What is it about coming home and everyone reunites for the first time in months and sometimes years that forces everyone to think that if they ever slightly had a crush on someone it gives them justification to try and hook up with that person? Every time I come home this is all I see. Random people from high school hooking up. I have been guilty of this too, but this year it seems like the random high school hook up trend is in full swing. Maybe it's the knowing that you're not going to see this person for months after it happens. Maybe it's the fact that when you come home it is depressing to realize how old we all are now. Maybe it's nostalgia. I have no clue, but it sure does provide entertainment.

Finals are over and that picture explains how I feel about that. I am proud of myself. I had a cold during finals week and I think I slept maybe 5 hours, but I did not cry once. Well...I almost cried when the boy gave me a hug, but I held them back. I believe this may be the first time I didn't cry during a finals week. I don't handle stress well.

Today after I finished my last final(totally bombed it), I walked outside and I literally said out loud, "Holy shit. I actually made it through this semester." Honestly, this was the hardest semester of all my college years. At one point I literally thought I was going to die from lack of sleep. I may have had 8 breakdowns at the beginning of the semester because Moot Court was so insane, but I made it. Next semester I have 19 units to face, but that doesn't even intimidate me because I know if I made it through this semester and I made it through Moot Court, I can make it through just about anything.

I am going home to the cold tomorrow and it is going to be great. Home-cooked meals. Drinking with my dad. Going to white-trash bars. Fireplaces. 3 cats and a dog. The parents. My sister. And eventually my brother. I love the holidays.

Happy Holidays everyone!

It is 1:30AM and I just finished my nine page paper on why Epperson v. Arkansas created social change. My brain hurts.

I have school tomorrow from 9:30AM to 9:15PM.

Tomorrow is my last day of Moot Court for the rest of my life. Thank the lord!

I have to write a 6-8 page paper on two movies that is due Wednesday and I have yet to see either of them.

I am having serious issues with the boy.

I bought an awesome ring at Target.

My jacket (see below) my mother informed me that I am not allowed to wear it because she wants me to drive it 9 hours home and then let her wrap it. She is crazy, but I love her anyway.

Why am I writing random thoughts? Because that is all my brain can manage after writing 9 pages on Epperson v. Arkansas. Damn you Law and Social Change.

I have never been so happy to see the end of a semester in my life.

6 more months and I'm moving to Boston. Scary. I hope I'm not a piece of shit and end up not doing it.

4 weeks and I will be in Boston!

It is December 11th and I have yet to buy ONE Christmas present. Who is the worst human being in the world? ME!

Who will be Christmas shopping on December 24th? ME! KARMA.

It is supposed to snow in Redding next Tuesday. I am jealous. Jealous isn't the word. I am homesick. I have not been home in 5 months and it is going to be 75 degrees here this week. Give me rain and cold weather NOW!

I was not homesick until this weekend when the boy began to be stupid... again and then the homework started to pile up, finals started approaching quickly and now I just want it to all be over. I want cold weather, a Christmas tree, a fat cat named Bobo, a black dog named Katie, and my poohead son(cat) Frodo, and my mom's cooking...NOW.

Merry Christmas to me.

I just got back from the Death Cab for Cutie concert and it was AMAZING. AMAZING. AMAZING. Ben Gibbard is a fucking god. I was never attracted to the man before, but after seeing the way he moves and how amazing he is live and that he is actually tall, I don't know. I kind of want him.

Jenny Lewis (the lead singer of Rilo Kiley) opened for Death Cab. Eh. Her voice was incredible. I could listen to her sing all night, but other than that...Eh. I have never seen a band have so little crowd interaction in all the shows I've been to. It was shocking. I think she said "What's up?" and "Thank you." the entire time. Crazy.

I think Death Cab just passed Spoon and The Strokes as my favorite shows, but I'm not sure. Julian Casablancas will forever hold a place in my heart and Spoon is just too cool for words. But Death Cab. Death Cab how I love the stomping Ben Gibbard.