Joyful all ye nations rise!

Aaaaaaaaaahhh, Christmas.... Right now I'm listening to 'Emanuel', and fondly remembering how I made Corey convulse with laughter so that he almost drove off Pleasents Valley Road when I told him I always picture Jaimey dancing to it.

But enough about Christmas, I promised Lizzy a detailed report on Thanksgiving. I was mostly dreading, but perversely hoping that Grandpa would get on a preterism/Moslim rant, but no such luck. It was pretty boring, but not in the 'you won't BELIEVE how boring it was, let me tell you!' kind of way. Nothing to report at all.

We got the greatest Christmas tree in the history of humanity this year. I'm not even kidding. 10 full feet of noble fir glory. I'm pretty sure that it is the Messiah of the Christmas trees, and it is dwelling in our humble home now, but will establish its Christmas tree kingdom on earth soon.

Anyways, this T-Day break was out of this world awesome for many reasons.
A. I got to wear my big fuzzy vest and ugg boots every day, and STILL froze.

B. I got to hang out with Corey and Travis a ton! We watched Elf on Friday, and I thought Travis was going into cardiac arrest from laughing at one point. Then on Saturday he taught me how to make apple chips in the oven!

C. I GOT TO PLAY MAJORAS MASK AGAIN!

D. I shunned homework and didn't even think about it!

E. But most of all, I read 4 Tony Hillerman books. I really cannot figure out what it is about those books, no matter how much I read them I don't understand why they intoxicate me the way they do. Why Hillerman's descriptions of Jim Chee making coffee in his trailer parked under the cottonwood tree, contemplating Navajo culture cause my heart to physically ache with love is beyond me. It was pretty big though, because I have been putting off reading the newer books the last few years, because I knew that Chee broke up with Janet Pete and had a new love interest who was a fellow cop named Bernie. That sounded too awful for words for me, so I just stuck to the older books. This weekend I read "Hunting Badger", and I actually liked her! I was picturing her being this disgusting manly cop lady, but shes not. And I actually think his books get better as he gets older, so I'm really happy.

I so did not want to go back to Biola, but when Lauren and Greg picked me up inside the airport like they were my parents and that made everything OK. We picked up Andrew and went to In-N-Out, and I felt like I hadn't seen them in years, which is probably more true because I had done nothing but my Torrey paper for who knows how long before Thanksgiving. I told them about my terrorless night terror, and decided that it is most likely the ghost of someone who died in the mass suicide. I think the ghost likes me though, so its OK.

I reeeeeeeeeeally, reeeeeeeeeeally, do not want to resume school tomorrow. I haven't done a single pull question since midrags, so I'm pretty much completely screwed. Oh well. All will be well, because the Ignatius boys will be performing "[Tender] Tennessee Christmas" in a couple of weeks.