it is indeed snowing!!!

Dear Diary.
The world is upside down, turning around. Its craaaaazy. I look out the window and I see the world fading with the snowfall. Can't it stop? I mean, snow is cozy, but its so impractical. I can't wear the shoes that I like and I have to tuck myself in clothes like an eskimo. OK, that IS cozy too, but only for Christmas. I wish there would be tons of snow for Xmas and then none the rest of the year. Guess I'm in the wrong country for that, huh? I will never get what I want for that. But in less than 2 weeks I'll be flying outta here. Weeeeeeeee! And then to another cold place... Oh well, there will be less snow there than here, at least.

do i have to write something here yet again?

Dear Diary.
Seeing drunk celebrities is... well... actually hilarious. At least this one was. Can't stop giggling.
I really like it when things are sorting out for me. When I realize things. Its good.
I'm bored now.

processing through complaining

Dear Diary.
I've had a migraine for over 24 hours now. It has decreased over the many hours, but going to work today was still a pain. I only get migraines when I'm exceptionally stressed. I don't feel stressed, which is the scary thing. But I haven't had an attack this strong since IB2. That is a freakishly long time, come to think of it. I always try to think of other things, realixing, pleasant things, when I get the worst shooting pains. Although the vision blurring is worse. Enough of that.

hey... too little, too late

Dear Diary.
I can't even begin to tell you how much I'm looking forward to going to the US in December. Sometimes I think my mentality is quite American. Not in the "I love Bush and I've never been outside the US"-way, but a different way. It'll be so much fun, that's all I have to say.