This week is the last week of school. And as much as I love my friends, the idea that all of them will be away for Christmas while I am stuck here alone, is strangely appealing. The whole "too much of a good thing can be bad" theory. It could actually be true.

But before I can get to that tempting, but oh-so far away dream, I have to get through the last week of school. Time really does travel slower when you're watching the clock. And I'm watching the clock every second of every minute. Meanwhile, it seems our teachers did not get the memo that should have been emailed to all schools across the world that stated that students had no desire to do any form of work in the last week. Which means tests for us....You can imagine my joyous expression.

Tomorrow is my friend's birthday, which is good. Got her a present and everything, I'm extraordinarly impressed by myself over that. Even more impressed that I remembered. I think that makes up for the fact that it won't be wrapped and doesn't have a card. I'm sure she'll be more than glad for my heartfelt hello of "Holy Crap, is that cake!...Happy birthday by the way!...Yay, its chocolate!"

I'm a good friend.

I'm looking forward to the Christmas holidays though. I really am. I love Christmas. Not even the presents or the 'family time' part of it. The fact that we're supposed to be thankful and loving around this time, but most people spend the last few days before Christmas running around fighting people for the last toy on the shelf. Or in my house, the last sugar cookie left. (Speaking of which, I REALLY should make more...)

My mom hates that in me. The fact that I can, and will, always think the best part of any holiday is the part most people would prefer not to think about or admit. How many people want to admit they can be absolute a-holes when Christmas shopping?

But then, I hate the fact the most people would prefer to ignore those facts. Really, how can we 'fix' anything if we aren't willing to admit there's a problem? ....At least thats my excuse for finding it amusing if my mom asks.

My mom always has some sad moments during Christmas time. She misses that whole 'white christmas' thing. Which if you bring up here, all of our local people (90% black, 8%white, 2%hispanic) will look around for the white people. Its amusing. Mom is American though, grew up in new York and loves the winter. Here, we're cold if it goes below 65. Thats like friggin' freezing!

Anyway, off to find warm socks and cook sugar cookies. Its is afterall like 64 degrees here...we're having a coldfront pass through...brrr...

Gabby