Yeah, sorry about the subject. It's Christmas time again though you'd never know it at my house. Mom and I spent the evening pulling things down to put up the Christmas stuff tomorrow. Then she got a phone call from my grandma in Pennsylvania. Antana is still sick and being miserable to grandma, as usual. We're all still very distraught about her not coming out this winter. Grandma that is, not Antana. That old coot is not a likeable woman. More snow and storms in the boonies of Penn, more worry for us. But she wouldn't listen. Has to take care of her sister. We should have had our new house built and finished by now and none of this would have been a problem and just MAYBE my grandpa would still be alive. But no, God's too busy with other things to allow that to happen. No, that's wrong of me. I'm sure God is very busy. I understand that. I've stopped asking for help a long time ago so it's no biggie. Really. I'm not bitter, I promise. I'm just very...independent. Too independent some might say but oh well. It's a mellow night. Talking to Adam but neither one of us is saying much. I might have already given up on him. I don't know. I don't care. oooh I felt smart today. In my hellish history class I had my hand raised practically the entire hour. Surprised the hell out of Mrs. Cox. Now I just have to study for that test on Monday... Mom's dragging me shopping tomorrow at 6am. You can only imagine my excitement. -.- Band party tomorrow night. I don't even want to go. I think my mood just went from mellow to blah. I need a pick-me-up. Any suggestions? Carrie