Look, mommy! "Hoe Hoe Hoe!"

"I'm the kid lying on the grass, staring

absent-mindedly at the stars with my arms tucked behind my head. "

Them: Why?

"They winked hello. "

My head is in a whirlwind right now- my life is as hectic as ever between juggling schoolwork. (Can you say Overload?) On one hand, I've got some of my besties pleading for some quality time. (Y'know the drill, Christmas shopping, sleepovers, sugar hangovers), and then I've got my teachers badgering me about all the work. Seriously, that's overkill. It's all Romeo and Juliet nowadays. But soft! We've yet to get a move on, though, since most of my mates are leaving early for Christmas vacations.

Which is a bum, because my birthday is in a bit. I'd have liked for them to hang a while, since it's much more fun having the entire class cheer and sing the classic birthday song while I do some serious cabbage-patching on top of the desk. Then there's the presents, of course.

In my school, it's a tradition to bring a balloon for the birthday kid, and sometimes muffins. Or bon bons. But neither muffins nor bon bons will make way towards my own lazy bum if they're somewhere in Europe or New York.

Unless they air-mail, which is an option. But not a very bright one. *Squish* .

Sacre Bleu! To top it all off, I think I'm the only one staying home for le holidays. Anyone else feel like that? My cousins from out-of-state are meandering over here to spend New Year's, though. It's not quite the bummer- they're fun to wrestle with. Not to mention, relentless Rockband 2 competitions. Loser picks up tabs at the restaurants.

On a side note, It's a nice night. Not bad on terms with this hella rad chick. Night. Stars. A beaut, really.

God, I still remember the very last shooting star I saw. I was eight, somewhat innocent and lost like most children, tugging at the hem of my mom's skirt and asking if the world was ending. I haven't seen one since. It manifests itself in my dreams with the taunt that I didn't make a wish then.

If I had a falling star today, I still wouldn't make a wish. It's not like I need it. Give it to somebody else.

I relate that somehow with the spirit of Christmas. It's an overrated holiday, fer sure. But I really can't complain- I'm getting a billiard table.