when in the chronicle of wasted time

I haven't updated in awhile. Sorry.

I miss the rear. I miss Maryam. I miss Adrienne too. I haven't spoken to either of them that much this break. When we are in the rear we are likethis but when we are not in the rear we are like this.

I went to a Christmas celebration last night, and someone commented that my room in the rear is "really cold." I don't make this stuff up; some people have serious grievances about the rear.

My Christmas was fairly good. Good people, good food, good gifts. I ate too much of the potatoes. Oh boy.

I don't even know what the other rear girls did for Christmas. This is ridiculous. Or, as we like to say in the rear: "redic."

School starts in a week. I'm torn because I miss the rear, but I am having a great time at home too.

Totally torn.

Since I have no current conversation to tell you all about between me and Maryam, I will use my memory and recount an event that happened a few weeks ago.

"Do you want a smoothie?"
"Um, no thanks Maryam."
"Why don't you like smoothies?"
"I don't dislike them, I'm just not crazy about them like you are."
"But you've never had one that I've made, you might really like it."
"I might."
"So have one. Please, let me make you a smoothie."
"Fine, make me a smoothie."

(One hour later)

"Are you going to make the smoothie?"
"Don't rush me!"

(Half an hour later)

"Here's your smoothie. We had no fruit."
"What's in it then?"
"You are so picky. Drink the smoothie. You begged me to make it for you, and now you won't even TRY it."

(Takes a sip)

"It tastes like plain yogurt."
"Are you trying to say that you hate yogurt now?? I can't keep up with you Lindsay! Fine, don't drink the smoothie!" (Knocks glass out of my hand)


I can't make this stuff up.

And for the record, I do like yogurt.

Happy Boxing Day!