Again, another boring day. I helped my dad cook by slicing up meat but I don't think I helped that much since he kept panicking over the thought of me cutting off my finger. It's not my fault I have the cooking skills of a llama. After becoming frustrated with the exasperating endurance of pork meat, Xab came over.. again. I wish he'd hurry with his blog so everyone would know who I'm talking about. (His blog is suppose to be the opposite half of this site... opposite, meaning opposing, different and at war.. well not really.) I guess I shouldn't let him in my house until he finishes his blog. Really, all he does is eat our food. But he does help out a lot. My mom calls him the garbage disposal for dinner leftovers and my little bro calls him 'lackey', since he willingly runs errands for my parents. What a kiss arse. :) Joking.

I'm starting to dread the thought of going back to school. I have only two more weeks of vacation left and then back to the jail cell. I really am not looking forward to seeing my evil roommate again, but I doubt I'll be seeing much of her. I'll make the library my second home. Anyway, both of us are taking the maximum course load so we should be busy... that also means she'll be more evil than usual. But that's okay. I think I learned to stop taking her crap in silence.

Tomorrow, a bunch of people are coming over. I'm a bad hostess and my parents are both going to be at work. Hmm. Well, entertaining guests shouldn't be a problem. Me and my brother can usually find ways ( like sibling fights) to busy ourselves. And also, I'll be hearing that eternal question of "How's college?" and I have a lot to complain about. I'm puzzled by that question though. It seems like there's some hidden meaning behind it. Does it refer to grades? Or life? Or change? Everyone thought that college would change me. They all thought I would come home a drunk party animal but I'm still the same little girl with the twisted, sarcastic humor. My grades aren't a problem. (I made the dean's list *grin*) But I've never hated my life so much.

Another boring vacation day. I've been having stomach aches all day. It's nothing surprising really. My stomach is constantly in pain. Pepto Bismol is like aqua vitae and the bathroom is my throne room. I feel fine right now but I'm pretty I'll have a lot more excruciating stomach pains to haunt me in the distant future. I should see the doctor about it. Hmm..

In other news, I might be homeless next school year. I haven't found any roommates to live with since my university is too moronic to provide enough housing for post-freshman students. I'm pretty sure I won't be homeless. There's bound to be a vacant apartment bedroom somewhere in the decent vicinity of the campus. If not, I can live in my nonexistant car. I'm a little worried. I have two more shots at finding some roommates and I'm pretty sure those will fail but until it's confirmed I'll try not to freak out until then. Maybe I should have joined a sorority.... Nah. Why should I pay to be surrounded by a conformist clique. I could do that for free if I wanted to. Anyway, real friends are cheaper. Hehe.

The Christmas party was pretty dull. A little strange, because the friend who planned it (and who was also responsible for bringing the food) was two hours late. We had a good time hanging out then we split up for the afternoon. At night we went to a friend's house to help her pack since she is going to be flying to Yokosuka tomorrow morning. She basically just sat there while we packed her luggage full of candy. I told her to pack the "bare necessities" and she said that she needed the three boxes of lollipops, four bags of jelly beans and countless other pounds of solidified sugar. I don't even think she packed her undergarments yet. I doubt she even has room for it. Oh well. She's hilarious.

I guess I underestimated my friends thinking that they wouldn't make me smile again. I feel better that they're still there for me but even more depressed thinking about going back to school. I really hate that place. I'm going to try to make that place better for me but I seriously doubt I can do much. I feel that I'm too different from everyone. Actually, I mostly feel like people there are only listening to you to know when you stopped talking so that they can start blabbering on about themselves. They're so interesting, too and excuse my bitter headache.

I love my mom. I even love the way she Christmas-shops. I found out today that she didn't do any Christmas shopping so she dragged me out to the mall at ten o'clock... way too early... even if it's not a school day. Anyway, it's pretty funny how she got a lot of her shopping done in one day, in one store. She says she works better under pressure... which is why I always see her rushing out the door when she's about to be fifteen minutes late for work. Anyway, We practically spent the whole day at Mervyn's. After we got home she realized she bought some clothing some sizes too small so we went back in the afternoon. What a drag. I'm wiped out. I spent most of the night wrapping presents but I got bored so here I am.

I'll be 'hosting' a Christmas party for my friends at my house tomorrow. To tell the truth, I'm not that excited about it. I really just want to get it over with. These are my real friends, my true friends and you'd think after lack of meaningful social contact for about three months at school, I'd be overjoyed to spend some time with them. But I'm not really thrilled about seeing them. I guess I'm still bitter about my failing social life in college and since I have no school friends to be bitter towards to I'm taking it out on my real friends. Maybe I'm jealous that they have each other and I'm literally a hundred miles away with no one.

Today was a pretty slow day. I watched The Mummy Returns with Xab and my brother. My bro and I are pretty big Mummy fans but Xab hasn't seen the sequel yet. Anyway, I like the Mummy series because it's an action movie that's not ridiculously overdone. I'm not a huge action movie fan (I usually find them plotless, corny and boring) but I like the Mummy series for its witty, comical characters.

Tonight, my neighbors called saying that I said I would babysit tomorrow. It turns out I made a commitment last week to babysit her kid. A few moments before that my mom wanted me to go shopping with her tomorrow morning. Now I feel bad because I've been home a week and I haven't had a chance to spend time with her and now that she has a day-off, the neighbor's dragging me off to watch her kids. It's really annoying. Sometimes I think that they think I came home to babysit.. or that I have no life of my own.. or no mind. Hmmph.

First entry to the Calliope Project. Wee. Anyway, I've been out of college (on winter break) for about a week now. No finals, no yucky dorm food, no stupid roommate for about a month. Instead, I'm back to not a complete hell but a semi-hell back at home. I guess it's that whole re-adjustment period: my parents think I'm familiar with household routines while I've completely forgotton them. That, and some other clashes.

Anyway, my vacations going pretty slow and dull (the way I like it). No drama. No car either. Oh well. I can just relax and read up for next quarter, catch up with friends.