No Christmas songs before Thanksgiving, Sam!
I lied to myself. I said "Sam, you're not going to listen to any Christmas music on your own accord until the day after Thanksgiving. It's only right." And what have I started doing? In between songs on the Classic Frank CD, I switch to 104.3 to see if a Christmas song I like is on. Sounds Of The Season has begun, you know.
I realized something the other night. It's time for This Day & Age. I mean, it's always time for This Day & Age, but for some reason, they appeal to me more in the winter months. They remind me so much of that night when they came and Adam and I resolved that we would work things out. It was so cold that night. Their lyrics depict perfectly eveything aspect of Adam's and my relationship. I could keep going, and I wanted to, but I just realized that nobody ever reads these Adam paragraphs except for him, and I can tell him all these things on the phone. Or when he gets home this week!
I just got this shirt:  and I seriously cannot stop wearing it. It's so warm and snuggly. These ones are backordered.  Not in the color of the main picture, but the ones on the side. Scheduled to be shipped on December sixth, one day after the would-be One Year. Very, very depressing. *sigh*
I'm being optimistic lately. It's kind of scaring me. Audrey even noticed that I was acting upbeat the other day. She's like "Are you and Adam back together? You're acting happy." I was like wow, it was that noticable that I was depressed?
Everyone [except one Deutschmeisterin] comes home in a matter of days. Reunion sexxxing!
At Copper Rock, a thirty-something man fell backwards and onto the ground out of his chair. Highlight of the day.
I helped set up for Christmas Stars at Xavier for service hours today, too. Mrs. Hierman (sp?) is amazing. She gave me a ride on the cart and gave me wassal. She became my mother for those two hours, encouraging me to finish (...start...) my college applications before Thanksgiving, having me make a drink and then try it, shoving crafty things into my arms to carry around and she pleased, only to leave me with a breastful of glitter and two armsful of faux branches. It was wonderous.
I. love. the. Christmas. season.
The Mountain Goats = new obsession. [Thanks Mark.]
I need a twelve step program for this Look & Feel addiction.
//.edit:\\ Would anybody be interested in running the Santa Scamper this year with me? It's on Tuesday... I'll be running no matter what, and in some sort of comical, it's-obviously-too-cold-out-to-be-wearing-this-outfit ensemble. Seriously, join me. It's fun. //:end.edit.\\
//.second.edit:\\ Another person won't be getting home in a matter of days, and that's Chase. I failed to mention him earlier because I'm a fucktard. I'm sorry, Chase. You know I [heart] you.
 
Also, PostSecret never fails to tug at my heartstrings.//:end.second.edit.\\
"And I'm holding on, yeah." -The Mountain Goats | 
