It is lovely weather for a sleigh-ride together.

I have been dreaming a lot and thinking a lot and reading not enough.
I told the boy I was going to be a book whore this week and read a lot
a lot a lot and so far I have only read one book and it was
disturbingly short. Of course Ayn Rand has to make the only book of
hers I own the shortest piece of crap ever.

I was trapped at my parents house on Monday because the sky exploded
with twelve inches of snow and blockaded the driveway so me and my
little coche could not leave. It was okay, my sister's and I played
Life for like thirteen hours and we ordered Chinese food. My fortune
cookie told me that it was now the opportune time to travel. Well
thanks, why don't you include a plane ticket with the next cookie.
That might help.

Next weekend I am flying to my homeland of corn fields to visit my
grandma who has been dying for the last twenty years. You see, she is
cursed because for my whole life and probably longer she has said that
she is going to die tomorrow and God must think that is pretty funny
so he keeps her alive. At least that is how I have always thought of
it.

I have been having all sorts of strange dreams about stealing fast
cars and being skinny and marrying Tyson Beckford and shooting drug
dealers in the face. Pretty much awesome. I am thinking three of those
things might be attainable in real life.

I just remembered, I have four bottles of Chilean wine in my trunk. I
hope they don't freeze and explode...that would be bad.

I have a new favorite movie and it is called Empire and it is most
likely the inspiration for my dreams because there are a lot of drugs
and a lot of shooting.

Today I am wearing super unstylish office clothes from high school
that I found in my old closet since I haven't had a chance to go to my
house since Saturday. But it is okay since my hair and skin look
fabulous thanks to my mom's super expensive beauty products. Living at
home could have its advantages.