Wow. The first half of December has just been insanely busy. Unfortunately, it was one of those times when everything was piling up, and yet nothing of interest was happening.

Now that we’ve gotten through it, everyone in my grade is celebrating the passage into land of the “second semester seniors,” where senioritis reigns. Supposedly. I’ve never understood the hype over being a “second semester senior.” I’ll admit that the alliteration is very nice, but really, is there really going to be that big of a difference in work load? We still have AP tests in May.

I’ll celebrate when June comes. For now, I’ll just say… I love Christmas break.

In other news, it was my parents’ 20th anniversary yesterday! The sad thing is that my mom forgot about it. My dad was the one who remembered. :D

Last year, on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, my family and I were in a packing frenzy, making and checking off lists to make sure we wouldn’t forget anything on our trip to our annual church retreat. The year before, we were doing the same thing. In fact, I can’t remember a year when I haven’t spent Thanksgiving at my church’s retreat.

This year, my family’s staying home for Thanksgiving.

Even though Thursday is only about twenty minutes away, it’s still hard for me to grasp that I’m not going to retreat. I keep thinking that I’m going to wake up at eight in the morning tomorrow so I can help my mom with all the last-minute packing and get out of the door by nine. Then I have to remind myself that we haven’t even started packing at all because we’re not going.

I was really looking forward to retreat this year. But I’m going to make the best out of the situation. Tomorrow, my family’s going to go to my grandparents’ house and eat Thanksgiving dinner with them — which is something I’ve never ever done before. I hope I enjoy it.

Happy (early) Thanksgiving, everyone. :)

I just had a rather enjoyable talk on the phone with one of my friends. For most girls, this isn’t particularly noteworthy, but I thought it was pretty weird because I hate talking on the phone. I don’t know even know why I hate it; it’s not like I ever had a traumatic telephone-related incident when I was a kid. I just tend to freeze up whenever I’m holding a telephone in my hand.

A lot of my phone calls are punctuated by awkward silences, usually initiated by me. This causes whoever I’m talking to to think that I’m doing something else and not paying attention, but most of the time, I’m actually just sitting there, staring into space. I listen. I just don’t talk. It’s rather pathetic, if I do say so myself, but it seems I’ll always be that way.

Still, I feel kind of bad for being such a terrible phone conversationalist. I hardly ever call anyone “to chat,” so whenever I’m on the phone, it’s usually because someone called me. And I’m pretty sure no one wants to call someone just to spend every other minute in silence. :(

So… for all of you phone addicts, what exactly keeps you on the phone for so long?