I awoke this morning to drool on my pillow and the heat being on a little too high, and with an unrestrained flourish I kicked the sheets away and pressed my palm to the cool window pane rather like Rose in 'Titanic'. I toddled into the bathroom and glanced, with dumb horror, at my reflection before splashing myself uncerimoniously with icy water and lurching downstairs to grab a bit of a bagel and a cup of the good old O.J. and contemplate my predicament of the day after reading a tad of Wodehouse.

My chin in my hand, I put the petal to the graymatter and attempted to get the creative juices flowing, though it was the ghastly hour of 9:00 a.m. and I previously had doubts that I could even be up and about before then, let alone thinking.

You see, I have only four Christmas presents and it is now December 22, while my sister is wallowing in the stuff. This strikes a bit of a nerve, and so my mother endowed me with a couple of wads and instructed me to go on out and get some of my own things. And therein, as Shakespeare is so fond of saying, lies the problem.

I have no mode of transportation, my friends have no mode of transportation, and unless the old mother thinks it'll be useful for me to eat the green stuff rather than spend it (which I heartily do not think) I am in a bit of a hole. Of course, one could always take the Metro, but I am wary of the possible pedophiles and stray mental pacients that could be riding round at 1:00 on a Monday afternoon.

So I sprawled out on the sofa, kicking up my feet with a hint of a sigh, and thought it over once again. The thing to do, I realized with a moan, would be to ring up the bosom buddies and ask their opinion and drag them along. But alas, it was not yet the tender hour of 11:00, and so I staggered to the kitchen, got a splash more of O.J., and waited.

Well, I am quite much happier now, I suppose, though the holidays have lost some of their glitter and joy they have previously held.

I know not why, exactly, they just...have.

But enough of that.

In the past two weeks I've lost the seven or so pounds I gained from being all stressed and such, and look much better, so that is good.

Our english teacher came back, who, though scary, is none the less brilliant.

I've gone to holiday parties, bought Christmas presents, and altogether did things that I should be enjoying.

I know that if I let myself get off in a depressive vein I will be like that the entire day, moaning over myself and pining for another life. Instead, I will now list the things I should be thankful (AM thankful) for :

Ahem.

1. I have wonderful friends that, though they are rather trying sometimes and can be annoying and rediculous, love me and whom I love. And that is very important.

2. I have a great family that, though sometimes so frusterating I want to tear off my head and eat it, I know love me, and I likewise.

3. I am rather smart, like it or not, and funny a lot of the time.

4. I am relatively laid back and easygoing.

5. I like musicals, and that's just an independant plus on its own.

6. As for liking Lord of the Rings, as well.

7. I'm not all that bad looking, after all.

8. I am understanding and give good advice.

9. I am loyal and pretty tough, which is good.

10. But at the same time girly nad soft and have a blosomming love of Shakespeare.

Haha!

ah, I'm kind of depressed. I'm lonely this holiday season, and I'm feeling kind of frumpy and ugly because I've gained weight from being stressed over school. I hope my happy happy comes back to me soon.