We Walk in Fields of Gold

4 days of studying left. 5 more days of exam life.

It's not going fast enough, so I'm taking a break, sitting in my bed in my leopard-print snuggie and watching some Hallmark Christmas Classics with Dino. Right now, Billy Ray Cyrus's new movie, "Christmas in Canaan," is on. He talked about it on Rachel Ray, so now I'm watching it. Let me paint a picture for you. The South during the Jim Crow era. Billy Ray's son is a bigot and picks a fight with another black boy on the bus, so Billy decides to teach his son a lesson by making him spend a week with the other boy. He calls it, "punishing them by keeping them together." Anyway, from what I gathered on Rachel Ray, the boys spend half the time with the other family and half the time with Billy's family, and they learn that they have more similarites than differences. Despite the great message, I'm not sure that this is a great movie.

Lindsay and I are watching it together while studying and we picked kids, and by "we picked kids," I meant I dropped the comment that her son was a jerk and Lindsay died laughing. My son is the black boy and Lindsay's son is the bigot. Why? Because my son is strong, dry and intellectual while Lindsay's son is gullible and popular-- he believed that he consumed skunk stew for dinner. It reflects our parenting skills. Although, to give her some credit, her husband is the one that came up with the master plan of punishing them by keeping them together instead of punishing them by keeping them apart. So, at least she married a reformist. I don't even have a husband. Oh no, apparently the drama changed and the boys found an injured dog that was shot in the leg. I can't handle any movie where dogs, horses, or cats get hurt, so this means I'm probably going to lose it unless the dog gets better.

In other news, did I do anything exciting today? Well, I spent 6 hours at Barnes and Noble again, so that was fun and now I'm gonna get back to macro and writing a speech. Carolina is killing me... I can't help but think of all of the other fun things I could be doing instead of studying... so many activities. Sky-Diving, Lazer Tag, counting the rings on an aged tree stump, or talking to Mildred again and again about my feelings while she rubs against my legs and purrs. Oh well, I just have to maintain perspective that I know I can make it through the week. There's nothing like the light at the end of the tunnel.

Peace, Love, and Christmas Cheer,
Linzerina