Okay, so this is gonna be a long one. I have much to say, and no one to talk to. I have always been my best audience anyway. SO, read at your own risk. Written on Christmas Eve... obviously. "It's Christmas Eve. I am visiting my father's house for the first time. Ever. This day means alot for me. It's the first time at Papa's house, and hopefully the reconciliation of my paternal relationship. The year's winding down brings me closer to my first steps toward self-improvement. "Lose some weight," I pledge to myself. "Save money for a car. Figure out what college I want to attend. Get a boyfriend. Work harder. " New Year's Resolutions. These are the thoughts that plague my existence with each approaching year. No matter how close I come to each one, I remain unsatisfied. I could potentially reach perfection, and still I would not be happy. So we should ask ourselves - Are our New Year's resolutions really resolving anything? Or are they merely ideas of what we should be, but are not? I think they should be called New Year's Suggestions. Or guidelines. " --------------------------------------------- So, yes. It snowed for Christmas. Surprise Surprise. No, really. This was written 3 days before Christmas. With a certain someone in mind. Like i said, read at your own risk. "And one day, i'll have the courage to tell you all of these things, but for now we take the beaten path and slowly depart. With a heavy sigh, i let you leave again, but can not let you go completely. So one more goodnight is uttered and I hold my peace til our next encounter. I know you're listening. You may not understand, but I know you're listening. They say it may snow here for Christmas. Little do they know, the clouds simply mean rain. I am willing to accept the fact that nothing good is to happen here at the present time. A thought with which many others find it difficult to cope. So it looks like I'm living in a Green Christmas for the 15th year in a row. The first is always the greatest. And as we progress, we learn that nothing compares to how it made us feel. Though passing time causes our minds to grow weary, We remember. Never again will it be that sweet. Never again will winter be that cold. Never again will I have an angel sing to me. Though I wish he would. Our hearts travel as often and quickly as we do. Anywhere from New York to Arizona, or Massachusetts to New Orleans, variations occur. They can be like black and white, but at the same time, some things are simply incomprable." So, yeah. I feel like a fool. It snowed. Damn me for being so pessimistic. There was more. I described the weather, snowball fights, hot chocolate with my little brother, chestnuts roasting on an open fire, and that damn Jack Frost. The whole shtick. But that is a bit more personal, so I'd rather not share everything. And that's all i have to say about that.