It has reached that point in the school year where any homework that is given is mostly optional, in that I've learned my schedule and free points during the day so well that I know when I can do other assignments. Which translates to going out on school nights.

Tonight Carolyn and I went to the Summit. Mostly we spent time in Express and The Gap, feeling sweaters and trying on hats, then we went to Target and did some Christmas shopping. Our creative writing workshop is playing secret Santa and she found an awesome, huge present that was under the price limit ($10), but I can't tell you what it is. Because then, I'd have to kill you.

We traded CD collections. I was telling her tonight that I hanging out with her is sort of like this perpetual sleepover. We are always mellow and driving. Even our more action-packed nights are relatively laid back. And we do things like share our guilty pleasure music, which lately has included things like Rockapella, Punjabi Hit Squad, School House Rock, and Ben Kweller's cover of "Ice, Ice, Baby." A conversation about how we've tired of our own, static CD collections led to a trade, and now I have her whole CD collection to my name. Uncle Tupelo's playing right now.

A lot of nights I don't really have anything to say, I just feel like writing. I feel so unpoetic.

It weird that you can order this, but weird that there are pictures. What the crap, amazon? The reviews here are especially entertaining.