Five, four, three, two, seven.

2003-12-31 Rather than complain about a lack of plans for New Year's, as most people are going to do around this time, I just want to ask the question: Where did the kissing at midnight tradition come from and why did it start? If you have answers, leave me a note.

Moving on, I've realized as of late that it's not until the end of your first semester of your second year away (first semester of your sophomore year) that you find out more about who your best friends from high school are. Because when you're a freshman, everyone's real excited to see each other after their first four months away from home and each other. But then comes another semester, then summer, and then another semester away, and when you come back for that second Christmas break, you realize there are some people who you don't really care about seeing because you've finally accepted the inevitable (ineviatable?) fact that you're going to grow apart because of distance. (I'm going to ignore how that isn't a real sentence, and you should do the same.) This might sound like a depressed thought, but I'm glad in the realization that there are a few people whose friendship I'll never lose to the inevitability of moving on, until it's brutally forced upon me by something major like marriage or amnesia.