The True Meaning of Christmas

Eating Chinese food while watching "A Christmas Story" with the family was awesome. It's hard to believe that Christmas Eve is tomorrow. Time to get drunk with my true family.

These are the things I love about Christmas.

Ready to GO!!!

Peace out, first semester! Finally, the classes are over, the final exams have been taken, all of the "legal matters" have been taken care of, and I can just go home and relax. I have never been so excited to see my mom, my dad, nor my brother. Christmas is two weeks away, and that seems so strange. I am not so sure about seeing a certain someone, but I know that I have true friends to be there for me.


Commerce Township, here I am coming back, so WATCH OUT!

West Side Story

What an amazing show. There has never been a show like it on the Central Stage.

About all I can say.

Wow.

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I wish I got a real break. I am ready to finish these classes and start new ones. I am just not ready for the cold. I can't believe Christmas is coming so soon. I don't even know what I want...

back home

I feel so much better. Drugs are really good. I hate being one of the first people back to school.
Although, it feels good when people get back.

I <3 MSU

siiick

Too bad this is how I looked and felt on Thursday, now I look and feel like total shit. Just my luck to be sick right before Thanksgiving break. I am already all alone, with no one to really talk to at home during a time one should be with family, but now I am going to be sick with no one around to take care of me.

Guess that's what I get. I am not sure what for.

Guess I will be sleeping. A lot. That can't be too good.

Back to my damned project.

tough love?

Why do mothers always fall back on the excuse "it's for your own good" or "it's hard for me to sit back and watch you do this to yourself"? To me, that means whatever state you're in is not good enough. I know my mom would never say a thing like that, but when it comes to one particular issue, it seems that I can never get to the point. I know she loves me and is proud of me in everything I do, except one issue.

I was told that as long as I try, that is all that matters. So since I am trying, why does it seem that it's just not good enough?

I would hate for my conscience to want to go to extreme bad resorts and go back to bad habits....