I'm afraid that I don't take much solace in the fact that the implosion trigger functioned perfectly

The holidays have finally come and gone, I'm better for it. Christmas time seems to breed this infectious optimism and insistence on family "togetherness" that I would rather just avoid, thankyouverymuch. Fortunately, my mother recognizes my desire to be left to my own devices, and does so with a moderate degree of success. Besides, my mom and sister are far to absorbed by their new little puppy, a hyperactive breed called Blue Healers. His name is Ike.

New Year's was a lot of fun for me, though. I went to see a friend who is a Lewis & Clark alumni who lives near campus and some of my college friends who are living around town had a little (non-alcoholic) party. We played Mario Kart- where I owned everyone, as usual- and some Mario Tennis where I most certainly DO NOT own. Besides that, I stayed up until about four in the morning gossiping with a bunch of girls Brie brought over and managed to lose really badly at the Great Dalmuti. I hope everyone else had fun, or at least, decent New Year's parties (especially poor Andy who got screwed with working the whole night).

Now most of the people I know around here are gearing up to jump back into school while I get to linger on in this limbo-like state of over two more weeks of break. If anyone ever wonders what I'm up to, I can assure you that it involves nothing interesting.