So, when I got home for Christmas about a month ago (seriously, it was like December 9th...) I got a new haircut. She gave me Aeon Flux hair which is far superior to the "avant garde" disaster I recieved this summer. Unfortunately, I don't have a hair tool that plugs into a molten volcano so I can't really replicate this look but it's curl-friendly as well. This is our Florida backyard. Jungletastic, isn't it?

Christmas was peaceful, it's strange being back here after establishing a life in Soda City. But I've had some good adventures and saw my friends (the 2, well now 3 that still live here). I even went ice skating! Check out how lame I am: Stef, who I was skating with, said that she saw someone break their arm last year and I freaked out about my grad student insurance and the possiblity of bone fractures and got the hell off the rink. Where's my sense of adventure? But seriously- you should have seen the way some of those kids just caromed off the wall and into people causing these massive domino pile-ups...

I have also recently re-acquainted myself with a crochet hook. Long time, no see. Surprise, surprise-- there were 2 large bags of high end yarn waiting for me to dig in that I forgot to bring with me when I moved. Talk about motivation, I had totally forgotten about a crazy stash of cashmere. Guess who's getting handmade presents next year? EVERYONE!

Been reading a lot of books, seeing a lot of movies, honing my pool skills and eating. A lot. I am ready to get back to the gym and into my flow of classes and sort of the prison. It's been a good holiday, very good. My parents continue to blow my mind with their generosity and how we always manage to have a hilarious time together. Even when we take the long way places.

I head back tomorrow to ring in the New Year, Soda City style. I have no idea what that could entail...