23:1-4
Well, today was pretty nice. I slept until 1:09 in the afternoon, simply because there was nothing else for me to do and I like sleeping anyway. I watched Oprah at 3:00, and it made me cry because it was a follow-up to her South African special she did last year -- bittersweet, sad-happy stuff. My family and I had leftovers for dinner around 5:30, then after that we had Christmas.

Yes, we had Christmas on the 23rd.

The reason is that tomorrow we're getting in the car and driving eleven hours to Georgia in order to visit my dad's parents, and we're staying there until the 28th. It doesn't make much sense to cart gifts to and fro, so we had Christmas this evening. It's not the way I prefer to do it -- I like my Christmasses in the morning -- but oh well. I got an engraved silver jewelry box from my dad, the movie Todo sobre mi madre, the movie Til Human Voices Wake Us, the Broken Saints DVD set, a pair of fuzzy socks, a Target gift card, $100 from my parents, $50 from my mother's parents, $5 from my dad's parents (hey, their cards are better anyway, and they give us candy), a bunch of chocolate, and a 12 Yats of Christmas CD.

Yeah, we did the gift thing, and I truly like everything that I got, but.... The Christmas ambience was just not there, you know? I'm used to waking up unusually early to a breakfast of hot chocolate and beignets, used to having my mother blast Christmas music and me whining about it, used to dozing in front of the fire and gorging on candy, used to installing whatever new gadget without paying any heed to any instructions with which it came. I didn't get any hot chocolate or beignets this year, no Christmas music to whine about, no time for fire-dozing, no gadgetry to install, and to top it all off I felt guilty because of that Oprah episode about South Africa (even though I really shouldn't, because my dad does bust his ass off to earn what he earns). It was an abnormal Christmas for me, and I'm not sure it was in a good way.

22:1
I simply had to post about these.... Sage painting a wall with a random guitarist checking her out and Sage smiling and cute, with Xitlally next to her looking somewhat bored.

21:1-2
Kelly, Adam, and I have been having evil fun today. We mutilated a care bear just for Professor Pruitt -- Kelly cut off an ear; Adam slashed its tummy, cut off the hearts which were on its feet, cut off one of its legs, and gave it some tattoos and a five-o'clock shadow; I sewed the leg back on in a way that made it shorter than the other leg and patched up the feet so that the stuffing wasn't falling out. Sara swung by and added a giant unibrow and geisha/clown lips. Alex gave it another tattoo.

Then we took it to Pruitt. I think he wanted to kill us. >_>

19:1-4
I definitely went to bed at 9:00 this morning. >_>

I suppose it would make more sense if I actually described yesterday. I dillydallied for the most of it, but at around 5:15 PM, Adam came to get me because we had an evil plan for Kelly's Xmas present. We did a bunch of errands and then wound up at a sex shop and got Kelly a "lollicock". Then we came back to Rhodes just in time for our little Xmas party. Kelly's reaction to her gift was awesome! Bwahahahahaha!! I feel so delightfully evil.

Anyhoo, the party was fun and lasted until about 10:00 PM. Then I retired to my room, just reading fanfics for a while. Around midnight, Adam banged on my door and said that he, Austin, and Joe were going to watch anime upstairs in his [Adam's] room and demanded that I come join them. So I did. We watched three of Joe's Outlaw Star DVDs. I love that series. ^-^

Anyhoo, after watching just those three, we popped in the movie Saved. It was an awesome movie; everyone must see it. It's funny, but it has a good message too. The movie ended at 9:00 this morning, and that's when I dragged myself back to my room and went to bed. I woke up at 1:30 this afternoon and went to the Lair for lunch before it could close. And now I'm just reading fanfics. Weeee! XD

18:1-5
Tonight was awesome. XD First, at 9:30-ish or so, Kelly, Adam, Jimmy, Laura, Erin, and I made our way to McCoy Theater for the CUP show. CUP is the improv comedy group here at Rhodes. They're pretty good. Anyhoo, once we got there, we met up with Sarah S, Andrew, Dane, I think Ben too.... We crammed together on the tiny bleachers for the performance and laughed our asses off. XD

After that, we ("we" being myself, Kelly, Adam, Jimmy, Laura, and Erin, plus Joe who is one of Adam's hallmates) returned to Voorhies and took over the big first floor social room. We were all hungry, so Adam and Joe went out for a Wendy's and Taco Bell run. I got chicken nuggets with sweet and sour sauce and a frosty. ^-^

We all hunkered down on the couches in front of the TV and commenced watching Emperor's New Groove. I absolutely love that movie. It was great fun because the movie is actually Kelly, Adam, and Laura's Archaeology homework -- they have to write a paper on the things presented in the movie that have no archaeological basis. So we kept shouting out things about that while watching it.

