Well hello there! Once again I am sitting here behind my desk writing to you about my lovely life. Once again, all of my brain cells are doing a dance to try to keep all of the information for my Literary Criticism test from oozing out my ear. Yes, that is right, it is finals week. It is the most wonderful time of the year for any college student. Christmas vacation is so close that you can actually taste it (Christmas cookies, anyone?) but there you are, stuck inside, trying to remember why you care about William Wordsworth in the first place when you really want to be frolicking about singing along to a Relient K Christmas with twinkle lights on your head. OK, perhaps that is only the type of thing that I would do, but I believe a desire to study is universally nonexistent on this campus.

    So, I strapped in and studied for a couple of hours today, and at one point I even had note cards balanced all over myself so that I could not reach for the computer without spilling them all over the floor. (That is actually the reason the note cards were balanced on me in the first place. If I could not reach the computer, then it could not distract me.) I believe that I have a good grasp of the concepts which will be found in my Literary Criticism and Old Testament Part II finals. I think so. I hope so, anyway.

    On the brighter side of things, my roommate and I hung up some more Christmas lights the other day, and now our door looks like a gingerbread house. I also have a fun advent calendar with chocolate inside, and on Sunday, I got some gnomes. You may claim that they were elves, but they certainly look like gnomes to me. That is my story, and since you can’t tell me that I am wrong, they are definitely gnomes.

    I was also presented with an early Christmas gift of a gigantic ice scraper complete with snow brush. Sara made fun of my dinky ice scraper just because it took us 20 minutes to get all of the snow and ice off of my car when it snowed last. I think the best part of the gift was the wrapping. It had a giant bow on it approximately the size of ½ of a basketball. It is rather large. It is also duct taped to my wall, where I look at it when I am supposed to be studying because it is large and shiny.

    Well it is now 1:26 in the morning, and I am off for a final at 9:00 in the morning, so I suppose that I should go to sleep. Or, perhaps study some more. Or, even better yet, I could work on the scarf that I am knitting. I wonder which one will win.