Dec. 23 Holiday cheer is all around, in the half-hour lessons and junk food and the occasional sugar cookie coated with red, green, and white sprinkles. I suppose it's the wave of consumers who gather to find the last Christmas gift, or perhaps the rush of excitement from newly granted time to relax. All in all the break has been a long-awaited one. Yesterday I drafted a list of inevitable tasks to complete over the holiday. There's so much to do and so little to enjoy now.

Great. I just accidentally deleted a paragraph. Five minutes worth of time.

Continuing.

I do relish in taking walks alone, as well as going to a museum by myself. Being alone has allowed me ample time to reflect and look for things to change.

I like quiet life.

I think I should write a novel or something, but the very thought of describing a life I'm unfamiliar with is so ludicrous.

I guess that's why I turn to art, because you don't have to experience the events to be able to express them.