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christmas, are you coming?
I really enjoy the Christmas season. No, not because of the music. The mall has forever killed that. Maybe it's the spirit of it, or the feeling of building anticipation. Every year I stress about what presents to get everyone, but I really love wrapping up gifts and handing them out to people. I'm also very excited for finals and paper writing to be over for the semester.
I've started my philosophy paper but it's very slow going. I'm bored with it I suppose. Haven't started my final essay for senior sem at all. I want to go shopping and buy gifts, not sit hammering away at this silly keyboard about sports and competition. Jess and I have received a number of Christmas cards, and they're beginning to fill the coffee table.
Yesterday I went out briefly and bought food for tonight's Amnesty meeting. I'm not expecting a full house, which is beyond frustrating. I don't know what I'm doing wrong that I can't more interest out of people. I'm not a very good leader; my speciality is not rousing the troops. I'm better at supporting the leader.
Jenn got in to dental school at Temple, which is so exciting! I'm so proud of her. Last night she came over and we all congratulated her with a cookie cake that Krystle purchased. Someday she can clean my teeth. We all had a great time just sitting around and chatting. What a great group of girls.
I went to the gym last night. It's always an interesting experience as I sit on my bike or jog on the treadmill. I have this habit of people watching, and I really try to occupy my attention with other things so it doesn't look like I'm staring, but I can't help it. These tiny little girls come in and nearly pass out on various exercise machines and then daintily wipe the sweat from their fake tanned legs. They also wear quite a bit of makeup to work out, which boggles my mind. They probably don't see the irony in our society becoming so fat and lazy that we actually have to use machines to get the exercise we used to get outside for free, but I suppose I'm being judgmental. And maybe a part of me is jealous because I'm not tiny enough to wear shirts that bare some belly, but then I smile as I remember that the ghostly paleness of my skin will look much healthier in 30 years. I was and am not meant to be a size 2, and you know, that is really ok with me. I just want to be a healthy person so I can have a better quality life. And I must also admit that I would like to drop a few pounds, but find me a girl who doesn't.
Sherrie Dunlap gave me this note that someone dropped off at the newspaper office for me. It was from a seminary student who wanted to write me a note to tell me how much he liked my last article. Wow, that was so nice, it really surprised me. I didn't think too many people read those things. How kind.
I got a couple of Greta's pictures in the mail today. Oh wow, they are so cute! Tonight is my last senior sem class, and I have to say I'm sad. It was really a fun class, and I looked forward to it every week, even though Paradise Lost has officially been beaten to death. Sigh, yet another sign that college is really about to come to a final close. Until next time.
The adventure continues...