Today is the 24th, and it wasn't at all our standard Christmas Eve. Usually, we go to my grandparents' house on my mom's side and open presents with everyone--then we come home and open up here as well. But Joey had two seizures yesterday morning, which left him pretty exhausted. Which left us here at home all day.

Jesse came over this morning. He's a member of our congregation and a close friend of my dad's. He's Hispanic and definitely has that air of machismo about him--his personality is so humorously colorful--but we all love him so it was really nice to have his company. He brought over some tamales and pan dulce and had coffee with my parents. I'm not exactly sure what I did all day--I guess random bouts of nothing combined with meandering around the house.

My parents bought Joey a Wii for Christmas and we all had fun playing that during the evening, while some of our family dropped by and brought gifts. At one point after everyone left I did a fitness test to see what Wii fitness level I am. With 20 being the best and 80 the worst, I scored a 73. I tried to retake it after a minute or two of staring at the screen. Unfortunately, you can only do it once a day.

My sister got me Les Misérables for Christmas at my own request. My mind more than anything else about me is in great need of conditioning. Maybe I'll pick it up. I just glanced at the cover and saw that it's written by Victor Hugo, which makes me laugh because it reminds me of the last time I encountered the name--it's my coordinator's, Maria's, dad's name.

I'm going to Florida soon. I'm very excited about that. Even though I'm going with the purpose of gathering all my things to move back home. Right now the excitement overrides the dismay.

I'm debating whether or not to stay up all night reading. It seems like a good idea. The last time I did, I was reading one of the Twilight books. New Moon, I think. Yes, as a matter of fact I do like that series. It makes me think about Heaven and I can't help but wonder what our new bodies will be like when we get there. Little things like this make me intensely curious about Heaven. I'm pretty sure I think about it every day.