call me a humbug if you will, but...

today i feel: sleepy
today i'm hearing: chelsea's christmas muzak
today i'm thinking: i thought it was chanukah...?

I got a new template. Why? I don't really know. Needed a change, I guess.

In about an hour, I will be giving a presentation on Helmuth Hübener. I have no idea what I'm going to say or if my keynote is going to work or if I'm even allowed to use it. I do not know. And I do not care. I just know that the sun's out and it's still cold and it was snowing earlier and this brings me a great deal of concern. Gross winter. Gross gross gross.

I'm really intelligent. Can you tell?

I started Chanukah last night. Lit the candles and said some prayers, completely disregarding residential hall fire code regulations. Whatever. I had it perfectly under control. I will fight for Chanukah if I have to. And I will probably win. Pull out religious intolerance and you can usually win. That's the beauty of affirmative action. G-d bless us. Every one.

The Christmas carol epidemic has finally taken over my room as well. I really don't think Christmas is a bad thing; I don't. I just...tend to have negative Christmas experiences. And hearing the same twelve songs constantly from August to MLK Day is really frustrating. For me, anyway. It's the same reason I don't listen to the radio, you know? I like hearing new stuff. Or at least stuff I picked out.

I'm coming home soon, though. I'll be allowed to hide in my house where no Christmas carols are sung except on Christmas and everyone's as embittered about life as I. Except the dog. But we don't talk about him. I found out that I get to come home on Thursday instead of Friday, which is pretty exciting in my book. I'll have the kitten in tow again and hopefully he won't cry the whole trip this time. We're going to let him run rampant in the car, which will probably help the situation. We'll see.

I don't really have anything new to write about. Just that it's cold and kind of snowy and I'm really tired and Chelsea's singing pop renditions of semi-ancient hymns and it's all very, very surreal. I just want a book and my bed and a big cup of tea. That's what Winter means to me.