christmas ruled but i still hate the lakers. pau gasol can go die. during every game of the finals last year ngoc would text me about how hot he is, and i would promptly go vomit. 

i'm going to andrea's tonight and i can't waittt, i haven't seen anybody in so long! i've been so bored without school, but if i have to make up a single solitary day at the end of the year, it will all end in fisticuffs. i'm going bowling tomorrow with rachael meg melissa and ngoc as a "let's get together over vacation!/we're all bored let's hang out/have fun in washington, grace" kinda deal, and it's an ideal opportunity to put all the skill i've garnered from playing iBowl to good use.

47 days til i go to london

You've got bedtime eyes

guess where i'm not

merry christmas!

it's a celebration, bitches.

just found

the most embarassing blog i had back in seventh grade. so so bad, i used too many ellipses and exclamation marks, and i was one of those annoying little fucks that replaced s's with z's. i really hope i won't look back on this thing five years from now and be as embarassed as i just was. seacrest out.

i'm hanging out with my grandfather right now. he just got out of the hospital and we're waiting for some people to come deliver a walker, which he won't admit he's ticked about. he's too proud, and so he pushes himself to be capable of nearly anything (gram said as soon as they got the power back after the ice storm, he was up on the roof, cleaning off the branches). he shuffled his way to the bathroom a few minutes ago. he keeps making random noises - taps on the bathroom sink, opening and closing a cabinet. i think he's doing it for my sake, to keep me from getting paranoid that something else has happened. he knows me too well.

i haven't heard any noises in awhile so i just went to check on him. clearly i wasn't gonna bust into the bathroom, so i yelled to him to make sure he was alright.

he immediately came out of the bathroom and asked where the cannolis were.

"whatttt?" i asked, "what are you talking about?"

"did you say something about cannolis, cas i want them." 

i told him no, i just wanted to make sure he was doing alright.

"yeah well, my life as a cannoli sucks now."

typical.

i

hate

snow yeah hi

it's snowing right now. dreadful. weather teams are predicting 8-10" (which is gonna be super fun to shovel out) and i'm home all alone. pat and my mum were at the hospital visiting bus while i snoozed uncomfortably on my couch. if they don't get here soon then i can guarantee i'll go lay in my mom's room, watch sportscenter, and imagine 10 or so different scenarios of some random nutter stumbling upon hapless little me that will end either with me suddenly becoming a combat pro and saving myself with a salt shaker, the remote and some twine, OR it'll be the donner party 2.

i promise i'm not nuts.

spring's not too far away (in theory). i'm ridiculously excited for it because then i'll be able to just go outside and not have to bundle up, successfully putting an end to cabin fever. i'll have to ask my human calendar melissa how long it is til the official start of spring.

ps 57 days til i go to london

just kidding.

ngoc strong-armed me into making this thing. she's terrible.

beyond that, though, this thing seems alright, hey-o.

christmas is in a weeeeeeek, hello. how did it happen that quickly? normally i hate the holidays, save for the superficial happiness i get when i get awesome presents, but i think this one's gonna be good. hard, but not miserable. who's with me!

peer pressure

testing, testing, 1-2-3.