post christmasey aftermath
So Christmas hey?
Here's a bit of a day by day rundown on to how my Christmas went
December 23rd ~Christmas Eve Eve~
Most of the day was spent sleeping and then finishing up my Christmas shopping.
HOLY SHIT THE SHOPS WERE HELL!! Granted the shopping centre I go to is one of the biggest in the Southern Hemisphere, (it's 5 long levels of nothing but shops) so it's popular, and hence bloody busy.
I lived in London, with the entire population of Australia packed into one city, so I can mostly handle crowds now without caring. But this day, I just couldn't. Mainly because I seemed to have a never ending supply of small humans getting in my way. Man I was so glad to finish up and go home.
Rest of the night was spent eating and wrapping presents to the Glee Christmas Album.
Kurt & Blaine singing "Baby it's cold outside" = Me melting into a puddle of mushy mushy goo :D
December 24th ~Christmas Eve~
Again alot of this day was spent sleeping, a part of it was spent buying a cheesecake for the Christmas Lunch the next day but the rest was spent chillaxing and making fudge (gifts for the extended family)
I used to make fudge when I was young, around the age of 10 onwards, until I hit the age of about 15 (I think) and my mum wouldn't let me make it anymore due to the mess I would make and the bowls I destoryed via using the microwave. The recipe I used use got thrown out years ago, and so all I had to go by was my memory.
So I fudged the recipe (pardon the pun) going off my memory from 12 years ago and I managed it, it was nommy.
Also my neighbours across the road had a street party, of which my parents went too... hence there was no dinner other than the party BBQ food at this party, so I went as well. It was alright really, but not really my thing. I did see two ring tail possums on my dad's car through so that was nice.
I don't particularly like most of my neighbours, and one of them in particular is one of those people who I can never tell if they are genuinely having a go at me or are joking. My anxiety can't handle that level of sarcasm, I have enough trouble convincing myself that everyone doesn't hate me without that crap.
She told me off for crossing the road (after I looked both ways and determinded that the car was far enough away that it was safe to cross) For fucks sake, I'm 27 year old, I lived alone in London for 5 months, I know how to bloody cross the road. I left after that, too pissed off to stand around and pretend to like people.
After that I cut up my fudge, wrapped it in cellophane and then said goodnight to the parents and retired to bed to watch the Glee Christmas special and read Torchwood Christmas fic.
December 25th ~Christmas Day~
Christmas Day was much better than the two previous days. I'm quite fortunate that I get along with pretty all of my family and we all have fun in our own twisted, odd ways.
Chistmas morning was spent opening presents while watching a really trippy Christmas Cartoon with aliens from the late 1970's. My sister made us French toast and then we left for the family do in the Blue mountains.
Same old same old really, it was hectic and fun and generally nice. But bloody hot. >_<
Most of my family forgot my birthday that was 2 weeks ago (save a few) but that always happens unless I actually make an occasion of it... everyone forgets, so I'm used to it.
Food was nom and it was nice having all my cousins together for the first time in years.
My cousins/sister sans the two youngest ones
My "yay food" joy face :D
Re. Family drama llama
It turned out much better than I thought, save some of my older extended family (ie: some Aunts, Uncles even my grandparents) who seemed to either be ignoring me for some reason, or just didn't have the time to talk to me on the day. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. It happens.
I did talk to my cousin (the one I stayed with in London) and we seem to have passed all the issues we had (time and distance works wonders... through she teased me a little over my 'chip diet' that kept me fed for 5 months while in London) and we managed a little brief talk (well as long as we could in while entertaining 3 hyperactive small children) about living in the UK, something she's managed to do mostly successfully and something I want to attempt again one day.
She's as conflicted as me, in her words it's like having to choose between "Your family and your lifestyle"
Currently, she's still in Australia til the end of January and unsure whether she wants to go back.
Having said this, she was dead set on going back to Australia to go to Uni when I was staying with her in London and changed her mind in a couple of weeks... so she'll probably go back.
