I really have nothing to say

I'm sitting in the library. Feels like a very strange place to write my blog.

I began an entry the other day, left, forgot about it, and accidently deleted it. I'm sure whatever I was going to say was fascinating and I'm sorry that I will not be sharing my words of wisdom. Ahem.

I am almost done with classes before Thanksgiving break. Left on the agenda is my night class tonight, followed by work and turning in a paper tomorrow, then two classes Wednesday morning before heading off! Mass excitement is being felt on my end. Now that the end of the semester is near, the last four months seem sureal. Yet it always feels that way when I reach the end of yet another term. The only difference now is that I will be coming back only one more time. Then it will all be over. Excitement? Yes. Nervousness? Of course.
But I really can't think about that now. So much to do to finish this semester alone...

I really have nothing to say.

Christmas is starting soon, so I'm going to try and list a family tradition every time I blog. Here is the first one:
We get a Christmas tree. A real one, mind you, and usually purchased from across the street. We certainly make a comical scene, carrying it across the street to our house. The smell of real pine is wonderful. I love real Christmas trees, even if they are from Home Depot. Oh well. What are neighbors for?