Sapphire and faded jeans

My hands smell like the nasty candle in our hall bathroom. Normally I would hate that but for some reason on this brisk evening it's not that bad.
Thanksgiving was very nice and very different but still very nice.
My family made 5 pies...there are 5 people in our family.
Mine was the worst. Winter's was the best. I didn't try any others.
I'm back in my room waiting for Nikkie to come back (1 hour left!)
There will be hugging and laughing and praising God that she is back on American soil.
Hope 202 is kinda messy at the moment with piles of clothes all over the place.
The pile I'm most proud of (because some people are proud of piles) is the one of clothes that need to go back to Cam. Because I don't wear the same things that I wore in high school but for some reason I found it necessary to bring them here anyway. I'm not really sure why.
I'm excited about next year and the thought of a kitchen and antiques and pasta.
I'm going to go try and take a philosophy class somewhere in Norcal over Christmas. God willing.

I crinkeled my nose when i started writing this...