It is a lifestyle choice for me moving to the UK. I feel most whole there, I like my lifestyle there a hell of a lot more than I do here in Australia... and no amount of home comforts, (like the whole regular eating thing, own room with actual bed and regular income via welfare money) friends and family can match up to that feeling of joy and independence that I had in the UK.
I'm not really happy in my day to day life. If I was the longing to go back wouldn't be there virtually everyday. Sure I love my parents, sister, family, friends and Sydney mostly as a whole, but I don't really feel whole here anymore. It's boring and I need a life change.
I really don't want to have to leave my family and friends here behind to do it, but at the moment, I feel like I need too otherwise I might go stir crazy. That or I need to move out, I just hate living with my parents now.
I love them, but I don't want to live with them. I need my space and independence. I'm so sick of people treating me like I'm a child. I need to go out on my own, make it work, and prove to everyone that I'm an adult.
Anyway... day was spent mostly with my cousins doing whatever. We were silly. Very silly. I also played dress ups with them and I actually got decent presents this year. My family are learning my nerdy ways. :D
Presents!!
Day over, went home, I chillaxed and ended the day watching "Priscilla: Queen of the Desert" on the telly with Mum and Dad. Nothing like Australian Drag Queens to end a mostly lovely (but hot) Christmas Day.
December 26th ~Boxing Day... aka Doctor Who Day~
Due to the time difference between Australia and the UK, Doctor Who is always a Boxing Day thing for me.
So this year I organised to watch the episode on TV with some of my fellow Who fan friends, because for the first year, Australian TV were showing it on Boxing Day instead of 2 months late (End of Time Part One first premired on Australian TV on February 14th 2010)
So I made the trek out west to my friend Kieron's place to watch the special (IN HD!!! First time I've watched Doctor Who in HD too. Holy crapbuckets it was amasing! O.O)
Kieron's mum is awesome! Basically, she's like an older version of me. Likes all the things I do (Doctor Who, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Games, Stephen Fry... etc) it's almost like looking into my future.
I did almost go Hysterical woman on her when the topic of RTD came about but we moved quickly past it.
But frak. Doctor Who!!
SPOILERS
SPACE SHARK!!! Wonder if it's related to the SPACE WHALE?
I throught it was brilliant, beautiful, moving, fabulous and such a wonderful change from the sheer and utter bloody melodramatic angst that was last years special. It was everything I love about Moffat's Who and more, from Amy and Rory's kinky fun tiems to time travel being used in the actual story and not just as a mode of transport (remember Rusty, Doctor Who is about 'Time travel')
Not to mention Katherine Jenkins (Nom. Such a beautiful voice and what a cracking actress she turned out to be too) and Michael Gambon being fantastic, and the nommy 'young adult' Kazarn who was fab too.
All the snogging, the lipstick on the Doctor's cheek and getting 'married' to Marylin Monroe.
Oh and fraking Space Fish! And a SPACE SHARK!!
Also giggled hardcore at the Fezs and of course the 4th Doctor scarfs (you wonderful nerd Steven) and of course, got a thrill out of seeing Sydney getting a moment to shine as well.
I've watched it twice now and it is one of the best Christmas Specials there has been. The Christmasey-ness of it didn't feel so forced as previous years and it took place ON AN ANOTHER PLANET.
For the first year EVER, London wasn't in danger at Christmas.
I did have a little grumble at the whole "Christmas being a celebration of making it half through winter" thing but that's only because for me, Christmas has never been about Winter and cold and snow because I'm Australian. It just made me long for a British Christmas even more. For me, Christmas means trying to escape hot weather with air con, fans and sometimes some water to swim in.
All in all, I highly enjoyed it.... but it needed MOAR RORY!
But OMG ARTHUR DAVRILL HAS A VORTEX CREDIT NAO!!!!!!!!!! *epic joy face*
Finally I leave you with this:
Overall, it's been a nice Christmas, but it's the case of sometimes you need to go away for a bit to reappericate what you have. So next year I'm aiming to have my first white christmas and my first christmas away from my family.
