Wintertime In My Home Town...

As the snow falls and the year comes to an end, I find myself in a city full of people I no longer recognize. After high school everyone went their separate ways and ended up in different schools in different cities studying different programs. Most of them I never want to talk to again. So I don't.

But now that everyone is home for the holidays, I am constantly running into or passing by those people that I have tried so very hard to avoid. I've never been one for small talk so I'm consistently faced with uncomfortable situations full of awkward pauses and discussions about how I am liking school and whether or not I had a good Christmas.
This mind-numbing chitchat forces me to barricade myself in my home. So I have been spending my time sketching, reading and playing Scrabble with my mother. Which, in itself, is a lot more fun than it might sound.

So now, as I take down the Christmas decorations and prepare to welcome a brand new year, I can't help but begin to want for residence.

Now don't get me wrong, I am fully enjoying the whole no residence food, no RA, no throng of screaming, ditzy 17 year-olds, no death smell in the hallway, no jail-sized dorm room, no dirty bathroom stalls way of life I have going on here...

It's just that I miss my friends. I miss being able to leave my room and talk to anyone I choose face-to-face. I miss having a scheduled day. I miss having to be at a specific place at a specific time. I miss being able to arrange my time to be spent with people I find to be of consequence. Those people who don't have to try for the meaningless chitchat, but rather are able to have cohesive conversations. Those who know something about me, share an inside joke with me or at least have some knowledge or valuable opinion on a topic that I am interested in.

I just keep reminding myself: 5 more days. I can make it for 5 more days. And in 6 or 7 days I know that I will be wishing I were back at home.

10 Places I Want To Travel To...

1. Greece
2. Australia
3. France
4. Ireland
5. Italy (I've been before, but want to go back!)
6. Venezuela
7. Morocco
8. Hawaii
9. Alaska

10 Favourite Childhood Books...

1. The Monster at the End of This Book by Jon Stone
2. Heckedy Peg by Audrey Wood
3. The Cricket in Times Square by George Selden
4. Half Magic by Edward Eager
5. Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmans
6. Frog and Toad (series) by Arnold Lobel
7. Silver Blades (series) by Melissa Lowell
8. The Secret Language by Ursula Nordstrom
9. The Amazine Bone by William Steig
10. Ramona Quimby, Age 8 by Beverly Cleary

Oh, It's On...

As a self-proclaimed Bookworm, I have a lot to live up to. Everyone around me knows that I eat, sleep, dream, and breathe books.

So why is it that when I look through my friends' lists of books, there are so many I have never read and even more that I've never heard of? And how come some of my friends who aren't really even into reading have lists almost as long as my own?

This is upsetting. I've really been slacking in my mass book consumptions. Stupid school getting in the way of my precious reading time! I wish I didn't have to spent hours upon hours in front of a computer doing homework when I could have my nose in a book!

I suppose that is what Christmas break is for. I've got a stack of 6 books lined up so far... which should last me the first week and a bit.

I would really like to get into the classics as well as take on one author and see if I can complete their entire collection. (Not all during the Christmas break, mind you)

And during all of this reading, I am also planning to continue work on my book... so that I can start to compile my own collection.

Sounds crazy right? Dare to dream, my friend.