Something changes, and everything is wonderful.

It's the last week of official classes. The rest of the semester (all 25 days of it) is review sessions, all of which are optional. All I can do is pat myself on the back for surviving. My classes are over. WHAAAT.

As I walked out of my lecture at 4:00, it was already dark. The air was nippy. It smelled like snow. Menacingly.

Oh, by the way, it's predicted that it'll snow tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day.

Anyway, I put on my gloves and headed back towards College Wynd--when something seized my soul. Angels We Have Heard on High started playing. Bells from the Tron (no, not TRON. It's a church) rang very loudly next to me. There were Christmas trees in every window. They were putting up Christmas decorations on the Royal Mile. There were red ribbons on the bottle of Baileys.

It's not even December, but I was caught up. I bought trappings for my stuffing and gravy, and am planning on making it for Thanksgiving. I have a gift list that I have to get on.

I'm just going to ignore Korea for a while. Lalalalala can't hear you.