A favorite freak occurrence.

Moments ago, 'Wish You Were Here' by Pink Floyd started playing. I do not know how I have this song in my iTunes, but I absolutely love it. When I was little and riding in the car with my mom, this song would come on 92.5 sometimes (as it is THE classic rock station) and she would sing it and even do the 'doo dudah doo's on occassion. My mother never does the 'doo dudah doo's. This is one of those memories that seems absolutely lovely and warming to remember (and that it is).

However, there is a catch-- as subordinate clause, if I may. And here is the dependent: I am not entirely certain if it is true. When I hear 'Wish You Were Here,' that is the memory I have instantaneously because there were those occassional songs that my mother would hum nonsense to and she does love Pink Floyd. Obviously, 'Wish You Were Here' fits the bill. This memory is being recovered from the car we had before the Quest, which would make me about four. Of course there is no way for me to know if this is the actual song. But that does not change how nice it makes me feel. It is forever fascinating to me how alive some things can make us feel when they themselves may cease to have ever existed.

If I sneeze one more time, I might have to cut my nose off. Which will be the saddest day of my life, as I have an undying affinity for both my nose and sneezing.

Happy Christmas!

It's the Christmas Fikus . . . plus my family.

LOL!!

What I did today was so cute that I had to PAINT a picture to display it since I have no connector cable. Ty and I took a picture with a nativity scene in Forney. He was the stand in Joseph and I guess you could say I was the dog. In reality, it looks like I was trying to eat Jesus and maybe I was. Maybe I was.

My head is fluttering with many thoughts.

1. I need to clean my room. It's disgraceful to walk into my residents's rooms and tell them to sweep and pick things up . . . all the while I am picturing my dirty room and laughing my head off (in shame, of course).

2. There is something fabulous about watching people you love becoming the people they are going to be . . . the people who are going to be a force of change and charisma in this ridiculous world we live in. It's especially amazing when they are realizing these things you've always known about them for the very first time.

3. I should have been studying for the last two hours and twenty minutes. Instead, I watched Little Women. Perhaps I should regret this decision; perhaps I will regret this decision. However, today it was the best possible way to spend the afternoon.

4. I will never be the girl who says she loves exams or finals because I-- quite frankly-- abhor them. Yet, I must give credit where credit is due . . . thank you essay exams for giving me ink stains all over my hand. I genuinely love it. If I could break pens open over my hands and not be considered a social outcast, I would.

5. I want to do something really ridiculous to my hair over Christmas Break. I've ruled out the fauxhawk and unnatural colors of any kind. Now the only question is . . . bald or extensions to my feet?

6. The Gunpowder Plot took place in 1605 and was an attempt by Guy Fawkes to create enough chaos to warrant the appointment of a Catholic as the King of England. While the incident never actually took place, it was a planned and intended. However, this incident provides an excellent example of building turmoil and revolution in Britain, which finally broke out in 16-- . . . this is the only information I have cemented in my brain for my exam.

Oh, geez.

Tonight I stayed up four hours later than I intended doing my bulletin boards . . . my bulletin boards that do not need to be finished until January 12. Why did I do something more than a month in advance? I did not even know the answer until twenty minutes ago. The answer is this . . .

So I could catch a boy in the girl's bathroom.

LOL.