wait, what was that? . . .

my attention span should go into a world records book for being the shortest EVER. i can't focus for my life. and i hardly have any good reason for it. yes, i do have a distraction ... but i had no idea i would be this sidetracked by it. i guess it's nice though . . .

i miss mr. martin's english class. just little details. resting my elbow on monty's knee while we read, crazy jams from the music wing, northern exposure, that classroom, our circle, our list of yellow things, lemons ... i can't wait to be back in there. and yet, i've fallen in love with my current class. what is it about english classes that you bond so much? maybe because it's constant discussion, constant revelations - always a bit of soul searching and self discovery through these characters. i'll miss that sort of intimacy next year.

i'm trying to get into the xmas spirit again. i'm almost there, i think . . .

these papers don't seem to want to be written . . .

blech . . .