Update: Saturday 15 Dec

I wish I had an oven. Really, I do. I want homemade Christmas cookies. Or fudge. Or both. And other baked things. Like potatoes. And pasta things. And… Well you probably get the point.

Yesterday, Sara needed to use up her eggs before she left for Italy for Christmas next week, so she came into the kitchen just as I finished making my dinner and she started cooking. She made these little fried dough balls covered in sugar, she said it was a recipe from her grandmother. She asked if I had anything to put in the middle of them and I told her all I have is bananas so she mashed up one of my bananas and put it in the dough… Man, those things were delicious. They made my tummy feel awful for the rest of the night, so I probably will never eat them again, but they were still pretty good. There are some left over but like I said, I’m not touching them. It was probably the whole “deep-fried" part that was the tummy problem…

One more week of classes. And then Christmas break. I can’t wait. I’m tired. I don’t get enough sleep. I go to bed early and then lay in bed trying to sleep for hours. Before I left the US I got some Tylenol PM and only this week I’ve been taking those every night because I had this horrible cold and I’d wake up in the morning with a headache and feeling exhausted still, and it was impossible to get through the day... and those pills completely got rid of that problem. But there aren’t very many of them… So I can’t keep taking them every night.

I don’t really have much to say. I just haven’t posted in 10 days and it made me feel bad. I can’t wait for Christmas, but it doesn’t really feel like Christmas anyway because I’m not willing to go spend money on Christmas decorations, and I’ll be virtually alone during Christmas break except on Christmas day, and the 4 days that I go to the UK with Jenn. Tessa invited me to spend Christmas with her family, and for that I am very thankful.

That’s about it I guess. It’s snowed twice in the last couple weeks, really wet snow that didn’t stay. I want real snow. That super fluffy stuff. Maybe we’ll get some eventually… Oh well!