In the coming month, I have very much to look forward to. By that, I mean I can look forward and see lots of things that are supposed to happen. There are, however, very few things that I really want to happen. I still have to do some Christmas shopping (I don’t think I have a single thing for either of my parents or my youngest sister. Nor have I finished with Valeri.), I have to sing Christmas Eve at my church (I say “my church” loosely. I don’t attend a church, and if I did, I wouldn’t attend this one. First of all it’s at home and I’m at school. Secondly, it’s boring as hell. But I have to sing in the Christmas choir because my father is the director, so his wife and three kids all are in it.), I have to drive up to Michigan and endure 6 hours of conversation with my extended family whom I barely even know while they stuff their faces and take all the mashed potatoes before I can get any, and worst of all I have to be until the end of the first week of January (or thereabouts) before I can see Valeri again.

There are a couple upsides. I know I’m getting some cool shit for Christmas. I get to go skiing on the 30th. But there again, it’s disappointing because the original plans for skiing included Valeri, so…