i’m old enough that i come home for christmas. weird. i’ve spent the last day pouring over my mumsie’s yearbook looking at 70’s fashion. i found out that what my mom wore as a senior in high school resembles my wardrobe all too closely. weird. i’ve watched Devil Wears Prada twice in the last week… Continue reading weird

there are five extra bodies (actually, six) sleeping here tonight. those from the yellow house down the street decided to stay here for a “sleepover” of sorts. it’s not the kind where you stay up all night giggling about cute sixteen-year-old boys and it’s definitely not the kind where everyone gets facials (although a certain… Continue reading

i know what i’m going to do with the rest of my life.  i know, it’s amazing — i’ve finally figured it out!  and i’m so excited. i’ll continue living the way i do now.  i’ll keep living off my parents saving account and purchasing things i can’t afford.  i won’t ever think of getting… Continue reading my dream

i’m here. i’m home. surrounded by the people dearest to me. and for the first time, i don’t really feel like writing. why would i when the people i write for are right here with me? i’ll just let you know that i love my home, i love our christmas decorations, i love my tree,… Continue reading

once again i bundled myself up, determined to finish my shopping.  have i told you how much i hate christmas shopping?  i thought i would love it, but after this past week i’ve decided that there is nothing more frustrating and stressful.  i can never find the right thing or it’s too expensive or it’s… Continue reading shop till you drop

bags are packed and some have left already. my first semester: over. today i had to pack my two suitcases, clear off my shelves, and sort through all my papers from these last three months.  i have two boxes in the basement here with huge scrawling handwritten letters that spell my name, “sinclair” on each. … Continue reading all over

most piled into two vans, but a few special ones (like myself) who get rather queasy when it comes to long rides, were put in one of the school vans.  at 8:00 in the morning and even before we were out of the driveway i found myself arguing for joni mitchell as another claimed that the “paved paradise”… Continue reading little things

i’m not sure how it happened, but as we sat around the table, i suddenly found myself the only one talking (that’s not really the surprise) as the rest sat quietly and i told them of my daddy’s two brothers.  i told of their likes — of arms being tickled and shoulders being rubbed and… Continue reading games

one more week to enjoy my time here until break. (aren’t you glad i put the “enjoy” in?  now you know that i’m not hating it.) and then i’m home…

Steve said we’ll have between 300-500 people here tomorrow night.  Thomas asked me to sing the solo during the choir song, Mary Did You Know?  i walked Valentina home and it was raining.  Andy said that we should have snow sometime this week, but the rest of us disagree.  Sara thinks i look and sound like Reba.  Alison… Continue reading i just feel like talking