Christmas is in the air and in my spleen.

"In short, if I want to eat the chocolate, I must keep writing. What an awful, awful choice! On the one side:I renounce the chocolate, stay healthy and trim, and put an end to this reckless tale-telling. On the other side: I climb the ladder, feast on chocolate, and then, full of sugar and guilt, I continue my story, knowing I'm possibly sentencing you to a fate worse than death. Actually, put like that, the choice is pretty easy. I'll be right back."

Yesterday was awesomeness. Justin came to get me at 8. We went to breakfast and then to my house for dessert. Got up to play Wii at 2:00. Dad unexpectedly came home at about 2:20. So whew to that one. Ceridwen came home at 3. Justin left at 3:30. Me and Dad went to give blood at 3:35. Got home at 4:30. Lounged on the couch for the rest of the day. Ate dinner at like, 9. went to bed at 10.

Today is not so awesome. Found my bag of stuff for my t-shirt (which is good) but Vitti told me I couldn't use my own glue to glue stuff on. What the hell was that?!?! Wanted to wear Jacquie's hat for christmas at school but omg she took it home last night. Wanted to wear Santa Head-Bobble-Headband-Thing instead of hat but omg Eirlys left it at school. Opted out of the "Christmas Variety Show" so I am stuck here with nothing to do for 2 hours. Justin e-mailed me so I thought he was home and could come and get me. Called his cell and he's in Orangeville with his mum.

On the bright side, I painted my nails this morning during first.

My mouth is super-uber dry. Woke up and it was like that. I take a drink and a minute later I'm dying. Maybe it's because of my blood?? Or lack of it?? Could that happen??

I want M&Ms. I'll have to wait until Dovigo gets back otherwise he'll lock the door behind him. But he's going to be away for the whole show, I think. Crap.

Got invited to Justin's family dinner on the 27th. So that's pretty good.

Hopefully he'll be able to come over tonight.

Don't really want school tomorrow but I might as well.

Wrote my carrot article for the Howler. I was doing so well with the word count. Until the last paragraph, that is. Went almost 200 over by accident. Had to cut out some golden bits but whatever. I'm pissed enough at Kyle as it is.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.