Four More Weeks.

I always know that someone else has been watching my television when I turn it on and I get the History Channel. It's been a strange month. Good... but strange. I'm working on surviving this semester, and it's trying to eat me alive.

I don't like confrontation. I want to always be smiling. I like Christmas Carols. But I don't want to hear them all the time. I find guilty pleasure in Christmas decorations. I love Christmas. I put too much before myself... but I can't change that. I like pillows, but I don't really like to sleep with them. I like human contact. I don't like to wear stocking caps. I think boots with fur are dumb. I can say the alphabet backwards.

Let's be BFFs forever.

Lame.

The end.