Cahoots

Christmas was lovely. I got a nice big hit of my drug of choice, 24, and a pilates DVD to make up for the 24 hours I plan to spend watching it in January. There's nothing like Jack Bauer kicking ass, blowing things up and generally showing you what it's like to make all French croissants, rain and il fauts ("you have to"s) seem like distant memories.



It was wonderful to spend the day with the family and all the dogs. We went to Aunt Teri's for a delicious meal (difficult, I'm sure, to cook for us since I'm a vegetarian and my mom doesn't eat carbs).

Speaking of my too-embarrassing-to-look-at high school blog, Ross found the most shameless posts that basically centered on my completely unrequited high school crush on him. He is now making fun of me on facebook. I think I had that coming, having forgotten the username and password and left it on the internet for years. Thank you, Google, for your ever-improving search capacity.

Tonight I think we will take Eliza out for some delicious 21st birthday drinks.

Vital Signs:
Countdown: I see Zach the day after tomorrow! Last semester was, to use a French phrase, like crossing the desert. I feel like getting to see him again so soon is like finding an oasis.

Good Words:
cahoots
teeter
flop

Currently Reading:
What is the What, the BRAND NEW Dave Eggers

I'm still wearing pajamas!

New Blog

After reading Ender's Game in high school, I found myself under the delusion that with nothing but my own wit and a blogger account, I could be the next Demosthenes and Locke and wield enormous, anonymous influence over intergalactic politics.

That blog is now too embarrassing to look at (oh god) and I'm a little worried about the chances of success for this one. But I really wanted to friend Zach on blogger, especially since he always writes nice things about me and I like to be friends with him all over the internet.

Jerry Seinfeld is on the autism fundraiser on Comedy Central! It's like seeing my dad on TV. My sister and I are waiting upstairs for Christmas to start. Jerry Seinfeld is helping calm us down. I woke up at 6:00 this morning and jumped on my sister and her dog. Both were a little disgruntled but understood once I yelled "It's CHRISTMAS!"

I forgot about Christmas until now, however, in my excitement to come home and see Zach and my family. The countdown started at 115 days and showed, conclusively, that time passes and December 21st does eventually come, no matter how annoying/wonderful/boring/so-so/fascinating France can be. Coming off the plane was my favorite study abroad memory so far (sorry, Mont St Michel, you were a close second.)