Guess Who's Coming to Town? (Hint: It's Me!)

           Hello everybody! I am back, and in the Christmas spirit for sure! Christmas is all about giving. So far I have given everyone around me a headache. But that is not the point.


         The point is, I am a very happy reindeer today, because Marc comes home tomorrow night! Unfortunately, I don't know what to wear. I have spent hours (okay, minutes) fretting over the perfect outfit. It has to be something that looks somewhat wholesome and yet flattering and Christmas-y. Also, it can't look like I am trying too hard. And it can't look desperate. I was thinking about wearing my Christmas sweater, but my dearest materfamilias has forbidden me to leave the house with it on.


           Speaking of reindeer, hello to all my Swedish friends out there! Or, as they say in Swedenlanguage, bonjour!  The rumor on the street is that I have quite a large following in Sweden (maybe two people?). I hope my diary is cool and American enough for you hip European-types.


            Anyway, here is my life in sum over the past month. I have highlighted the main points in case you are too busy to read the whole thing. I also think that classic 'works of literature' should come with highlighted main points, but that is a whole different story altogether.

My Life, Up Until This Point

by Elaine

1. Lots and lots of college applications. It is quite a grueling process, and it has taken its toll on me. My skin is breaking out so bad that my mother has forced me to wear band-aids on my face. It's made me wonder, why do I even have to go to college in the first place? Why can't I just stay home and eat Spaghetti-Os out of the can for the rest of my life? That sounds fulfilling to me.


2. Thanksgiving. I like eating meat, but other than that, I'm not a big fan of Thanksgiving food... does that make me unAmerican? (Maybe you Swedes out there can relate to me better now).


3. Oh, yeah, I'm still working on my diary-type story! Hopefully I will finish it and then become famous. You all can say you knew me first when it is a best seller.


4. I want a pet for Christmas that is not a dog, but my mother says no (are we seeing a recurring theme here? Just kidding, I love you, Mami!). I don't like dogs because they are intelligent enough to actively dislike me. A smaller animal like a mouse doesn't have emotions, so I could pick it up and pet it whenever I wanted. I especially would like seamonkeys, since they come in a packet and you don't have to feed them.


             That's about it, I'm sorry I'm not more exciting. Once Marc comes home (tomorrow!), I will have loads of festive stories and wacky hijinks to write about. Until then, as they say in Sweden, jawohl!