oh god. i can't wait for christmas. i just want to go home and lay in bed for hours at end and not worry about a thing. i want to stay in my warm house and wander around in my pajamas and robe and watch tv for like, forever. and the tree. ohhh, the tree. it's artificial, but it's twelve feet high. me and debra decorate the top of the tree by throwing ornaments up at it and hoping they'll stay. uuuuggghh...i'm getting all homesick and christmas-y now. i suppose it's not helping that i'm listening to bing crosby and dean martin singing about the winter wonderland. it's so weird. i never really got homesick last year. i was totally fine when i first moved to san diego. i was actually a little surprised that the transition from fremont to san diego was so smooth for me. the only times i ever got homesick was towards the breaks, like christmas and spring, which is totally understandable since i was mostly just really antsy for the breaks to begin. now, i'm a little ashamed to admit it, i am getting homesick. and i never felt *this* homesick last year. this is a new feeling for me. maybe i'm a little late; delayed homesickness. speaking of late, i still haven't gotten my period yet. anyway. i hate physics. i don't understand it. someone help me.