That's how you know your mother loves you . . .

For those of you who aren't Dutch or Catholic today is Sinter Klaas's birthday. My mother sent me a load of dutch goodies, including Papernoten, Drop Toppers, Droste Chocolate Letters, Mokka Sticks, and Toverstaafjes (I would've killed myself if she'd sent me hexagel, because then I would've had to eat it). So if you are within five miles of me come around and I'll give you some.

Freshman Screw was on Saturday at it was lamer than I had expected it to be, which is pretty pathetic because I had pretty low expectations. I wound up in a state of intense depression, although I'm told I looked very nice. Edward spent the night to keep me company because I was that wrecked, we ate junk and watched Queer as Folk. Always a good plan.

Love for Edward.

to whom it may concern . . .I can't believe I'll only have celebrated 18 Sinter Klaases, feels like so much more.