I just got my camera back from the shop this weekend, which had all of my christmas photos. Although its two months late, I thought I'd walk you guys through my holiday, do some explaining, and introduce you to the characters in my life. As Adele would say, a "photodocumentary" if you will:

This is a picture of me and my former fiance elder smith. We were going to print these out and send them with our wedding invitations but, alas, we split up.

These are two more missionaries that lived in our home over Christmas break. The one with the eyepatch is elder patterson, who lost had to take his eye out after years of cimplications. He has been responsible for bringing various evils into our home, among them video games, sports, and rap. The very eager one is elder ford, who is afraid of girls and reads. The reading is important.

This is elder lynch. This man was the bane of my existence in a lot of ways. He would tell me what to do, and he was rigidly stubborn when it came to ideas that he was clearly wrong about. Towards the end of the vacation, I avoided him completely.

This is my aunt barabara. She's crazy. I gave her one of my sestinas, and she circled "clamor" and told me I may want to think of another word, because I'd been repeating it. My mom turns to her and says, "It's a sestina barb. It's supposed to repeat the words." She doesn't have a wallet, and just throws huge amounts of bills in the bottom of her purse.

This is my dad. Most of you know this.

This is my sister Julia. She's the only femme member of the family. She wears frilly things and makeup and blow dries her hair and recently, she started shaving her legs and got her ears pierced, both things that you're supposed to wait until your 16 for. Way to flaunt the rules, there, Jules.

This is Margaret. She's my sister. She's 18. She's much better looking than I am. But I went to school a lot more than she did, so it evens out. Tom said he would totally mac her if she were older. I say, "why wait?"

Mom is a ravenous fan of the crossword puzzle. We started doing them a couple of years ago as a joke, and mom has continued to this day. Every morning of vacation I can be found with mom at the local McDonalds doing the crossword over egg Mcmuffins

Mom makes really good cheesecakes

This is our christmas tree. Isn't it colorful? You are dazzled, yes.

In honor of my single status, mom decided to help me out with this very lovely man.

This is another christmas present. A wall hanging. And since I've been taking human sexuality, its become much more potent

These are my friends at the New Years Eve party. The most obvious person--the one on the couch in the very, err, revealing dress is leesie. Leesie was the girl who stole the boy I was in love with. I'm sure I blogged about it in the past. Brian. The beautiful, tragic artist who she told me was weird and then the next weekend she lost her virginity to him on Max's parents' white bedspread so Max had to clean the blood off the next morning. Leesie and I have never liked each other, and have sort of come to terms with out mutual dislike.

Angela. She writes nice poems and stories. She's what we would call a "fasian" or "fake Asian" because she doesn't hang out solely with other Asian kids and she's only a second-generation Chinese woman. It's a long story, revolving around her correcting a teacher on his Mandarian and his reply: "I learned this from a real Asian person" thus making Angela a "fake Asian" person. Angela has nice hair and stillettos.

This is Becky, my arch nemisis. I will tell you some Becky stories later, since there isn't room for them here. In the meantime, take a long, hard look at her so when I tell the stories, you'll know they were about this....girl.

My friend Amy and her fiance. Amy likes Barber and anything that has to do with the piano. She's going to be an architect, so its a good thing she's studying engineering at Rice.

I straightened my hair for the party. I want to say "look how glam I am!" but I know I just look like I always do, with smoother hair.

That's all. Thank you for your patience.