Hi Journal, it's me Margaret.
I don't have anything cool to say, which is a great way to start out a new post, and will most likely keep the reader's attention.

Today when I arrived back home, I opened the door only to hear the "I want a hippopotamus for christmas song" to a volume that made my ears jiggle. I'll tell the truth, I thought it was scary. I come home to an empty/dark campus west, and hear a creepy child singing a creepy song in a dark house. Scary. I've been jumpy lately. I guess that's what driving through snow storms with thoughts of "ok I'm going to die, and will have to hitchhike and eat my own arm for survival" will do to you.

It's almost christmas, boys and girls. Can you believe it? I cannot. I feel like I forgot to shop for many many people. Maybe that is because I did. I don't know if you all have those type of people that are kind of part of your family, who buy you gifts, but only because they feel like they have to, and they know nothing about you, but then you feel like you have to get them something, so you get them a really chintzy gift, and they get you an even chintzier gift, and you feel like a Carol Cheapskate. Well, I decided this year that gift giving like that shouldn't be done. I don't expect anything from people I see once a year, and talk to not at all.

My perfume smells like an old dying woman, and it makes me puke in my mouth a little. Let's end it with that for now.