This weekend has honestly, honestly, honestly been the best weekend I have had in a while. The settings have been unreasonably cold and wet, nothing like summer, but life has been sweet, spontaneous, and full of chai lattes and things that aren’t good for me (chai lattes also belong to this category).

The girl in the picture up there (^) is my much-adored sister, who, a year ago (when she was SIXTEEN!) decided to move several hundred kilometers away from everything she knows to attend school for tailoring and design. As it is right now, we see each other about once a month. Next year, she will be moving even further away to a town she has never even been to before, so that she can continue her education within that field. The amount of admiration I feel for that girl is out of this world, and I wish I felt as confident about my future place in this world as she does. I think I know what I want to study once I am done with what I am doing now, but that is only 50% of it. What about after that? And most importantly, will it be useful as far as getting a job in the US?

Anyway, Saturday night I made her biscotti:

This year, six weeks of my summer will be spent in New York, and I can’t fucking WAIT! I can’t wait to be with Andrew. We haven’t seen each other for three months and I can’t wait to do all the stuff we usually do together, like, go for walks, go to the mall, eat, spoon. You know, all the good stuff you do when you are a couple (and doesn’t drink).

Speaking of drinks… I don’t drink and have never drunk, but something that can make me feel seriously tempted to dig into this mysteriously mythical substance, in this situation disguised as punch, is large family get-togethers. Every year, a family get-together is held at my grandfather’s brother’s house, where the whole family on my grandfather’s side is invited. They all usually show up, too, which makes us roughly 23 people. This time, we were 31. In one backyard. Five of the newcomers were our long-lost relatives from Germany, who barely spoke any English, and whose shoe-sized dog nearly ate one of the neighbor’s chickens, and, honestly, that + the obscene amount of people in a tiny space was enough to make me want to jump into the punch bowl (that was so 1980′s, by the way). Food was good, though.

Another thing that made me yearn for a stiff one + evidence of my attendance:

Yes, that is my cousin mooning the camera as we are having our yearly family picture taken. I blurred it for his sake and yours.

So, overall, I am quite happy tonight. Tomorrow, my History Teacher is doing a Q&A in my History Class, which I am definitely planning on attending. My oral History exam is on Wednesday, so it’s like perfect timing. We are probably only going to be four people, and all four of those people will have relied on the other three to have prepared some good questions, which, of course, no one will have done. Basically, it will be the same as always.

Goodnight, everybody!