Once you've met someone you never really forget them

Alas, my winter break has finally come to an end. It was short, bittersweet, and reminiscent of my vacation last year in which my family drove twenty-two hours straight into Florida. For some reason I'm stuck in this pessimistic mindset of thinking that "it was better last year." Even though come Christmas time I always wind up doing the same thing. This break like most went by way too fast. It's the same awful feeling you get after you finish a really good book. At first there's that feeling of accomplishment, but then you realize that the book's over and you're not sure what to do with your life. For those who repel any form of reading, I suppose you could equate the feeling to finishing a movie, or tv series... You catch my drift. Though I was presented with a vast array of opportunities, I decided to take the route of doing as little as humanly possible.

Going to New York with my father was probably the most climactic thing to have happened. I basically spent too much money and got hit on by the creepy subway dwellers. You know, the usual. While walking in Soho these two women passed me and quite loudly made the remark of "What exactly is she wearing?" Perhaps if I had been in Idaho I would have taken some offense, but for someone to question another's clothing choice in New York City? That's a compliment.

Sometime after returning from the city... I came down with a terrible cold. Instead of lying in bed and feeling sorry for myself (my favorite pastime), I went to the Gym. Haha. You Leah, are Hilarious with a capital H. No seriously, my mother signed my entire family up for a Gym membership and I being the wonderful daughter I am agreed to go with her. I'm not trying to sell myself as some intense body-builder. I just go for the Pilates classes. It's not too painful of an experience... After all I am the youngest member in the room by about forty years. If that's not a motivator, I don't know what is. Other than that, I actually have been lying in my bed and drowning in my own misery. I lied earlier, but on top of that I went on a bit of a Hayao Miyazaki binge and watched Spirited Away for what seems like the hundredth time. I strongly advise that if you have any time before school starts to watch this movie and in the holiday spirit I'll even provide you with the links.

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