Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...
I was planning to say rather a lot in this post, but owing to the fact that it's just really freaking cold I might just be heading off to bed rather shortly. I'm thinking that switching the electric blankie on to 3, pulling the covers up to my chin, and snuggling up with either a few more Psalms, or the Alexander McCall Smith book that I've been battling to get finished for the past month or so. Not that it's not a good read, it's absolutely delightful in fact (it's set in contemporary Edinburgh, and, crikey dick, does it ever remind me of Christchurch...), but these days I'm finding it a lot harder to devour books in the same fashion that I used to...which is rather disconcerting, me being an aspiring author working in a bookstore and all. I put it down to a hangover left over from my English degree, and general apathy. Meh.
I was quite seriously thinking of putting some regular book reviews on here, like lemurkat does, but I very much doubt I'll have the motivation to either get through so many books, or to consistently post about them. People keep insisting on lending me books, for which I'm totally grateful, but I honestly just can't get through them all, and most of them just end up shoved into the boxes at the end of my bed, gathering dust. From now on, I'm gonna start saying no...
So yeah, how about that snow eh?! I know a couple of my fellow Cantabs on here were squeeing about the frozen water tumbling the sky at about 7.30 this morning, but all I could was thinking of was the fact that I was planning to get a million things done on my one day off this week (I have also got Thursday off for the moment, but now that I'm not working this weekend, it's very likely I'll be working that day as well), and the bloody Uni closes and the entire city is brought to a stand-still! I did briefly venture out of the house, to get some groceries and get a stamp so I can mail out my last birthday invite (got the stamp, but managed to leave the letter on the lounge table! grrrr...) once the snow had stopped, but it was too cold and wet and slushy to bother with much else. So I've spent the day reading both the Bible (FINALLY finished Galatians, after how long!) and The Sunday Philosophy Club, listening to the radio, and spazzing out to my worship CDs. Oh yeah, and showering and eating, and talking to my Mum and grandma on the phone, and watching the news and Campbell Live and a bit of 60 minutes. Oh, how the fun never stops...
It's forecast to snow again overnight, and I'm guessing if it's any worse than what it was this morning, they'll close the mall. Can't really say I'm looking forward to trudging through half a metre of snow to get to work...
In other news, I managed to wrangle this coming weekend off work, so that I can fly up to Wellington for my good friend Rosel's 21st (she, likewise, is coming down here for mine)! I am so stoked, as I've been more than a little homesick lately, and I know a weekend away from work (I honestly HATE working both days of the weekend) in my beautiful home town, spent with my family, will be absolute heaven.
As for my own 21st...things are falling into place rather nicely, thank you very much. Venue's all sorted, invites are almost all out (gotta say I was rather impressed with the job I did...people were chuckling rather heartily over them, which I took to be a good sign), and I finally managed to get the band sorted out, after a series of near breakdowns. They are a 7-piece Irish band, who play at the Bog every Tuesday night, and they are teh fantabulous. I've also managed, after much humming and hah-ing, to come up with a theme, and I've decided to run with a bit of a Blast from the Past, and have people come dressed representing the decade of their choice, whether it be the 1980s, or the 1780s, or the 1280s. Come on, man, you can't spend two years at College House and not come away with a thing for costume parties! :P I'm thinking of either going with Velma Kelly/Roxie Hart from Chicago styles, or go with the 50s prom look...y'know, big poofy marshmallow taffeta dress, little white gloves, hair in ringlets, those ridiculous bras that make your assets go all pointy and Madonna-ish...awesome. Looking forward to hitting the Ops and the Malthouse!
It's just a few short weeks away, and I've still got screeds of things to do...might be a good little Melancholic and type up and list before bed. I'm buzzing with excitement, but rather anxious at the same time. Mainly worried about people not mixing with each other, and anyone who's not a part of Student Life or College House (I invited everyone at Whitcoulls as well, but I'm not sure if many people are going to show up) feeling left out and awkward. I'm also worried about people not getting into it, and generally not enjoying themselves. Basically, I have organised it so that it'll be one big dance party, what with the Irish band and the classic party numbers (500 miles, anyone?! Yeeeeah...) and swing tunes to follow...I know that the College House-ians will be digging it, as will my friends from home, depending on who's actually coming, but some of my Student Life friends I know will be a little reluctant to get amongst it, as it were. I mean, if people wanna hang out at the side, and chill out and catch up with each other, and have deep and meaningfuls, then it's sweet as...but I'm seriously hoping people will be wanting to hit the floor, and dance themselves into a fever with me as well. Might have to encourage everyone to comsume a few energy drinks before they arrive, that might be the easiest solution...
