Jan 01, 2007 20:54
I feel a little guilty about posting today- I had a wonderfully relaxing week, at any point in which I could have tossed a LiveJournal update on here... but no. I wait until the day before I have to go back to work before I get up the steam to write something. Keeping that fact in mind, I'm going to try not to be a wet blanket for the next few paragraphs. I really don't want to go back to school tomorrow, but it's not as bad as it was at this time last year, where I was just flat out grasping for reasons to miss work. Besides, as Melissa pointed out, it's not too bad a month for work- we have a four day work week this week, we get the 15th off for MLK Jr., and after that, February break isn't too far off.
New Year's was really great. I took a bunch of pictures, but I figured I'd hold off a few days on postin' them. Ellen had some people over at her apartment and she did all this amazing cooking- she made quiche, spinach and artichoke dip, and these awesome brownies. Brad and Miss came over, as well as a couple that Ellen knows from work, and we played Apples to Apples and I got just the right amount of drunk. Today I've done nothing but laze around at Ellen's and re-watch the UK Office, which E. hadn't seen yet.
Actually, another reason for not updating this week is sort of summed up in that last paragraph: I haven't been doing an awful lot of note. Probably the most exciting thing that I've noticed over break is that after years and years, I've finally gotten on the teacher clock- besides this morning, there hasn't been one day this week where I slept past 8 AM. Oh, I woke up a few times at 8 and then went back and took a nap a few hours later, but that was only because I could. Again, that's only exciting to me.
TV's been on vacation so the most I've been watchin' on the idiot box is Law & Order reruns. I dropped around $60 bucks on some books this Thursday and I've been slowly plowing through a couple of novels I've been meaning to read all year: Don't Get Too Comfortable by David Rackoff, The Boy Detective Fails by Joe Meno, and World War Z by Max Brooks. I've dipped my toe into all three, but I've only really given myself over to Brooks' pure popcorn account of a zombie war that never really happened.
I also picked up the first trade collecting the Ed Brubaker/Michael Lark issues of Daredevil, and it's pretty much great superhero reading. I was a huge fan of the team's short-lived Scene of the Crime mini-series, and I planned on picking Daredevil up when they took over, but I wasn't able to find the first two issues and I sort of lost interest. It's good stuff, though I don't know how accessible it is to people who haven't been interested in Daredevil for the last five years.
Traditionally, I'm a bit sad when the holiday season ends... I used to get really blue when I was a kid although I'm sure that had more to do with the promise of presents retreating into the distance for another 11 months than it does now that I'm older. So I'm usually a little down about the holidays being over... except this year, not so much. I feel like I had a really good, solid holiday season. Ellen & I went to see the Radio City show. I got to see Melissa's elementary school holiday pageant again. I listened to the Christmas music, enjoyed the seasonal Glade candles (Glistening Snow!), ate the holiday cookies. It was a nice Christmas, but I'm ready to move on... which is good because the day after Christmas, Melissa, Brad, & I went to Target and they were already putting out the Valentine's Day junk.