Dec 23, 2008 20:14
I'm tired and headachy and stressed. I really hate Christmas. I hate stressing out about whether or not I got my family stuff they'll like or if they're secretly thinking what a horrible sister/daughter I am for what I gave them. I think the sweater I got my dad is a size too small but I don't know if I can exchange it and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. So I just wrapped it up and whatever, we'll figure it out Christmas day? And I need to get my oldest brother a gift card and I need to decide if you wrap gift cards or not. My dog is the easiest to shop for: I got her a new collar (bright orange with white paw prints), a bone with meat inside, and these rubber barbell things. I even wrapped them up because sometimes she tears at the wrapping and it's kind of hilarious XD Why can't humans be so easy? Why can't we just have a week where the majority of people are expected to get together with their families and just be with their families? It would be a lot better for my nerves. I wish my dad drank something other than beer, or that I liked beer.
First line from every month meme.
January: Someone please remind me that I am an adult and I'm fully capable of getting on a plane all by myself and can find my uncles once I get to an airport I've never seen before without getting irrevocably lost, all right?
February: Lynn Flewelling posted the cover from the new Nightrunner book on her LJ ([info]otterdance), complete with summary.
March: I think it's easier to get a student loan from the bank than it is to get a card at the damned library.
April: Okay, so, I have called my dad no less than three times today just to chat, and I intend to call him at least once or twice more.
May: The interview didn't go well and I was really upset about it (as [info]bloody_american can attest--sorry) until I ran into this girl I know in my hall.
June: Ugh, so I do have to work tonight.
July: Work was pretty amazing last night.
August: Oh what the fuck you can't just not call someone and tell them what the plan is for hanging out really fucking early on a weekend and then leave a message sounding all butthurt saying, "I really hope you're showering and not asleep."
September: I woke up ridiculously early today after not sleeping well at all.
October: I can't seem to tell if I'm writing this paper in Gibberish or not.
November: "X-Men stars Sir Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart are to team up again - this time on the London stage."
December: I can't believe it's December already.
It's been quite a year?
family,
life