1. I hate Christmas music. (Nine years of listening to Christmas songs at the rink for four hours a day will do that to you. Fuck Christmas ice shows.)
2. When I’m sad, I go to the sandwich bar on campus and buy a huge box of french fries for less than a pound and scarf them down in less than ten minutes. With ketchup. And a little mayo. Because Europe is getting to me.
3.  I have a two-pound bag of Reese’s pieces on my desk, because I brought it back from the US for my flatmate, only to realize that she doesn’t actually like them. Haven’t decided how I feel about this yet.
4. Out of all of my New Year’s resolutions, it looks like the “call home everyday” one is infinitely harder to keep than the “work out everyday” one. Who knew?!
5. Trying to cut down on alcohol — especially trying not to have at least two glasses of wine or beer every night — is fucking impossible. 

That’s all for now.