18 December 2001 - 9:03 p.m.

Twenty-five days is a really long time. Actually, twenty-five days in Chesaning is a really long time. I love being home. I swear I do. I love being able to sleep ... something I haven't been able to do much at school. 4 hours a night was REALLY not cutting it anymore. I love being able to cook for myself ... I am going to eat so much rice, it shall be wonderous. I love being able to read fun books in French and watch tv and rent movies not feel guilty for wasting time. It is marvelous. Truly. Okay, now after that long disclaimer I can whine and moan guilt-free! I want a nice two week vacation here ... not a really long twenty-five day vacation here. It is so strange being in these two completely separate worlds ... Boston is completely opposite of Chesaning.

In other news, my mom was telling me, as we pulled into town today, that there was a big parade for the football team the week after Thanksgiving ... if that weren't wonderful enough, they signed autographs and people could pose for pictures with them. Woohoo. Let's deify the football team. I'm awful. "Bitter, party of 1, your table is now available ..."

So, I didn't follow through with the pact to tell the boy that I liked him before I left for home. I tried to. I promise I tried really hard. I just wasn't obvious enough in my hints, I suppose. I got ridiculously frustrated, and right before I was going to say, "Look. I like you, okay? I mean REALLY a lot ... and if you do not like me back that is fine. You just need to know, I think," I panicked. I couldn't say it. So, I just mumbled something along the lines of, "Anyhow ... Happy Christmas, darling boy. I shall talk to you in January, I s'pose ..." and ran off. He does not even have my screenname at home! I am SUCH a bad girl sometimes. Man.

Also, I have decided to say "Happy Christmas" this year. It is so British ... or at least so Harry Potter. Either way, I approve greatly! :)

That's it.

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