just two weeks until i'm on a plane to arizona to see jenny. i cant believe its so close. also, tomorrow we go home for winter break. not that excited but kinda. i cant wait to read books and play video games and drive to visit people. oh the mix cds i will make
also, all i listen to is the charlie brown christmas soundtrack

I have built myself a house made of teabags, notebooks, and feathers. A structure that collapses after the first hard snow, I will keep rebuilding it alone. I have extra thread and fairy dust up my sleeve and every bit of me can go to this house on the hill, where I will stay.

Lamps: I will have a whole room of them. Antique lamps with stained glass shades, lava lamps, battery operated table lamps, broken lamps, and chandeliers. Christmas lights, they will line the walls and follow the dip and curve of graphical equations that I have written to prove life on other planets exists. Stacks of composition notebooks filled with the documentation of equilateral love triangles: I will calculate and solve every great affair in history.

The neighbors don’t understand it: they will never bring me Jell-O molds or casseroles or pudding cakes, only half-worried looks and warnings to their children to stay away. One day I will build my house out of gingerbread and gumdrops, I will be the good witch, and I will not eat children.

I will not be lonely again.