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Shopping with mom= enjoyable. However, shopping with mom and grandma= find a nice couch in PB or bed in Bloomies to sleep on because you'll be there for awhile. Thank goodness I had a cool nine-year-old to hang out with all day.

Meghan and I spent last night playing Anna's new Hannah Montana board game. AMAZING (thank you Santa). Equipped with a Hannah Montana soundtrack, Meg and I had some fun dancing to her oh so fabulous songs. But then Anna got jealous of our fun and started throwing objects at us. Meghan and I just laughed. A lot.

So, in between work, burying my head in books, and the occasional shenanigans with friends, I'm living it up with the Russell clan...a crazy lovable bunch worth all my time.

Not Yet Home for Holiday.

After graduate school, I always thought I would want to venture to a city for a couple of years and live on my own. An independent woman living on her own in a cute dowtown apartment. I'd have a hot job and possibly, an even hotter, intelligent, book-editor boyfriend.

While aspects of this dream are still appealing, after spending two days by myself in the apartment, I'm not sure about the living alone thing. It's too boring and too lonely. I don't like having a lot of down time to myself; and I can honestly say after 48 hours, I miss having people around!

Clemson was eerie today. The whole town pretty much dies around the holidays. Yikes. Death.

Anyway, I've spent the afternoon after my exam doing a variety of not-so-exciting things. I've watch both versions of Miracle on 34th Street. Melted one of our cute plates in the microwave. Played guitar and stomped my feet loud enough to annoy Weasel downstairs. Danced around the apartment in my Iceland hat and spandex. Annddd searched for engagement rings? (certainly with no engagement in sight, unless the hot book-editor shows up at my door tonight.) These showed potential:

Well, this was merely an attempt to pass some time.

A Song.

bi de be bi di bi de be me ner mop a errr be de bop dur mer ner mer boo do bop skitty e skat skitty e skat skitty e a baop baop!

It's a good day!

Christmas in July (weather).

I watched White Christmas tonight in my apartment, in SC where it happened to be 80 degrees today (December 11). Clearly, no signs of snow. sigh. Word on the street was that girls were actually trying to tan on infamous Lever Beach today. I really have nothing to say to this (CBG if you were here I know you'd join me for a laugh at this one).
I then proceeded to watch four episodes of Scrubs with Joey...always a good stress reliever.
Now, I'm watching The Princess Diaries. Why? Lord only knows.

This is too much television. I would love nothing more than to travel back to the 40's where television was far from the height it is at in our modern world. I could read more, dance more, hop a train to Vermont and perform in a Christmas theatre/theater production! Um, but seriously? Time-travel me please!

Wow, Mia Thermopolis' pre-makeover eyebrows are really bothering me right now, but not enough to ruin my happy mood so it's cool.

Bing Crosby is my Homeboy.

Snow It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
Snow I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow
Snow I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
Snow Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow.
When the fam ventures to the city over Christmas and we skate in Central Park, I hope that we are surrounded by beautiful white stuff.

I can't wait for home. Morning coffee with the mom. Annoying the sisters. Chef Jeff's cooking. Historic Main Street homes lit up for holiday. Snowboarding with friends (pending on that damn snow). And I'm eager to see this Starbucks in Safeway!

Still, Clemson Christmas has been good. The apartment decorations make me happy, as do the lights around "downtown." This weekend I heard some great rock renditions of Christmas songs. Credit partially goes to a friend's band who played a holiday show at a ridicuously cute coffee shop/bar/concert venue in Greenville... clearly a hidden treasure that went undiscovered last year.

I'll soon be there with snow I'll wash my hair with snow And with a spade of snow I'll build a man that's made of snow I'd love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye Go to sleep And dream of snow...

Thoughts Persistant.

I need to finish my story for journalism. Tomorrow I have to interview the manager at the Blue Heron. Maybe he'll know a way of getting in contact with some one who remembers The Joint. Why did this place effing close down!? Has this town no appreciation for quality music. Oh right, it doesn't.

I've been thinking a lot recently about who I am as a person and whether or not I'm satisfied with who I seem to be becoming. I've changed a lot in a year as far as beliefs and values are concerned; and while a big part likes the change, the other half is reminded of the past and causing me to second-guess whether or not these changes are in actuality making me a better person.

I've also been thinking a lot about friends and how thankful I am to have the ones that I have. It's amazing to me that some of the people that mean the most to me in my life right now I've only known for a short while. And it's equally amazing and awesome that I'm still kicking it with some of the people I've known for years. I want nothing more than to see my friends happy, embracing life, flourishing in everything they are trying to do. Anddd I just hope I'm a good friend!

I love my mommy.

I'm not sure if I want the Starbucks job now that I've applied. I've always wanted to be a barista there, but they want me to work some crazy hours a week, forgetting I'm still a college student. Maybe I won't get hired? Is that super lazy and non-driven sounding of me? I hope not, because these things can't typically be found in my personality.

eh, this is scattered.

Le Fin.

Aujourd'hui, j'ai eu ma derniere classe francaise. J'ai pris le francais puisque j'etais 14 et bien que le langue peut etre amusant, il suce pour apprendre. Alors, dans les mots de Nada Surf: Oh eff it, j'aurai une fete! (Mon ipod joue les meilleures chansons aux bon temps).

Translation: Today, I had my last french class. I've taken French since I was 14; and even though the language can be fun, it sucks to learn. So, in the words of Nada Surf: Oh eff it, I'm gonna have a party! (My ipod plays the best songs at the right times).

As I headed to my car after class, I twirled through the Brooks Center walkway. It was a magical moment until two old people started walking my way and gave me wierd looks.

I think I need to go places.
I just can't get myself to go.

These Photographs.

I like Sufjan and I like Christmas, especially in Germany, even though I've never been to Germany, but it looks beautiful, just like this child who I hope is an accurate portrayal of my future daughter (Ireland!) who will grow up to be musically-inclined and have an appreciation for record players, beacuse they were, afterall, so much cooler than cds and ipods, though not as cool as the hills, which are alive with the sound of music, the music of Fraline Maria's voice, which is so great that when she sings, it travels over the hills of Austria into the Czech, specifically Prague, where I will be next fall enjoying life, with no time to write pointless, grammatically incorrect blog entries such as this one. And I hate widows so I will finish with this sentence.