Tis my dream... I will get there.
Later
Here's a bit of a day by day rundown on to how my Christmas went
December 23rd ~Christmas Eve Eve~
Most of the day was spent sleeping and then finishing up my Christmas shopping.
HOLY SHIT THE SHOPS WERE HELL!! Granted the shopping centre I go to is one of the biggest in the Southern Hemisphere, (it's 5 long levels of nothing but shops) so it's popular, and hence bloody busy.
I lived in London, with the entire population of Australia packed into one city, so I can mostly handle crowds now without caring. But this day, I just couldn't. Mainly because I seemed to have a never ending supply of small humans getting in my way. Man I was so glad to finish up and go home.
Rest of the night was spent eating and wrapping presents to the Glee Christmas Album.
Kurt & Blaine singing "Baby it's cold outside" = Me melting into a puddle of mushy mushy goo :D
December 24th ~Christmas Eve~
Again alot of this day was spent sleeping, a part of it was spent buying a cheesecake for the Christmas Lunch the next day but the rest was spent chillaxing and making fudge (gifts for the extended family)
I used to make fudge when I was young, around the age of 10 onwards, until I hit the age of about 15 (I think) and my mum wouldn't let me make it anymore due to the mess I would make and the bowls I destoryed via using the microwave. The recipe I used use got thrown out years ago, and so all I had to go by was my memory.
So I fudged the recipe (pardon the pun) going off my memory from 12 years ago and I managed it, it was nommy.
Also my neighbours across the road had a street party, of which my parents went too... hence there was no dinner other than the party BBQ food at this party, so I went as well. It was alright really, but not really my thing. I did see two ring tail possums on my dad's car through so that was nice.
I don't particularly like most of my neighbours, and one of them in particular is one of those people who I can never tell if they are genuinely having a go at me or are joking. My anxiety can't handle that level of sarcasm, I have enough trouble convincing myself that everyone doesn't hate me without that crap.
She told me off for crossing the road (after I looked both ways and determinded that the car was far enough away that it was safe to cross) For fucks sake, I'm 27 year old, I lived alone in London for 5 months, I know how to bloody cross the road. I left after that, too pissed off to stand around and pretend to like people.
After that I cut up my fudge, wrapped it in cellophane and then said goodnight to the parents and retired to bed to watch the Glee Christmas special and read Torchwood Christmas fic.
December 25th ~Christmas Day~
Christmas Day was much better than the two previous days. I'm quite fortunate that I get along with pretty all of my family and we all have fun in our own twisted, odd ways.
Chistmas morning was spent opening presents while watching a really trippy Christmas Cartoon with aliens from the late 1970's. My sister made us French toast and then we left for the family do in the Blue mountains.
Same old same old really, it was hectic and fun and generally nice. But bloody hot. >_<
Most of my family forgot my birthday that was 2 weeks ago (save a few) but that always happens unless I actually make an occasion of it... everyone forgets, so I'm used to it.
Food was nom and it was nice having all my cousins together for the first time in years.
My cousins/sister sans the two youngest ones
My "yay food" joy face :D
Re. Family drama llama
It turned out much better than I thought, save some of my older extended family (ie: some Aunts, Uncles even my grandparents) who seemed to either be ignoring me for some reason, or just didn't have the time to talk to me on the day. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. It happens.
I did talk to my cousin (the one I stayed with in London) and we seem to have passed all the issues we had (time and distance works wonders... through she teased me a little over my 'chip diet' that kept me fed for 5 months while in London) and we managed a little brief talk (well as long as we could in while entertaining 3 hyperactive small children) about living in the UK, something she's managed to do mostly successfully and something I want to attempt again one day.
She's as conflicted as me, in her words it's like having to choose between "Your family and your lifestyle"
Currently, she's still in Australia til the end of January and unsure whether she wants to go back.
Having said this, she was dead set on going back to Australia to go to Uni when I was staying with her in London and changed her mind in a couple of weeks... so she'll probably go back.
