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Sunday, December 05, 2004

We hung the Christmas lights in the windows today.

I should be very concerned with tech week and college essays and the homework I'm not going to do but mom put up the Christmas decorations and the house smells like cinnamon.

I'll be having a Very Preston Christmas Eve party for all of those who are interested. I'll have more specific details later. But if the prospect of good friends and christmas DVDs doesn't tickle your fancy, there will be hot cider as well.





When is your prom going to be?
In May.
Well, I'll be here. If you don't mind going with me.
never. so long as you don't mind going with me.
never.


He's "problably not" joining the navy. which means he definetely is not going, in Miles-speak. and that's one of the best things I've heard for a long, long time.



"for now let me say
without hope or agenda
just because its christmas
(and at Christmas, you tell the truth)
to me you are perfect
and my wasted heart will love you
forever.
Merry Christmas"




ash @ 8:43 PM