Guess who's back?
Me!
Christmas was quite a good 'un. I spent it avec my grandparents, cousin (Kyle) and aunts, and my aunt's boyfriend and parents.
I hope everyone had a wonderful christmas. I am now going into great detail about mine.
I shared a room throughout with Saul and Kyle, to which the disadvantages were it constantly smelled of male deodorant and I couldn't sleep in beyond 7am.
On christmas morning I was woken an hour before the above time with Kyle too impatient to not open his presents. He persuaded us to open them, too by throwing our relative stockings at our (my brother's and I) heads, and then going through and opening his presents like a bullet train. My brother and I, horrified at the breaking of our tradition of opening our presents together, one at a time and taking turns; quickly stopped him and decided that we would open our presents together, even if it meant at this ridiculously early hour.
This christmas was far less exciting than other christmasses that I have experienced. Normally I would want to go and get my stocking presents as soon as I remembered it was christmas, but nothing particularly gripped me as it normally did. I could go to sleep very easily and opened my presents calmly and with patience.
It struck me throughout the visit that Kyle is quite an...odd child. He's nearly 10 years old, yet you would n't have guessed it. He...sort of misinterprets situations and behaves in a way that is quite underdeveloped and surprising for his age. He seems completely unindependent and relies on other people to do everything for him. This might have something to do with him living with his grandparents and being spoiled ridiculously. His dad left when he was a kid and Becky (his mum) basically lets her parents look after him. It's quite weird.
He'll just sort of...makes observations that don't really need to be observed, kind of like a younger child would do.
Example:
A cowboy is on the TV and shoots another cowboy
Kyle: laughs The cowboy got shot by the other one, look.
Me : Yes, he did.
Kyle: He's wearing a hat, isn't he?
Me : Yup.
Kyle: A brown one.
I suppose it's sort of mean, but his behaviour is almost exactly like Ralph from the Simpsons. I'm a little worried about him, the poor love.
Anyway, back to christmas.
DEAR GOD, IT'S STARTED SNOWING, AGAIN, LOTS!
Key:
Yay! = super present
Yay = cool present
Ya = Ok present
Nay = Would have preferred the money spent on it.
Presents wot that I got
Gifts
Yay or Nay?
£120
Yay!
£20 Dorothy Perkins Voucher
Nay
”Heroes”-David Bowie
Yay!
Necklace/Bracelet/Ring
Yay
Chocklit
Yay
Punk Rock
Yay!
Sparkly, stripey and heavily patterned socks
Yay
Knitted Slippers
Yay!
”A-Z film directors
Yay!
The Da Vinci Code
Yay
PunkyFish bag thing
Ya
Jean/tablecloth bag thing
Ya
Funky Mirror
Yay!
Lateral Thinking Puzzles
Yay
Cool pants
Yay!
Baked Delights
Yay!
Spangly scarf
Yay
Make-up in red handbag
Ya
MayPoles and Morris Dancing Book
Yay!
Ratty bookmark
Yay!
Blue giraffe and Hedgehog
Yay!
I've decided that opening presents from people in front of them is a horrible experience. If they don't know you well enough to9 get you something you *really* want, so the item is something that is not instantly recognisable, then it can be really uncomfortable trying to act like you really like it when you are still trying to work out what it is!
Christmas dinner was nice. Everyone then got drunk and I got broken by Grandad saying things that you just *don't* *ever* want to know about him. Mark (Liz (my aunt's) boyfriend) is a nice fellow, and his parents are also nice, though they confused me by talking to me in third person. (e.g. So, how's Jess, then?).
On Boxing day we watched films and went round to Liz's house and had a walk in the country. There was Morris Dancing (which, thanks to lizzip , I knew all about ;))
A quiz was attempted at, but it fell flat on its face, mainly because the questions were impossible to answer if you were born after 1932 (which the majority of people were) and the 'quiz master' was Mark's mum, who had a very thick irish accent, and those not so familiar with it had to ask for question to be repeated numerous times, which collaboratively turned the event into a ball of frustration and misunderstanding.
On the way home today I got a number of phrases stuck in my head, and they may or may not be incorporated into a song. It started off as 'colour by numbers', then changed to 'death by roses', 'life by dusk', 'life in gold', 'life at tea-time', 'death at sunset' and 'life in colour'.
They're quite fun.
I still don't know what I'm doing for New Year's. Any takers?
