Oh Holy Night

I sure wish I could sleep.
I sure wish I could sleep regularly.
I sure wish I could sleep regularly, at night.

I liked growing up in Midlothian, and I was proud to be an MHS graduate/alumni, and I even enjoyed coming home last year, but I am not lying when I say I'm not exactly thrilled to be here. I love my family, I love my friends, but life here in the Midlo is boring, sluggish, blaaaah.
Now, on the upside, I have had plenty of time to lay around, sleep, watch TV and movies, and yesterday I did a photo shoot with KB. In addition to all this laziness, I've had a chance to "climb out of the trenches," to paraphrase a friend. It's been a nice opportunity to examine my life at UMHB from a distance and not have to worry about RAing or SGA or class, however I know that perspective can change when you're in the thick of things.
I'm really glad to not be at school right now and I'm glad to have some vacation time. I said I wanted to do some reading over the break, but I don't know if I'm going to get around to doing a whole lot of it.
I don't know how I feel about Christmas coming up so soon, I haven't done any of my Christmas shopping yet, but the photo shoot yesterday was for the cranmother. That's one thing down, and I plan on doing more today after or around whenever Erica and I hang out.

On a side note, before I leave, I have this awkward, nagging thought that tells me I may be making a mess of things. I just might be doing things...well, wrong.

Oh Come Let Us Adore Him

The first time I heard this story was a little over a year ago, and shortly thereafter I blogged it on Myspace. Uhh, I could urge you to think about it, but I'm pretty sure you'll get the picture.

I heard a story this morning about a lady who was feeling the stress of the holidays. She was feeling a lot of pressure between getting all the gifts for everyone, cleaning the house for the company, preparing food for the inlaws when they came over, and typical stress of life in general. She was out and about shopping one afternoon at the mall and was attempting to make her way downstairs. As the elevator filled with people, it was obvious that there would not be room for her inside with all her bags. Still, she insisted on cramming herself in the elevator, with her purse and bags and everything in tow. Finally inside, she grunted out of exasperation and said to the crowd, "Whoever came up with this Christmas thing should be found, strung up, and shot. "There was a silent pause throughout the elevator for a moment before a voice from the back said, "Well, we've already crucified Him."