miriamus is coming down for it! Teh yay!! What's happening with you, nirusha?! :P
Remember how I said a few posts back that I thought it was time to check out the employment pages again? Well, I'm seriously thinking about picking up a paper on Wednesday and having a wee flick through...just in case. I don't know if there's much point hunting for another job in Christchurch, seeing as it's highly likely I'll be going back to Wellington in another month's time, but I reckon it's worth a try. I'm just so over Whitcoulls at the moment. I'm not really being challenged, I'm putting none of my brainpower or talents to work, and if it wasn't for my awesome colleagues and some really adorable customers, then I'd be bored to tears. I need something else...I have a sodding degree, for pete's sake, I'm an intelligent, creative, semi-talented, ambitious young woman, with a bubbly personality, good people skills, and a fair bit of life experience...I am worth so much more than $9.50 an hour, and this time I'm pretty determined to make another go of finding a better job.
*sigh* It's been rather a blah year to be honest. Socially it's been fantastic, but I've been down quite a bit, and I can't really put my finger on what's wrong. It's just seemed like there's not been much to look forward to (bar my 21st and graduation), and...I dunno, it just seems like heaps of my usual zest and passion for life has just been missing, which suggests I might be going through another bout of depression. Scary. I mean, I'm certainly not about to throw myself off a bridge, but I wouldn't say I'm ecstatically happy either. I had a big emo chat with The Big Guy about it last night, so I'm feeling a little more hopeful about things...but yeah, me and my brain chemistry aren't on the best of terms.
The drought that is my love life is still a constant frustration...but more on that next time. A little note to self: it's probably not the best idea to indirectly make self-depreciating references on the ljs of friends who have a little more luck in the boy department than I. My apologies to divinecirinde and jessieb23 in that regard...I honestly am happy for you both, I've just got a few issues. When will I ever get to the point of being able to celebrate the successes of others, without getting all angsty about my lack thereof...?
Another note to self: DO NOT put any sandwiches made out of Freya's bread in our toaster. Unless you want to spend ten minutes trying to extract the mangled remains of your after dinner snack from out of it's steely jaws, and yet more time trying to scrape out blobs of Edam-y gunk out of the bottom. Oh yeah, and it's probably not wise to keep buying seedless grapes when they're $6.99...
I was quite seriously thinking of putting some regular book reviews on here, like lemurkat does, but I very much doubt I'll have the motivation to either get through so many books, or to consistently post about them. People keep insisting on lending me books, for which I'm totally grateful, but I honestly just can't get through them all, and most of them just end up shoved into the boxes at the end of my bed, gathering dust. From now on, I'm gonna start saying no...
So yeah, how about that snow eh?! I know a couple of my fellow Cantabs on here were squeeing about the frozen water tumbling the sky at about 7.30 this morning, but all I could was thinking of was the fact that I was planning to get a million things done on my one day off this week (I have also got Thursday off for the moment, but now that I'm not working this weekend, it's very likely I'll be working that day as well), and the bloody Uni closes and the entire city is brought to a stand-still! I did briefly venture out of the house, to get some groceries and get a stamp so I can mail out my last birthday invite (got the stamp, but managed to leave the letter on the lounge table! grrrr...) once the snow had stopped, but it was too cold and wet and slushy to bother with much else. So I've spent the day reading both the Bible (FINALLY finished Galatians, after how long!) and The Sunday Philosophy Club, listening to the radio, and spazzing out to my worship CDs. Oh yeah, and showering and eating, and talking to my Mum and grandma on the phone, and watching the news and Campbell Live and a bit of 60 minutes. Oh, how the fun never stops...
It's forecast to snow again overnight, and I'm guessing if it's any worse than what it was this morning, they'll close the mall. Can't really say I'm looking forward to trudging through half a metre of snow to get to work...
In other news, I managed to wrangle this coming weekend off work, so that I can fly up to Wellington for my good friend Rosel's 21st (she, likewise, is coming down here for mine)! I am so stoked, as I've been more than a little homesick lately, and I know a weekend away from work (I honestly HATE working both days of the weekend) in my beautiful home town, spent with my family, will be absolute heaven.