Christmas was quite a good 'un. I spent it avec my grandparents, cousin (Kyle) and aunts, and my aunt's boyfriend and parents.
I hope everyone had a wonderful christmas. I am now going into great detail about mine.
I shared a room throughout with Saul and Kyle, to which the disadvantages were it constantly smelled of male deodorant and I couldn't sleep in beyond 7am.
On christmas morning I was woken an hour before the above time with Kyle too impatient to not open his presents. He persuaded us to open them, too by throwing our relative stockings at our (my brother's and I) heads, and then going through and opening his presents like a bullet train. My brother and I, horrified at the breaking of our tradition of opening our presents together, one at a time and taking turns; quickly stopped him and decided that we would open our presents together, even if it meant at this ridiculously early hour.
This christmas was far less exciting than other christmasses that I have experienced. Normally I would want to go and get my stocking presents as soon as I remembered it was christmas, but nothing particularly gripped me as it normally did. I could go to sleep very easily and opened my presents calmly and with patience.
It struck me throughout the visit that Kyle is quite an...odd child. He's nearly 10 years old, yet you would n't have guessed it. He...sort of misinterprets situations and behaves in a way that is quite underdeveloped and surprising for his age. He seems completely unindependent and relies on other people to do everything for him. This might have something to do with him living with his grandparents and being spoiled ridiculously. His dad left when he was a kid and Becky (his mum) basically lets her parents look after him. It's quite weird.
He'll just sort of...makes observations that don't really need to be observed, kind of like a younger child would do.
Example:
A cowboy is on the TV and shoots another cowboy
Kyle: laughs The cowboy got shot by the other one, look.
Me : Yes, he did.
Kyle: He's wearing a hat, isn't he?
Me : Yup.
Kyle: A brown one.
I suppose it's sort of mean, but his behaviour is almost exactly like Ralph from the Simpsons. I'm a little worried about him, the poor love.
Anyway, back to christmas.
DEAR GOD, IT'S STARTED SNOWING, AGAIN, LOTS!
Key:
Yay! = super present
Yay = cool present
Ya = Ok present
Nay = Would have preferred the money spent on it.
Presents wot that I got
Gifts
Yay or Nay?
£120
Yay!
£20 Dorothy Perkins Voucher
Nay
”Heroes”-David Bowie
Yay!
Necklace/Bracelet/Ring
Yay
Chocklit
Yay
Punk Rock
Yay!
Sparkly, stripey and heavily patterned socks
Yay
Knitted Slippers
Yay!
”A-Z film directors
Yay!
The Da Vinci Code
Yay
PunkyFish bag thing
Ya
Jean/tablecloth bag thing
Ya
Funky Mirror
Yay!
Lateral Thinking Puzzles
Yay
Cool pants
Yay!
Baked Delights
Yay!
Spangly scarf
Yay
Make-up in red handbag
Ya
MayPoles and Morris Dancing Book
Yay!
Ratty bookmark
Yay!
Blue giraffe and Hedgehog
Yay!
I've decided that opening presents from people in front of them is a horrible experience. If they don't know you well enough to9 get you something you *really* want, so the item is something that is not instantly recognisable, then it can be really uncomfortable trying to act like you really like it when you are still trying to work out what it is!
Christmas dinner was nice. Everyone then got drunk and I got broken by Grandad saying things that you just *don't* *ever* want to know about him. Mark (Liz (my aunt's) boyfriend) is a nice fellow, and his parents are also nice, though they confused me by talking to me in third person. (e.g. So, how's Jess, then?).
On Boxing day we watched films and went round to Liz's house and had a walk in the country. There was Morris Dancing (which, thanks to lizzip , I knew all about ;))
A quiz was attempted at, but it fell flat on its face, mainly because the questions were impossible to answer if you were born after 1932 (which the majority of people were) and the 'quiz master' was Mark's mum, who had a very thick irish accent, and those not so familiar with it had to ask for question to be repeated numerous times, which collaboratively turned the event into a ball of frustration and misunderstanding.
On the way home today I got a number of phrases stuck in my head, and they may or may not be incorporated into a song. It started off as 'colour by numbers', then changed to 'death by roses', 'life by dusk', 'life in gold', 'life at tea-time', 'death at sunset' and 'life in colour'.
They're quite fun.
I still don't know what I'm doing for New Year's. Any takers?