Surprisingly, well, not surprisingly, I still don't have anything to write about.
We had a not-so-random movie night at Lyndsay's house. Interesting, very interesting, specifically the comment Heather made about muppets.
Well this is boring, and pathetic, and I need to sleep because I have a big day tomorrow.
Speaking of, Winter Break is all next week. In more simple terms: A Bob Barker, "The Price Is Right" Marathon all week, because it's the best thing since sliced bread.
And because Bob Barker goes tanning.
I had a dream a few nights ago about you-know-who, that I don't really want to get into, but it made me think. I've decided I can't hold something against this person forever, it just isn't reasonable.
I haven't seen Steve since sometime in November, I think it was (a very good friend of mine, for those of you who may not know, who lives over two-hundred miles away). Sad, I know. I miss him so much, it's completely nuts.
Tomorrow until Sunday, we get to hang out, and I couldn't be any happier.
But I do know I want to sleep, so sleep I shall. Goodnight all.