After the movie ended, Kelly, Adam, Joe, and I migrated to the tiny second floor social room and just chitchatted about all sorts of stuff. I don't know Joe very well, but he seemed like a nice guy. Anyhoo, Kelly went to bed soon after, leaving just me and the boys. We mainly talked about anime, but sex made it into the conversation as well. ;þ Once we got too tired to go on, we went to our respective rooms. I took a shower and here I am, writing this entry.

All in all, a fun evening. ^-^

17:14-22
I couldn't resist adding the latest tidbit to what I posted last night:

Inuyasha turned to face Kagome’s father, only to find that the man was not there. He turned back to Kagome. “Kagome…why are you so big?”

When she whimpered and looked about ready to either cry or kill him—he wasn’t sure which—he changed his tactics, “Oi! I didn’t mean it like that! I meant…well, I’ve seen pregnant girls before, but never that pregnant! Is something wrong?”

“My father didn’t tell you?” Kagome frowned and rubbed her belly absentmindedly, all anger and upset suddenly forgotten.

“Nope,” Inuyasha answered as he approached her nest-like arrangement of pillows and blankets. He sat next to her, unconsciously sweeping his eyes over her and taking in the changes pregnancy had wrought on her: her abdomen obviously, her ankles, her br—

She smiled at him them; a nervous smile, but a smile nonetheless. “I’m carrying three for you, Inuyasha.”

His hands were suddenly all over her middle, not even trying to hide his concern anymore. “Fuck, Kagome! How the hell do three fit in there? I’ve never known anyone to have more than one!” He’d heard of twin births a few times, but he’d never seen anyone have twins. Honestly, he had always admitted to himself that he didn't know much about these things; and he was scared. “Are you okay? Is having three okay?”

“Well, Kaede said she’d never seen it happen before. But she’s heard of it, and said that it’s just rare,” Kagome responded, quelling his panicked touch by covering his hands with hers. “She also said it was a good omen.”

I can't decide yet if I like this portion or not. What thinkest thou?

17:1-13
I am so up past my self-appointed bedtime. Why do plotbunnies visit me on school nights? Sigh. It's random, but I feel like posting it. Oh, how I torture the characters of Inuyasha:

He really hadn’t a clue as to how to react.

Maybe if he’d met her more than twice, he’d feel more than just a twinge of nervous concern. The first time he had met her was for the introduction and for all the papers to be finalized. The second time, it had been for…the “ceremony,” if one could call it that. He had to admit he enjoyed that part, though; she had been so beautiful, so glorious, so…so perfect. He didn’t know anyone could be so utterly breathtaking until that moment. He most definitely would have enjoyed doing that with her much, much more, but their parents had kept them separated until today.

His third visit. The first in half a year.

His mother had told him that normally the third visit wasn’t supposed to be so soon, but that his young wife was very special for some reason—he didn’t know why, specifically—and that allowed for the early third visit. He was nervous because no one had told him yet whether the something special was good or bad, nervous for his sake as well as hers.

A voice, that of his wife’s father, interrupted his thoughts, “Inuyasha-sama, please come this way. I am so pleased you could arrive on such short notice.” The man seemed excited, yet an anxiousness pervaded his voice.

Inuyasha raised himself from his seat on the rather grandiose chair, standing short compared to the older man in front of him, and made to follow. “I wouldn’t have not come,” he responded, trying to keep the bite out of his tone. Did the man really think he would have chosen not to come just because it was early and on short notice? “Anyway,” he changed the subject as they walked down the lavishly decorated hallway, “What took—I mean, what kept you?”

The man quickened his pace, “I’m terribly sorry to have kept you waiting, but there was nothing to be done. My daughter is quite uncomfortable these days.”

Inuyasha looked to the floor, at a loss. Had he done something wrong during their second meeting? “Is she in pain?” he asked, trying to sound less worried than he actually was. His father had always told him that worry was useless.

The elder answered, without notice of Inuyasha’s anxiety, “Some days it is quite bad indeed. At first we thought something was gravely wrong, but then Kaede the midwife came and informed us of why my daughter was in such pain.”

Before Inuyasha could ask what he meant by that, they reached their destination. There she was, propped up amongst a sea of pillows and blankets, her belly large and distended. She greeted him with a soft, tired smile, breathing his name almost reverently, “Inuyasha….” She moved her blankets slightly, revealing to him just how large and distended her belly actually was.

His eyes widened in concern. “Kagome….”

Yeah, yeah, random....

15:1
I finally conquered the Sociology paper from hell. I don't even care anymore what grade I get. I'm just glad it's done. *long sigh* I'm so sick of school. I'm actually glad I'm going home for Thanksgiving....