So my hands are spotted with itchy red pinpricks as if I'm suffering some kind of horrible festive rash, and my back aches because I spent quite literally all day hunched over a coffee table painting pine cones (a simple task, yet deceptively time-consuming), but AT LAST our real, live, fucking prickly tree is decorated. It's not the best job I've ( Read more... )

Do you want to know why I haven't updated in nearly a month? Do you? No? Well, this journal is looking dusty and abandoned, so I'll tell you anyway. I am sitting on the window-seat of my parents' house, watching all the videos of Mika, Adam Lambert and Johnny Cash that YouTube has to offer me, and bitterly deploring Auckland's weather. Aside from a ( Read more... )

This afternoon, good shit happened.

To start, I finally handed in my ENGL 225 essay - it's not good that it's late, but it is good that I'm actually proud of it, and as usual, the relief of handing it in balances out the hideous days of stress preceding it ( Read more... )

Time until guests arrive: 7 hours

Living room: tip

Dishes: mountainous

Decorations: none

Tourists on cable car: 1,273,576,847 (approx.)

Standing room: 1' sq.

Time since gainfully employed: 2 months

Possibility of sending relatives more than a Christmas card: laughable

No siblings, no cold, no festive spirit in the city, but I hear a side of Steeleye Span and suddenly I'm ready for Christmas. GaudeteStill, I'm missing the crap out of my friends in New Zealand (for whom it is already Christmas - merry thing, you lot! I wish you delicious food and minimal sunburn), and looking forward to the second Christmas I will ( Read more... )

Fine, don't kill me. I will just nurse this horrible cold and my incredible boredom. You know that kind of boredom that actively spreads to everything you touch, so you're incapable of getting enthused about anything? It's that kind of boredom. I hate it so. *sneezes disapprovingly ( Read more... )

This Christmas was, oddly and for the first time, more about giving than recieving. That is, there wasn't a lot that I was totally desperate for, aside from a new computer before the new semester starts. (After the initial horror, not having a computer makes you pretty zen about everything else.) On the other hand, I really wanted to see my dad's ( Read more... )

MERRY CHRISTMAS, WONDERFUL FLIST!

And a surmountable New Year too.

*eats last donut*

YAAAAAAAAAWN. Oh, I mean that in a good way. Just, there was really AMAZING chicken and asparagus pie, and white wine, and I read something really good, and then we all ran into our rooms to wrap presents. And now, the parents are on the verge of retiring for the night, and Ned and Lizzie and I are intending to hunker down to wait for Tristan to ( Read more... )

I put up the tree! \o/ Oh, fakeass plastic tree, I hope this is the last year we have to use you. If my dad does the smart thing and gets a job in Britain, Canada or even freaking Holland when his PhD comes through, it will be THE BEST CHRISTMAS, just because it's really hard to get into the spirit of things when surrounded by sand, unless it's a ( Read more... )