As for my own 21st...things are falling into place rather nicely, thank you very much. Venue's all sorted, invites are almost all out (gotta say I was rather impressed with the job I did...people were chuckling rather heartily over them, which I took to be a good sign), and I finally managed to get the band sorted out, after a series of near breakdowns. They are a 7-piece Irish band, who play at the Bog every Tuesday night, and they are teh fantabulous. I've also managed, after much humming and hah-ing, to come up with a theme, and I've decided to run with a bit of a Blast from the Past, and have people come dressed representing the decade of their choice, whether it be the 1980s, or the 1780s, or the 1280s. Come on, man, you can't spend two years at College House and not come away with a thing for costume parties! :P I'm thinking of either going with Velma Kelly/Roxie Hart from Chicago styles, or go with the 50s prom look...y'know, big poofy marshmallow taffeta dress, little white gloves, hair in ringlets, those ridiculous bras that make your assets go all pointy and Madonna-ish...awesome. Looking forward to hitting the Ops and the Malthouse!
It's just a few short weeks away, and I've still got screeds of things to do...might be a good little Melancholic and type up and list before bed. I'm buzzing with excitement, but rather anxious at the same time. Mainly worried about people not mixing with each other, and anyone who's not a part of Student Life or College House (I invited everyone at Whitcoulls as well, but I'm not sure if many people are going to show up) feeling left out and awkward. I'm also worried about people not getting into it, and generally not enjoying themselves. Basically, I have organised it so that it'll be one big dance party, what with the Irish band and the classic party numbers (500 miles, anyone?! Yeeeeah...) and swing tunes to follow...I know that the College House-ians will be digging it, as will my friends from home, depending on who's actually coming, but some of my Student Life friends I know will be a little reluctant to get amongst it, as it were. I mean, if people wanna hang out at the side, and chill out and catch up with each other, and have deep and meaningfuls, then it's sweet as...but I'm seriously hoping people will be wanting to hit the floor, and dance themselves into a fever with me as well. Might have to encourage everyone to comsume a few energy drinks before they arrive, that might be the easiest solution...
miriamus is coming down for it! Teh yay!! What's happening with you, nirusha?! :P
Remember how I said a few posts back that I thought it was time to check out the employment pages again? Well, I'm seriously thinking about picking up a paper on Wednesday and having a wee flick through...just in case. I don't know if there's much point hunting for another job in Christchurch, seeing as it's highly likely I'll be going back to Wellington in another month's time, but I reckon it's worth a try. I'm just so over Whitcoulls at the moment. I'm not really being challenged, I'm putting none of my brainpower or talents to work, and if it wasn't for my awesome colleagues and some really adorable customers, then I'd be bored to tears. I need something else...I have a sodding degree, for pete's sake, I'm an intelligent, creative, semi-talented, ambitious young woman, with a bubbly personality, good people skills, and a fair bit of life experience...I am worth so much more than $9.50 an hour, and this time I'm pretty determined to make another go of finding a better job.
*sigh* It's been rather a blah year to be honest. Socially it's been fantastic, but I've been down quite a bit, and I can't really put my finger on what's wrong. It's just seemed like there's not been much to look forward to (bar my 21st and graduation), and...I dunno, it just seems like heaps of my usual zest and passion for life has just been missing, which suggests I might be going through another bout of depression. Scary. I mean, I'm certainly not about to throw myself off a bridge, but I wouldn't say I'm ecstatically happy either. I had a big emo chat with The Big Guy about it last night, so I'm feeling a little more hopeful about things...but yeah, me and my brain chemistry aren't on the best of terms.
The drought that is my love life is still a constant frustration...but more on that next time. A little note to self: it's probably not the best idea to indirectly make self-depreciating references on the ljs of friends who have a little more luck in the boy department than I. My apologies to divinecirinde and jessieb23 in that regard...I honestly am happy for you both, I've just got a few issues. When will I ever get to the point of being able to celebrate the successes of others, without getting all angsty about my lack thereof...?
Another note to self: DO NOT put any sandwiches made out of Freya's bread in our toaster. Unless you want to spend ten minutes trying to extract the mangled remains of your after dinner snack from out of it's steely jaws, and yet more time trying to scrape out blobs of Edam-y gunk out of the bottom. Oh yeah, and it's probably not wise to keep buying seedless grapes when they're $6.99...