1pm - Lunch with lara
1:30-2:00pm - Go through freshman dorms to find low rates on meal card money. (I can buy meal card money for about 40 or 50 cents on the dollar hehe), I guess that I've had too many cappachino's this semester.
2:00pm - Go back to dorm, find rlc? Work on homework
5:30 pm - dinner @ berg with apo
6:30 pm - physics lab yuk

I had met with a few friends for dinner tonight and we had a pretty long but interesting conversation for about an hour or so, and we mostly talked about Christmas. It seemed like everyone had done their Christmas shopping already except me. Why didn't I? I had a whole week of free time to do the shopping except that I had no money to go shopping with and also needed to pay off credit card and phone bills and pay for a trip that I am taking after Christmas. So in short I was short of cash. I had worked about 17 hours over break on webpages for the graduate school. I'm only considered a student aid, which means I don't get paid much for the skilled jobs that I do. Well, there are advantages and disadvantages of it. Anyways, I'm stuck here at school and I would really appreciate if i could get a ride somehow to the mall on my day off to finish my christmas shopping. That sucks

Anyways, all this Christmas talk brought up a horrible Christmas memory implanted deep within my brain. It's weird that you can remember a whole night in your life that happened when you were less than 10 years old, I was probably more like 8 or 9? I don't know, anyways it was like over 10 years ago and I remember the night I visited my Dad's Aunt Wilma for Christmas dinner.

First of all, I remember entering her house and noticing her wonderful christmas tree with a whole bunch of presents, then I looked under the tree and saw the names of all my cousins and family names under it but nothing for me. That didn't affect me too much, but what affected me badly was when a close cousin of mine opened her present and she got a princess barbie doll! Oh how I wanted to open that box and play with her hair and her clothes! My other but not so close cousin had gotten the same thing. I was mad, I didn't get anything, somehow that really damaged me, her I am a poor child and my rich cousins get all the presents and I get nothing. I felt like shirley temple in one of her movies where she is at girls school working like cinderella and in rags. I am surprised that I didn't cry, but now I am, it's so sad.

I can remember what else went on that day. My cousins and I played doctor and patient in one of the bedrooms and then we played hide and go seek with their brothers, that was fun and ok, but then we decided to play the game that I dreaded the most - Bloody Mary.

If you don't know what the game of Bloody - Mary is, that's good, you should stop reading this diary entry, because if you found out, you might just be daring enough to do it!!!!!!! I swear it's an evil game and evil things happen if you don't chicken out. Anyways to an eight year old this was a scary but adventuresome game. The goal was to say Bloody Mary 100 times in the dark, no lights on, doors clothes in front of the mirror or mirrors. Supposively the legend is, that if her name is said enough times, she will come from the mirror carrying a baby representing jesus, this is an evil version and she will physically harm you, and especially if you drop the baby. I've heard some say that they've know people who have actually been daring enough to face this demon and were clawed and bleeding all over as a result, some have been mutilated. Anyways, all the hype was exciting to make me want to stay in the bathroom. I think that after 25 times of all of us saying "Bloody Mary" in my aunt's bedroom in front of the mirror I because vulnerable to fright, the first glimpse of light in the mirror made me run out of the room! !!!!!