Happy Christmas!

I bought a Jewel Christmas CD two years ago and finally removed it from its clear plastic wrap today. I had forgotten about it until now. Listening to Jewel sing happy songs was something of a pleasant shock, and I thoroughly enjoyed them. Though it is once again in the high 60s and too hot for a jacket in the afternoons, Derek from next door left us a Christmas present and I am now in the holiday spirit. What a cute boy - he brought us a little sprig of mistletoe and taped it over the front door.
So I know I said I was signing off for finals and all that, but after all, I'm trying to write an African Lit paper. Thus I feel compelled to follow the tradition begun in my very first blog, and procrastinate shamelessly by publishing nonsense on the web instead.
I have now been sitting still, with my hands folded across my expansive Thanksgiving stomach, for about fifteen minutes. It's not that I actually had anything to say... I just don't want to do what I'm supposed to be doing.
But isn't it strange to think about quarks? Did you know they have names like charm, beauty, truth? (Of course you did, it's only me who doesn't know these things...) I sometimes think that the most basic particle, the one we haven't found yet, is just a ring of suspended energy, linked to the next ring, and so on. And one day God will sneeze and the universe will destabilize. Evaporate.
I sneezed in the middle of chemistry class today. It was very dramatic - I had to drop my pencil and catch my face with both hands, it was that powerful. My mom sneezed when I was talking to her on the phone last night. She has a great sneeze, like a walrus who's been startled... It made me even more homesick - it's been growing in waves ever since I got our plane tickets in the mail, and that was weeks ago. My passport and visa came today. But anyway - sneezes. If you go here, http://www.subservientchicken.com/, you can make the chicken sneeze. Or riverdance, or fence. But he won't do everything. He couldn't figure out how to paint his toenails.
My stalker Indian friend has been telling me about algebraic topology. It's not very interesting, I'm afraid, at least to me, because at the end of the drawings and examples I ask him, "So what does that mean?" and he just shrugs and says, "There is no practical application." Maybe I'm being close-minded, though. I mean, at the time, was there a practical application for the Pythagorean theorem?
Well, enough babbles for the day. Pause for rueful laugh. What a waster of cybernetic space and time I am. I hope that you, dear reader (my single reader...) can come away feeling intellectually superior, at least, and so I have encouraged you.