It is a lifestyle choice for me moving to the UK. I feel most whole there, I like my lifestyle there a hell of a lot more than I do here in Australia... and no amount of home comforts, (like the whole regular eating thing, own room with actual bed and regular income via welfare money) friends and family can match up to that feeling of joy and independence that I had in the UK.
I'm not really happy in my day to day life. If I was the longing to go back wouldn't be there virtually everyday. Sure I love my parents, sister, family, friends and Sydney mostly as a whole, but I don't really feel whole here anymore. It's boring and I need a life change.
I really don't want to have to leave my family and friends here behind to do it, but at the moment, I feel like I need too otherwise I might go stir crazy. That or I need to move out, I just hate living with my parents now.
I love them, but I don't want to live with them. I need my space and independence. I'm so sick of people treating me like I'm a child. I need to go out on my own, make it work, and prove to everyone that I'm an adult.
Anyway... day was spent mostly with my cousins doing whatever. We were silly. Very silly. I also played dress ups with them and I actually got decent presents this year. My family are learning my nerdy ways. :D
Presents!!
Day over, went home, I chillaxed and ended the day watching "Priscilla: Queen of the Desert" on the telly with Mum and Dad. Nothing like Australian Drag Queens to end a mostly lovely (but hot) Christmas Day.
December 26th ~Boxing Day... aka Doctor Who Day~
Due to the time difference between Australia and the UK, Doctor Who is always a Boxing Day thing for me.
So this year I organised to watch the episode on TV with some of my fellow Who fan friends, because for the first year, Australian TV were showing it on Boxing Day instead of 2 months late (End of Time Part One first premired on Australian TV on February 14th 2010)
So I made the trek out west to my friend Kieron's place to watch the special (IN HD!!! First time I've watched Doctor Who in HD too. Holy crapbuckets it was amasing! O.O)
Kieron's mum is awesome! Basically, she's like an older version of me. Likes all the things I do (Doctor Who, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Games, Stephen Fry... etc) it's almost like looking into my future.
I did almost go Hysterical woman on her when the topic of RTD came about but we moved quickly past it.
But frak. Doctor Who!!
SPOILERS
SPACE SHARK!!! Wonder if it's related to the SPACE WHALE?
I throught it was brilliant, beautiful, moving, fabulous and such a wonderful change from the sheer and utter bloody melodramatic angst that was last years special. It was everything I love about Moffat's Who and more, from Amy and Rory's kinky fun tiems to time travel being used in the actual story and not just as a mode of transport (remember Rusty, Doctor Who is about 'Time travel')
Not to mention Katherine Jenkins (Nom. Such a beautiful voice and what a cracking actress she turned out to be too) and Michael Gambon being fantastic, and the nommy 'young adult' Kazarn who was fab too.
All the snogging, the lipstick on the Doctor's cheek and getting 'married' to Marylin Monroe.
Oh and fraking Space Fish! And a SPACE SHARK!!
Also giggled hardcore at the Fezs and of course the 4th Doctor scarfs (you wonderful nerd Steven) and of course, got a thrill out of seeing Sydney getting a moment to shine as well.
I've watched it twice now and it is one of the best Christmas Specials there has been. The Christmasey-ness of it didn't feel so forced as previous years and it took place ON AN ANOTHER PLANET.
For the first year EVER, London wasn't in danger at Christmas.
I did have a little grumble at the whole "Christmas being a celebration of making it half through winter" thing but that's only because for me, Christmas has never been about Winter and cold and snow because I'm Australian. It just made me long for a British Christmas even more. For me, Christmas means trying to escape hot weather with air con, fans and sometimes some water to swim in.
All in all, I highly enjoyed it.... but it needed MOAR RORY!
But OMG ARTHUR DAVRILL HAS A VORTEX CREDIT NAO!!!!!!!!!! *epic joy face*
Finally I leave you with this:
Overall, it's been a nice Christmas, but it's the case of sometimes you need to go away for a bit to reappericate what you have. So next year I'm aiming to have my first white christmas and my first christmas away from my family.
Tis my dream... I will get there.
Later