Feeling so uninspired, it's not even funny... not that it ever was, mind you...
Here I am, dutifully listening to Christmas music in an attempt to motivate myself to write something Christmas-y. I started writing something, but I just couldn't be bothered to continue it. Not that it was a lot anyway...
It's so odd. I'm one of those freaky people who start listening to Christmas music during the summer hols, and in mid October I wrote a Christmas/New Year one-shot, but now, when even my mum is prepared to accept that it's nearly Christmas, I am utterly uninspired. And it's bloody annoying. I want to write something, I just can't think of anything. It's not even that I can't find inspiration for something Christmas-y, I tried working on some other stuff earlier and I've just got this block. Damn. Is this the dreaded Writer's Block rearing it's misshapen head? oO How do I kill it? Hmm... maybe some chocolate and nice cinnamon-orange or marzipan aromatic oils will help drive it away... Yes... that could work... Muahahahaha...
My parents are currently moving all our Christmas decorations from the attic into my room. Because my room's next to the stairs to the attic. My dad's insisting on singing some made up song "Noel, Noel, apples from hell". My friends say that I take after my father. I have to agree. I'm not sure if that's a good thing. Though it probably is. ^^
21 days to go, 21 days of sorrow, 21 days in this old place and it'll be Christmas tomorrow!
And no, I didn't get the numbers wrong. Here in Germany one celebrates Christmas on Christmas Eve. In other words - I get pressies on Christmas Eve. Which was really cool when we lived in England 'cos we kept the German tradition and so I got my pressies a day before everyone else ^^ Heh.
Anyhow. My mother's just come in asking me whether I'm planning to start cleaning my room today (it's 19:30 for crying out loud!) or whether I'm putting it all of 'till tomorrow. Naturally, I said I'd start today. Pah. Best do something. But first - chocolate ice cream! Yes, I can feel a craving coming on.
Speaking of cravings - my friend and I have developed a hypothesis that fathers and fathers-to-be are more creative than other males. This was brought on by our English teacher - he's just had his first kid (when I say he's had one, I mean of course his girlfriend has had one...) and he's taking every opportunity to draw something on the board. Just recently he made us all draw aliens. Yes, we're 15/16 and drawing aliens in our English class.
Speaking of hypotheses - I've created one stating that our maths and physics teacher (and he's my physics/IT teacher too) says my friend's name more often than his wife's. Naturally, I have no proof, but one does start to wonder when he makes the 5th reference to her in one lesson. I've taken up counting how many times he says her name. Last maths lesson it was her first name three times and her surname also three times. Worrying? I'm not quite sure. I should perhaps clarify that it's not just when he wants her to say something, but also in reference to something she's said before.
And no, I don't think it's a big deal, but something has to keep me awake during maths. Not that I dislike maths, not really. I actually love maths. Just not with our teacher. I used to have a 1 in maths (fyi: 1 is the best, 6 the worst here in Germany) until we got the guy we've got now. Now I have a rather charming 4. He's just so... beurk! as the French would say.
Speaking of the French - no, I'm not going to rant about the french language and our teacher. I won't. 'Cos this post is just getting way too long anyway. And I have to clean my room. But first I have to get chocolate... yeeees... chocolate... muahahahaha...
Hmm... there seems to be some strange pattern developing here... anywho, I'd best stop writing down random thoughts and get on with cleaning my room. But first chocolate... muahahaha...
Some people claim I am predictable. Maybe I am. I'm keeping myself from writing more about that topic - geez, if I were to write down every thought that's ever been in my head, not only would you be scarred for life afterwards, but I'd never have anything to talk about. So yeah, I'm gonna shut up now.
And yes, I was bored enough to highlight the word Christmas.
It's so odd. I'm one of those freaky people who start listening to Christmas music during the summer hols, and in mid October I wrote a Christmas/New Year one-shot, but now, when even my mum is prepared to accept that it's nearly Christmas, I am utterly uninspired. And it's bloody annoying. I want to write something, I just can't think of anything. It's not even that I can't find inspiration for something Christmas-y, I tried working on some other stuff earlier and I've just got this block. Damn. Is this the dreaded Writer's Block rearing it's misshapen head? oO How do I kill it? Hmm... maybe some chocolate and nice cinnamon-orange or marzipan aromatic oils will help drive it away... Yes... that could work... Muahahahaha...
My parents are currently moving all our Christmas decorations from the attic into my room. Because my room's next to the stairs to the attic. My dad's insisting on singing some made up song "Noel, Noel, apples from hell". My friends say that I take after my father. I have to agree. I'm not sure if that's a good thing. Though it probably is. ^^
21 days to go, 21 days of sorrow, 21 days in this old place and it'll be Christmas tomorrow!
And no, I didn't get the numbers wrong. Here in Germany one celebrates Christmas on Christmas Eve. In other words - I get pressies on Christmas Eve. Which was really cool when we lived in England 'cos we kept the German tradition and so I got my pressies a day before everyone else ^^ Heh.
Anyhow. My mother's just come in asking me whether I'm planning to start cleaning my room today (it's 19:30 for crying out loud!) or whether I'm putting it all of 'till tomorrow. Naturally, I said I'd start today. Pah. Best do something. But first - chocolate ice cream! Yes, I can feel a craving coming on.
Speaking of cravings - my friend and I have developed a hypothesis that fathers and fathers-to-be are more creative than other males. This was brought on by our English teacher - he's just had his first kid (when I say he's had one, I mean of course his girlfriend has had one...) and he's taking every opportunity to draw something on the board. Just recently he made us all draw aliens. Yes, we're 15/16 and drawing aliens in our English class.
Speaking of hypotheses - I've created one stating that our maths and physics teacher (and he's my physics/IT teacher too) says my friend's name more often than his wife's. Naturally, I have no proof, but one does start to wonder when he makes the 5th reference to her in one lesson. I've taken up counting how many times he says her name. Last maths lesson it was her first name three times and her surname also three times. Worrying? I'm not quite sure. I should perhaps clarify that it's not just when he wants her to say something, but also in reference to something she's said before.
And no, I don't think it's a big deal, but something has to keep me awake during maths. Not that I dislike maths, not really. I actually love maths. Just not with our teacher. I used to have a 1 in maths (fyi: 1 is the best, 6 the worst here in Germany) until we got the guy we've got now. Now I have a rather charming 4. He's just so... beurk! as the French would say.
Speaking of the French - no, I'm not going to rant about the french language and our teacher. I won't. 'Cos this post is just getting way too long anyway. And I have to clean my room. But first I have to get chocolate... yeeees... chocolate... muahahahaha...
Hmm... there seems to be some strange pattern developing here... anywho, I'd best stop writing down random thoughts and get on with cleaning my room. But first chocolate... muahahaha...
Some people claim I am predictable. Maybe I am. I'm keeping myself from writing more about that topic - geez, if I were to write down every thought that's ever been in my head, not only would you be scarred for life afterwards, but I'd never have anything to talk about. So yeah, I'm gonna shut up now.
And yes, I was bored enough to highlight the word Christmas.