tuesday, december 14

HELLO, GOODBYE, AUF VIEDERSEHEN, GOO.. um, okay, so i don't know that song, but if i did i would sing it right now. school. over. schooool oooover... SCHOOOL OVER! *bounces into mad frenzy* so i sort of crashed most of my finals... so i'm getting at least one incomplete... so i suck.. big tomato deal! it's over, it's over, rover, rover, come on over. hooray. :) --- school things aside, there are plenty of other reasons why i'm required to bounce like i got paid for it, because, well, i practically did. so. i got home yesterday to find aziza and her little sister sarah in the livingroom (i haven't seen sarah in over half a year as she and her mom have been in uzbekistan...) and a jessica in my room. bounce bounce. i check my phone messages and find one from dad.. panic panic as, well, i'm sort of paranoid about my dad calling and leaving me messages, because he only tends to do that when he has bad news to tell me, like, oh, i don't know, 'your grandma drove into the river and is in a coma,' that kind'a thing. so i call back. dread dread. "hi.. i went to the bank to see how much money you owe in overdrafts and.." "yes? (dread dread)" "..there was an obscene amount of money in your account.. it seems they already deposited your financial aid for next semester." "*insert jennie imploding*" so. pretty happy. pretty not broke at the moment. pretty able to see the green mile and galaxy quest and girl, interrupted as my whacky movie heart desires. pretty able to show for vegetables and bake christmas cookies. pretty able to sleep at night. pretty able to grin my fat arse off. :) --- so. i could spend another 20 minutes telling you about fancy japanese restaurant with jessica and others, with fancy cooking at the table and knives and shrimp-rabbits but i don't want to. i could spend another 20 minutes talking about the fluffiness and comfort of having jessica next to me on the couch watching late night television and giggling about freaky ppl, but i don't want to do that either. i could spend another 20 minutes talking about santa and his mother, but - you guessed it - i simply don't want to. i just want to go home, giggle with jessica, spend a last evening watching buffy and will and grace with gene (he leaves tomorrow..), eat well and feel splendid. so. i will. ho ho ho!

GOD says: "ho.. ho.. ho!!"

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