Xanga is different, and I guess I kinda like it.  Anyway, I am not in San Diego anymore, since last September actually, and am in Washington, now permanently living with Derek in his house. 

Much has happened, but I will save the telling for later.

Megan

Hm hm, I am in a writing mood right now.  I'll have to sit down and spew something out after this post.

Senior year, last semester.  Where do I go from here?  Sometimes I think about just wandering, but then I remember how lonely that can be.  I don't even know what I want, and I feel like I want to travel so much, but then there's the money issue (as in I owe over $14,000 to my parents and about the same amount to the bank for loans).  I feel like nothing is my own, and I think I am not the only one who feels that way. 

On another note, my thesis:  I am writing it on photography of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars.  Although I am pretty bad at keeping up with the papers, I feel like photography is something that really ties me to ideas and realities (in spite of the fact that they are products of one photographer's experience and not necessarily whole truths, but pieces of the truth are better than nothings, I suppose) emotionally. 

Aside from that, our house is a mess, per usual, and I kinda went on a cleaning spree this evening because I was sick of it. 

Hmkay, I'm done.

Today as I was shopping in the mall down here in Sandy, I went to look for a game store to find a specific gift for my Father. It turns out there isn't any such game store at that mall, which was useless also in finding the style and size of pj's OR boots that I wanted to get my Momma.  Anyway...

I was standing at the directory trying to find the game store that didn't exist when I hear a soft, "Mommy, that's pretty girl." But I didn't really register that that was what had been said until I hear the same voice, a little louder, say, "You are a pretty girl."  I look behind me and down and there is this little girl (about 7 or 8?) smiling up at me, and her mother (very beautiful herself) also looks at me and smiles.  I smiled really big (and probably blushed) and said, "Thank you." Then I walked away, and then I thought I should have told her she was pretty too, but I guess I was just so surprised by it.  Nonetheless, that little girl made my day.  I couldn't stop smiling for about an hour after that. 

So, I am home, and touching base with some old friends (especially good to hear Ben's voice because he hasn't answered a call of mine (don't know why???) for about a year, which makes me pretty sure that he didn't look at who was calling before he picked up, but oh well), and planning on snowboarding this week with Becca and Danny, in the new boarding pants I bought myself with my Grandma's Xmas $$.  Yeeeeeahhh!  Then off to Chicago to be with Erin for Xmas.  It will be good to see Racine and my old hometown again, too. 

I hope everyone has a good Christmas.  Stay safe!