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EMOTIONSSSS.
Now that Christmas is over, it feels like everything is exploding in my face at once.
I'm kind of worried about one of the college applications I submitted today, because I borderline answered a lot of the prompts. "If you could do one thing without failing, what would you do?" "I would fix the world, no idea what that entails, but why settle for less?" "What is something you created that you are especially proud of?" "My room because I have too many books and getting them all on shelving was nothing short of a miracle." "What is a group that has shaped and influenced you?" "I don't like identifying with groups anymore, I am me and me alone, because fuck you." (This is one of the schools I applied to last year.)
Anyway, our living room seems a lot roomier with a flat-screen TV. Apparently I was the only who noticed the massive box in the dining room? My family's lack of/lack of faith in observational skills never fails to terrify me. Granted it was wrapped in white paper and up against a white wall, but it also had a massive red bow on it. Mom thought the reason I didn't bring it up was because I didn't notice it (I noticed the moment it appeared, knew what it was, and decided it wasn't worth mentioning), and Alien just didn't see it.
Other than that, favorite presents were Professor Layton and the Curious Village, Batman & Robin: Batman Reborn, and a cheap, poseable Speed Racer doll. It's adorable. I also got two t-shirts: "You Never Forget Your First Doctor" and "221b".
I got Alien Skyrim and the first book in the sequel series to Percy Jackson. We knew what we got each other because video games have pretty distinctive shapes, and I figured I should get him something that he isn't expecting. Plus this way I get to read it. And I got my cousin the Wild Kratts DVD. I haven't heard any opinions yet, but he sure looked excited when he opened it.
Overall, it was probably a good thing that we did extended family presents on Christmas Eve and immediate family presents on Christmas. My immediate family knows me, they know what I like, what I want, that I'm a weird little nerd with issues, and, most importantly, what you will not be able to get me to touch with a ten-foot pole. My aunt... not so much. Usually she gets me a gift certificate to this local clothes store, which is useful, but this year she didn't. She got me a spa gift certificate, which is honest to Holmes the worst thing she could have possibly gotten me and is quite frankly the worst present I have ever gotten, because at least the cheap jewelry everyone used to give me was cheap. Not only is giving me fifty dollars of spa money a terrible idea, I feel like a terrible human being now because she spent that much money on it and I have no intention of doing anything with it ever other than giving it to my mom. But because immediate family came last for once the presents ended on an upswing this year instead of the usual downswing as I get presents from people who know me less and less and base what they think I'd like more and more on the presence of mammary glands.
I could continue, but I'd end up baring my soul to a text box, and I would like to not have to friends-lock this.
Anyway, so after Christmas dinner I mentioned that my grandfather should put his art on t-shirts on one of those t-shirt websites. This may end up a new project, which would be amazing. Some of his abstract stuff would look great on a t-shirt, as would his artist's interpretations of small bugs. And I've been working on a short story that I'm thinking of submitting to a magazine. I'm just not sure if it has enough sci-fi for the magazine I'm thinking of. I'll see what it looks like when I finish it.
Now that Christmas is over, it feels like everything is exploding in my face at once.
I'm kind of worried about one of the college applications I submitted today, because I borderline answered a lot of the prompts. "If you could do one thing without failing, what would you do?" "I would fix the world, no idea what that entails, but why settle for less?" "What is something you created that you are especially proud of?" "My room because I have too many books and getting them all on shelving was nothing short of a miracle." "What is a group that has shaped and influenced you?" "I don't like identifying with groups anymore, I am me and me alone, because fuck you." (This is one of the schools I applied to last year.)
Anyway, our living room seems a lot roomier with a flat-screen TV. Apparently I was the only who noticed the massive box in the dining room? My family's lack of/lack of faith in observational skills never fails to terrify me. Granted it was wrapped in white paper and up against a white wall, but it also had a massive red bow on it. Mom thought the reason I didn't bring it up was because I didn't notice it (I noticed the moment it appeared, knew what it was, and decided it wasn't worth mentioning), and Alien just didn't see it.
Other than that, favorite presents were Professor Layton and the Curious Village, Batman & Robin: Batman Reborn, and a cheap, poseable Speed Racer doll. It's adorable. I also got two t-shirts: "You Never Forget Your First Doctor" and "221b".
I got Alien Skyrim and the first book in the sequel series to Percy Jackson. We knew what we got each other because video games have pretty distinctive shapes, and I figured I should get him something that he isn't expecting. Plus this way I get to read it. And I got my cousin the Wild Kratts DVD. I haven't heard any opinions yet, but he sure looked excited when he opened it.
Overall, it was probably a good thing that we did extended family presents on Christmas Eve and immediate family presents on Christmas. My immediate family knows me, they know what I like, what I want, that I'm a weird little nerd with issues, and, most importantly, what you will not be able to get me to touch with a ten-foot pole. My aunt... not so much. Usually she gets me a gift certificate to this local clothes store, which is useful, but this year she didn't. She got me a spa gift certificate, which is honest to Holmes the worst thing she could have possibly gotten me and is quite frankly the worst present I have ever gotten, because at least the cheap jewelry everyone used to give me was cheap. Not only is giving me fifty dollars of spa money a terrible idea, I feel like a terrible human being now because she spent that much money on it and I have no intention of doing anything with it ever other than giving it to my mom. But because immediate family came last for once the presents ended on an upswing this year instead of the usual downswing as I get presents from people who know me less and less and base what they think I'd like more and more on the presence of mammary glands.
I could continue, but I'd end up baring my soul to a text box, and I would like to not have to friends-lock this.
Anyway, so after Christmas dinner I mentioned that my grandfather should put his art on t-shirts on one of those t-shirt websites. This may end up a new project, which would be amazing. Some of his abstract stuff would look great on a t-shirt, as would his artist's interpretations of small bugs. And I've been working on a short story that I'm thinking of submitting to a magazine. I'm just not sure if it has enough sci-fi for the magazine I'm thinking of. I'll see what it looks like when I finish it.