All right, y'all. I've been back since Tuesday, but haven't found the time to sit down and write until now.

So, Christmas vacay was pretty great. I had to fly home, which freaked me out, but I have now conquered my fear of flying. Whoopee!... Not that I'll be going anywhere anytime soon. I spent loads of quality time with the fam; hung out with my sisters, shopped with the parents, baked with my gramma, you know, that type of stuff. It was nice. Very relaxing.

I got some very nice gifts, including one of those corduroy bags from the GAP. I love it to pieces. New perfume, one of those riciculously expensive GAP scarves (which I would never pay money for, but I love it all the same) and matching hat (on top of which is placed, literally, the biggest pom-pom of all time), etcetera. Yeah, I got a good haul. Unfortunately, there was no hot boy under that tree for me. I'll have to wait for Johnny Depp until next year *sigh*.

You know what's great about my parents? There I was, having just arrived back at school, feeling pretty sad and homesick, and I called home to let them know I hadn't died in a horrific plane crash. They decided, only to cheer me up I'm sure, to ream me out about some letter they had to sign for my student loans. Alright, yeah, I should have sent it to them months ago, and yeah, I could have picked a better time to give it to them then while they were dropping me off at the airport, but I'm a procrastinator. And damn proud of it. Anyway, there was a whole kerfuffle about it that ended in high-pitched yelling on my and my mother's parts and grumbled Jesus Christs on my father's, but eventually, they succeeded in making me feel completely grateful that I am hundreds of miles away. Aw, family.

Laney and I discovered upon coming home that, Merry Fucking Christmas, someone had stolen our Playstation 2. Motherfucker. I hope whoever stole it finds himself one day in a dark alley at the business end of a tire iron.

Well, I'm gonna go. I got a guitar, and am in the process of teaching myself the different chords. Oh, yeah. E minor is my bitch.

Miss Black

Listening to: "Hey Mama" by the Black Eyed Peas. Cuz "it's that shit that make you groove, mama." Also cuz I like to "shake [my] bum-bumma". Hee.

Reading: guitar tabs.

Watching: my back.

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