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I can deal with not having a white Christmas, since it was about fifty out today... I didn't think I'd regret leaving my fall coat in Chicago, but I can't say it's a bad feeling after all the 20-degree days we've had so far this December. It's a very welcome change, even, but since it's going away for the most part tomorrow night, I think I'll have to enjoy my white Boxing Day, too.
So, is it incredibly dorky that I'm hoping my dad was nuts enough to remember and get me more RAM for Christmas? Because that'd be cool. He pulls random things like that sometimes... though it's really unfair of me to hope for anything extra this year since I got a digital camera (which I've been asking for for what now, three years?) I still haven't had enough time to play with it, since my playtime was cut short at Pizza Hut by the batteries dying. (Apparently none of the batteries in our battery drawer work anymore... someone's been using it as a battery graveyard, so my spares were dead, too.) But yay, hanging out with everyone was fun! I got to see pictures of Spain, which looked really pretty and made me want to go to Europe even more, even if I probably wouldn't end up in Spain for long, or on purpose. I really hope I get off work early enough to make it to our New Year's party. The odds aren't too good, but I'm determined anyway! And maybe by will power I'll be able to make it out of work by like, eleven. Maybe. (Hope hope hope.)
I've been doing so much random thinking about life in general this break. So many random plans for next quarter that may or may not have any effect on anything outside of my own little world. I'll make it through, though. Things are slowly falling into place, and I keep telling myself it'll be fine once I'm officially in my major and have an advisor that'll actually tell me what I need to do. Ahhh. It's really bad that I'm stressing about this right now... it's Christmas Eve, and last night I was having weird dreams about declaring a major.
I also need to finish my Christmas shopping before the new year... I am a bad, bad person. I guess at the worst I'll just have to mail things from Chicago, and maybe people will be distracted by the fancy far-away postmark. (Oh, and crap, I forgot to order my Chicago Card again... I'm going to have to pay four dollars to get home from the airport instead of two, I think. Grrr, rate hike that I knew was coming and should have prepared for ahead of time.)
You know, Christmas Eve is really the worst night not to have anything to do. I've gotten re-addicted to solitaire over break, too. I think I can kick the habit again in Chicago, but ahh, I forgot how you have to have something to occupy yourself while pages are loading when you're on dial-up. Darnit, that's what I should have asked for for Christmas, even though I'm only here at most four months out of the year.
So, is it incredibly dorky that I'm hoping my dad was nuts enough to remember and get me more RAM for Christmas? Because that'd be cool. He pulls random things like that sometimes... though it's really unfair of me to hope for anything extra this year since I got a digital camera (which I've been asking for for what now, three years?) I still haven't had enough time to play with it, since my playtime was cut short at Pizza Hut by the batteries dying. (Apparently none of the batteries in our battery drawer work anymore... someone's been using it as a battery graveyard, so my spares were dead, too.) But yay, hanging out with everyone was fun! I got to see pictures of Spain, which looked really pretty and made me want to go to Europe even more, even if I probably wouldn't end up in Spain for long, or on purpose. I really hope I get off work early enough to make it to our New Year's party. The odds aren't too good, but I'm determined anyway! And maybe by will power I'll be able to make it out of work by like, eleven. Maybe. (Hope hope hope.)
I've been doing so much random thinking about life in general this break. So many random plans for next quarter that may or may not have any effect on anything outside of my own little world. I'll make it through, though. Things are slowly falling into place, and I keep telling myself it'll be fine once I'm officially in my major and have an advisor that'll actually tell me what I need to do. Ahhh. It's really bad that I'm stressing about this right now... it's Christmas Eve, and last night I was having weird dreams about declaring a major.
I also need to finish my Christmas shopping before the new year... I am a bad, bad person. I guess at the worst I'll just have to mail things from Chicago, and maybe people will be distracted by the fancy far-away postmark. (Oh, and crap, I forgot to order my Chicago Card again... I'm going to have to pay four dollars to get home from the airport instead of two, I think. Grrr, rate hike that I knew was coming and should have prepared for ahead of time.)
You know, Christmas Eve is really the worst night not to have anything to do. I've gotten re-addicted to solitaire over break, too. I think I can kick the habit again in Chicago, but ahh, I forgot how you have to have something to occupy yourself while pages are loading when you're on dial-up. Darnit, that's what I should have asked for for Christmas, even though I'm only here at most four months out of the year.
