The Holidays Are Here
Christmas vacation has finally started - I'm so happy I could dance (but I won't). We put up our Christmas tree last weekend. It's sitting in the living room with presents underneath, glowing and glittering and making me all fuzzy with Christmas spirit.
And without school tying up the daytime hours, the pre-holiday chaos has substancially subsided - enough for me to get some quality couch potato time in.
I haven't been totally slacking, though. Recently, I've been looking into getting a tablet. My current choice is an Intuos3 6x8. I'm rather hoping that I won't get one for Christmas, that way I pick out one that I like and that will work with what I want to do (especially since I just figured out what model I want this morning :X). I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed and hope it's a Wii or something.
~ decemberWriter ~
Random Stories About My Life:
Story No. 1:
I broke our glass salt shaker this week. I was cleaning up after a nutricious McDonald's dinner, reaching up to put it back on the shelf, when I turned to talk to my mom and let it go. I guess I just assumed it was properly in the cabinet, but that was not the case. It crashed on the counter in front of me, shattered into many little pieces, and scared me so much that I could only babble, "Oh my gosh! It broke! I am so, so sorry!" I think my mom was trying to not laugh at me the whole time. She said, "It's alright, just be careful not to step on any glass. I'll clean this up, and you're only allowed to handle the plastic stuff now, okay?"
Story No. 2:
Last Tuesday, the band went to one of the district's elementary schools to play Christmas carols (my old elementary school, in fact). Nearly half of the band was left behind, because they were outside in athletics when they called us out to the buses - including two of the five percussionists. So the three of us left had to rotate between the four insterments needed for the carols; not to mention haul them around. I was stuck with the snare and snare stand, but I didn't have it near as bad as my friend. She had to carry the bell kit and drag its stand around. We made it to the elementary in one piece, though, and managed to get through all the songs quite well (although I was late on the jingle bell part - I usually play tempani x_x). Afterwards, the band directors told us to take our instruments and let the little kids hold them and stuff. My friend pushes me towards a bunch of 1st- or 2nd-graders, and I go, "Does anyone want to try the jingle bells?"
They just look at me.
I try again. "Are you sure? They're really fun." I even jingle them a few times, to demonstrate.
They look, and don't say anything.
It was so funny and embarassing I almost cried, while my friend laughed her head off at my awkward expression. This only shows how much I fear babysitting and just dealing with little kids in general - dogs are much more my specialty.