I realize that I really do not have much to say.

I need a life.

My cousin thinks I am depressed because I constantly make fun of myself. If I am depressed, it is not as bad as everyone makes it. She takes things too literally, and hugs me when I say something at my expense. I hope she knows that it's just my style.

I talked to my family earlier today. They are doing well, I think-they look the same. My sister and I both have the same computers, which allow us to video chat. It is a nice feature, but sometimes I prefer typing everything out so I can look at pornography at the same time.

Just a joke. See? That's my style, Blog.

I have already made a lot of plans for Christmas break. It will be the first time I have been in Texas since May 21st. It is kind of eerie to think about how long I have been up in Michigan, and how many friends I have yet to make. I should get on that. Nevertheless, I have about two visits to Waffle House a day, assuming they are open on Christmas day. I also will be spending absolutely no time with my immediate family (except to get presents!), and all my remaining time with be spent at the Hodges household, where I will be eating cookies and red and green peppermint M&M's to my heart's content.

"Why are you so fat, Max?"
"Why are you so nosey? Get away from me fool!"

I am also planning on creating my father's gift in one solitary night of happiness, coffee, tobacco, and maybe some angel food cake, unless that is something that is a Garland and Max only thing.

We will see. I am very excited for the break to begin.