Hey, Mickey, you're so... close

I've been looking forward to going to California since July. No kidding. I need to plan more trips and have more things to look forward to. This once-yearly vacation isn't going to cut it.

I get to go hug Mickey. :D You'd better believe I'm beside myself thrilled about it.

I haven't been on a trip-trip since my family went to Alaska and Canada after I graduated from College. That's about three years ago. That's sad.

For my next trip, I want to go to Europe. Yep. Europe. I have enough miles for a round-trip ticket.

I'm thinking too far ahead.

Brilliant news- I passed my class!

Now I have four stories to write in the next three hours and I haven't even done all of my interviews yet. Yipes! Only two more days. Two days, two days. I can do this.

I am now officially a grad student that didn't just start school :D

Now I just have to pass. ha.

maternity. but only the clothes.

I have two pages of my paper left. TWO. Bazinga. Due tomorrow. Time to bust it out.

Christmas season really is a crazy time. Roommates, young life, work, parties, birthdays, travels. As Dr. Sheldon Cooper says, "It's no wonder suicide rates skyrocket this time of year!"

Taking Jen to lunch. I just ate WAY too much Christmas candy that was delivered by our personnel department. I feel sick. Peanut brittle, truffles, mint melt-aways. Ugh.

I *think* I have all of my Christmas shopping done. I'm running over it in my head...

So the shirt I'm wearing fits very strangely. It's an extra-small and it's too big everywhere except the top button which is almost ripping open. I'm almost positive I accidentally bought a maternity shirt. DAMMIT.