It's rather amazing that this blog is still here. No one's posted anything for almost a year and a half, and only Kenz posted for about a year.

Were we in eighth grade when we started this? I think we must have been. That seems like an eternity ago, back when Joon Kang was only some guy that Taylor Whitmore talked about. Back when Katie dressed like a pioneer.

Who would have guessed that we would have turned out like this? I certainly wouldn't have.

It's Christmas. I love Christmas. But I've gotten the idea that I'm in the minority there. No one else seems to feel the same joy I do at seeing a lit up Christmas tree, or smelling the apple cider, or hearing the Christmas carols (but the good ones, not the ones where Mariah Carey butchers O Holy Night or something). But Christmas is my favorite time of year, even though it's cold and now brings final exams. I guess the best way to describe it is how Fred Hollywell described it in A Christmas Carol:
"I have always thought of Christmas time as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys."
And it truly is. I love how it turns people's minds and hearts to Christ, and how with that turning to Christ comes a renewed love for all men and effort to be like Him. I love the focus we place on other people. I love the lights that are everywhere, symbolizing the light that Christ is to us.

Next weekend is the Messiah singalong in Boulder. I'm so excited to go, even though I'm not a good singer. I love being able to sing some of the most glorious music ever about the most glorious Man ever.

My last Christmas here at my home. Strangely enough, I'm not that nostalgic. I'll miss my house, and I'll miss all the people here, but wherever I go, I'll always have the best things about Christmas. I'll have the Christmas carols. I'll have the strings of lights. Most importantly, I'll have my family, and I'll have Christ. And that makes me happy.

I wonder if anyone of us will ever read this.

I've agreed to play the violin for the theater kids' production of Jekyll and Hyde. This blog has been so long neglected that that doesn't seem miraculous on here, but it is. It's a second chance, for everyone, but especially me. Part of me thinks I'm crazy. But a bigger part of me feels that this is what I'm supposed to do. So I'm doing it. And I'm resolved to have a good attitude. Thankfully, a good attitude doesn't mean I have to love the lyrics, which is good, because they're straight out of a Cheez-Wiz can.

Maybe that's why I remembered this blog. The Jekyll-Hyde idea has turned my thoughts to the past. I almost feel as if I'm a sophomore or freshman again. But I'm not, thank goodness. We're moving on and growing up. And I like it.