Dec 26, 2006 00:19
While my guest copy of WoW is downloading ...
Christmas this year was a bit of a letdown, to say the least. While I got the artificial tree earlier in the month, I had wanted a real tree, as well, so last weekend I had stripped the artificial tree of the family ornaments & moved it into the living room, and put up the real tree. Didn't have time to decorate either of them, though. In fact, because I worked in essence full time this past week, I didn't have time to finish decorating the trees until the 23rd.
It was fun to have Nathan come up, though, and I think his present may well have been the most exciting one, as he got me a copy of Charles Simic's The Noiseless Entourage, which I wanted like my life depended on it. Well, perhaps not that badly. But I did indeed want it.
Also ended up with a belated birthday present from Julie (she never had a chance to mail it earlier) in the form of a brand spanking new copy of Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita, which I adore. I <3 that book.
As far as Christmas day presents, well ... Mom liked her nerf gun. A lot. I fear I shall never have a moment's peace. We've already lost five of her darts, though. Lol.
I think my stocking was perhaps the best part of my gifts. Of course, I haven't had a stocking in forever, so that was exciting to begin with. I got some ornaments that I had pointed out to mom (a package of snowmen ... i'm kind of obsessed with them this time of year), a wee sheep magnet (from ireland), stain remover (no dry cleaning for me!), chocolate covered dried cherries (omg yum), $150, a stuffed snowman, and probably some other stuff I'm forgetting. Not gonna lie, I was kind of hoping for chapstick. Oh well. :)
Christmas presents themselves, I got some dollhouse stuff, which was excellent. Some of the stuff I knew about, some of it I didn't. I officially have a miniature lute. Well, it's half lute, half guitar. Funky little thing. All from Eton, of course.
Also got a paper cutter, which I had wanted. Because I am just that weird. I'm so used to having one that not having one at school seemed strange. Can't even remember now what I wanted it for. :)
I got pajamas, which, meh, whatever. But they're comfortable, and I guess that's what counts. My sister and I got lots of double presents which were really geared more towards her than me -- a cake container and gravy thickener container (okay, you may have to be a gumerman to understand that), a book on how to be a grownup (probably an amusing read ... though I'd rather have had a copy of the harry potter books i don't own), a large platter to paint at painter's pottery.
My other exciting gift was tools. I now have a cordless drill and a variety of wrenches. Dad even made sure that there was a 7/16 wrench in there that I can use for coxing purposes. :)
Oh yes, and, as I had wanted, my sister got me a shirt from Aspen High School. It's amusing, though hard to describe how so. I guess ... think of some random school-esque shirt from abercrombie or something, and how there's always a number somehow on it? yeah, definitely has the elevation (8047 feet) of the school.
I thought it was itneresting.
Overshadowing Christmas was the fact that I felt out of it. My stomach has just been being weird lately. I used to get weird morning anxiety sickness stuff, wherein I felt like if I didn't eat immediately, I would throw up. That sort of went away a few years ago, though then I had ulcer problems. Now I just have this weird thing that I suddenly feel like I have ulcer issues. And it puts me totally down and out. Very strange.
We had no snow, and heck, you could go outside without a coat, even (if you're feeling properly collegiate). So yeah, boo. Probably no snowboarding for Lisa this year, either, because this is usually when I get to board, but obviously we didn't go up to Michigan, as we have in year's past, which is when Julie and I snowboarded. Furthermore, Julie didn't even bother bringing her board because it's not been getting down to 20 degrees, so they can't even make snow. Meh.
I'm looking forward to going back to school.