if your looking for some leftover holiday cheer...

the page stares blankly in the knowledge that there is nothing appropriate to share. This holiday season gave me some great books, some cute stories about my little brothers, and a refresher course in family drama, justice, and misery.

Living with 3 friends in a cute (yet ghetto) house in the Church of God capital does not prepare one for what one will find at the parent's house after being gone too long.

There's not much else to say...there is no possible preparation (and if there is, i'm not getting it along with my french major) for finding your mother a miserable person.

Getting back to my 'real' life here in the Bubble seems shallow and foreboding...but what else is there? Do I have a choice but to continue this last little semester and hope that the afterwards holds something greater, nobler...something so great, so noble that I'll be able to forget (or feel like I'm fixing) misery?

- on 2004-01-13 at 8:32 a.m.

wilted - blooming