn to knit in the next week and somehow manage to make everyone i know a scarf!)And please remember...even if you don't have money, you have things which are worth far more. Time, compassion, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a smile, a hello.