And the title is...?

Quickly now, before I forget.

Well, here I am at home again. I know, I know... I was just home last weekend, but certain people managed to make themselves so busy that this was the only weekend that was free before Christmas. So here I am... it's not a bad thing at all, but it still is a little sad leaving Ann Arbor. I was talking with Beth (not BethAnne) last night about thinking of Ann Arbor as home and she said it was the same way for her. But she had a system so there wasn't confusion: "home" was U of M and "home-home" was her hometown.

My ankle was just attacked by the garbage can. No, I'm not joking.

Apparently, there was a fire at the Michigan League this morning. There were three fire trucks and police there, and they had the road (N. Univiersity St.) blocked off. Someone in my German class said that people were saying that the roof was on fire (or at least people outside were chanting, "the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire) and that he saw the smoke. How exciting.

That about wraps up what I have to say. I'm really leaning towards Physics 140 now, and that scares me.

I had a glass of apple juice this evening and I mentioned to my mother that it tasted fermented. She basically said, "Oh well. You'll get a little high." First of all, mother, don't say that ever again. Second of all, one glass of alcohol would not affect me at all. That is all I have to say about that.