and a, take your money

read it and weap children.
lots of Fraklins in my grasp.
..too bad it is all gone now.
living.
goodness.
But for a small moment, I felt rich.
insanely rich.
fand thought to myself, "self, move home. You could just have this money all the time."
...it was tempting for a moment..
but then I realized I would miss Logan way too much.
so I guess in a way, I pay for the friends that I have.
*awwww*
... anyways...

I've been thinking about more "not the one, move on" situations. A really good one actually.
Are you feeling it?

look at me I'm white and nerdy.

Ok, yes. It happened.
I will admit, I was a little skeptical at first. I mean "book hunting"? How much sincere entertainment could that supply a college student with?

Oh, don't be judging too quickly. I felt like Belle. It was magical. I never could have even dreamed of seeing so many books in one room. Books about EVERYTHING.
Pregnancy for dummies
microbiology
LDS books
tiny little old hymn books from what seriously seemed like the fall

I'm telling you, all my final stresses went away and I literally got lost.....
see for yourself.

Let it snow, please.

I love Christmas. the smell, sound. the company and treats.

In fact, I believe that's the only thing that pushes me through finals. Just knowing that in a few short weeks I can go home and be with my family and celebrate with them, continue traditions, and seek for those darn reindeer.

*flash back*

The anticipation of the morning always deprived me of my sleep. Just knowing what I would wake up to and in hopes of getting those things I wrote carefully on my letter to Santa. Santa had always been kind to me and somehow even knew extra things I had only secretly dreamed of. I knew this night was gonna be long if I didn't try to shut my eyes and go to sleep. After all, I didn't want Santa to know I was still awake.
To my dismay, there were still no signs of Santa visiting my house yet. As I hurried back into my bed from making attempt after attempt to see if the jolly man had made his debut, I heard something unusual. It was on the roof. Tapping. I peeked my head out of my covers, almost in disturbance of the quiet harmony of the rest of the house. As I peered through the window at the soft gentle snow fall, nothing unusual caught my eye.
Just as I was reaching for my covers, I heard the noise again. But this time accompanied with the distant sound of jingle bells.
Could this really be that I think??
I hurried into my covers and pulled them ravishingly over my head. Waiting and waiting until I could hear the sound no more. Suddenly it stopped. I meticulously crawled out of bed, opened the door, and tip-toed down the what seemed never ending hallway into the front room. The glow from the Christmas tree gleamed and reflected from the carefully wrapped presents now under the tree. I felt a smile grow larger and larger on my face as I sank into the couch. I knew, right then that Santa and his reindeer had just made their stop.

p.s. did you know Santa has a twitter?
p.p.s. I wish I could be as cool as Anna James. Fact.
p.p.p.s. What are you most excited for this Christmas?