it's good to be back.
i've been spending what time i should be studying (or blogging for that matter) over here, trying to do christmas shopping since i will be less than successful when i arrive home on christmas eve eve eve. {saturday's busy. sunday's no good. and so any last minute gifts will be left to christmas eve. but hey? what else do i have to do?} love the gift guides. especially one's from marta.
am excited to get away from school. but as terrible as it sounds, get away from social angst. i just get weird. blooming isn't so much fun i don't think. what do you say? most days i feel like i'm back at dixie middle school, just trying to fit in. just trying to not be so..awk awk awk.
so it would be an understatement to say i am counting the days. until i can be comfortable. and myself. and where i can laugh. and spend time. and do little else besides nothing. and be home.
wishes of joy to a dear friend who will be in montreal, canada for the next two. destiny in a mailbox.
formal enrichment meeting tonight. whew. forgot my camera {how could i? i seem to capture everything but what should be documented.} but what a relief to have it done. love to plan. hate to stress. everything went splendidly. we made darling tiles with vinyl letters for the holidays + more. also a quilt for a ward member. lovely + talented girls make an evening just sort of.. come together. thank you all.
finals finals finals. what a word. like i said...
good to be back.
1 comment:
O amy, I am counting too, to have your happy smart repartee and your wondering heart cruising around under my roof instead of just on the ether, My heart is spread all over the map, but the piece in your little downstairs dorm/apartment is clicking off the days until you're here wearing my slippers and pashminas. I know i'll have to share you with your othere family, but that's ok. I love them too!
mamma
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