Recollection of a Christmas Day
Christmas Eve, which I anticipated, was a bit different this year. I find that I better word choice would be unconventional though. I stuck around the house all day helping Mother with dishes for the next day. My sister was in shock when she walked through the kitchen door to see me actually in the kitchen cooking, not eating or putting a dish on the counter to be cleaned. What little faith she has in me. Just jokes.
Katie called around 8:30 to ask if I wanted to go with her to buy a lottery ticket. The jackpot had reached $280 million and she felt obligated to contribute a dollar. So around 9:30 she came to pick me up. We left with three dollars: one for my mom, one for William, and Katie's dollar (which she had to exchange change for with me). I was quite stunned that my mother wanted me to actually gamble for her. Quite odd, if I do say so myself.
When I returned home, everyone was getting ready for bed. It was 10:30. Come one people, it's Christmas Eve, for goodness sakes. Stay up late for once. Oh well, you can't win them all. I, of course, stayed up. I watched my new favorite romantic comedy "Someone Like You" with Ashley Judd, Hugh Jackman (my new 'living' crush...more on that later), and Greg Kinnear. Very good movie by the way. Rent it if you have the chance.
At about one a.m. I decided it was time for bed. I crawled into bed between Chauncey and Michelangelo and attempted sleep. Two hours later, I was still awake, so I gave up. I got online and messed around until about five in the morning when I felt once again ready to attempt slumber. Luckily it worked and I received a mere four hours before being woken up again by Michelangelo meowing at my door.
Christmas morning was lovely. I received many wonderful gifts, including: a bedtime Carebear, a cat shaped feeder for Michelangelo's food and water, the Cassandra Wilson CD I had wanted, "A Hard Day's Night Special Collectors Edition DVD", the "Almost Famous Special Edition" DVD, a Lester Bangs book, the Beatles Anthology in hardback, and many other goodies. One of my most suprising gifts was...get ready for this....my very own DVD player! I was so shocked and excited! And now I even have a small collection of DVD's to watch in Charleston!
This leads to my 'living' and 'non-living' crushes. My 'living' crush, as said before, is Hugh Jackman (better known as the movie version of X-Men's Wolverine). Not only is he a gorgeous man, but he is also married to a woman who is not rail-thin. His wife looks like a normal woman, hips, chest, flaws and all. It is such a refreshing thing to see. Well this brings us to my 'non-living' crush. I have more than one overall, but the one at the top of the charts right now is John Lennon. My mom gave me a book of newly released archived photographs of the Beatles when I came home for holiday (as the British say). And now with my new Anthology and DVD...I have renewed my crush on not only the Beatles but John in particular. I have to add in here that I adore George as well...to rank the Beatles in order of my favorite would go as follows: John, George, Ringo, Paul. I don't have too many bad things to say about Paul. He was actually my favorite to begin with back when I was in 2nd grade. Then the more I researched and the more I read into it, I realized how egotistical he was...not that at some point they all were. In a situation such as theirs, it is hard not to. Imagine have millions of girls screaming and fainting just at the sight of you? You would have a large ego as well. But Paul just got under my skin as time went on. He was fine I felt until the last years with all the bickering and inner-fighting. And now that he wants to change the authorship writes from Lennon/McCartney to McCartney/Lennon...it just seems real petty. Okay...enough of that. I have to keep myself from rambling. That is the hard thing about these Livejournals. You are really the only person who can stop yourself from writing too much.
So yes...Beatles obsession reborn. Good Christmas. Happiness all around. Well maybe that is taking it a bit too far. I have to go return some skirts I bought at Target because, guess what, they are too small. I won't even go into what size they were or how emotional I became after trying them on. You see, I am the type of person who would rather buy an article of clother at a store and try it on in the comfort of my own home than try it on in a dressing room. This way if I am disappointed or depressed about it, I am at least in my own house and can sulk accordingly. So where does that leave me, having to go back to Target to return the skirts, which means having to submerge myself into the tital wave of customers returning gifts and whatnot the day after Christmas...oh joy.
So yes, I do hope you all had a wonderful day yesterday and enjoyed the company of family and friends, as did I, and received a good assortment of gifts to appease our materialistic underbellies, for we all have them even though we swear against them. It is simple human nature in a society such as ours. But in some sense, I wouldn't have it any other way. Happy Christmas!
Katie called around 8:30 to ask if I wanted to go with her to buy a lottery ticket. The jackpot had reached $280 million and she felt obligated to contribute a dollar. So around 9:30 she came to pick me up. We left with three dollars: one for my mom, one for William, and Katie's dollar (which she had to exchange change for with me). I was quite stunned that my mother wanted me to actually gamble for her. Quite odd, if I do say so myself.
When I returned home, everyone was getting ready for bed. It was 10:30. Come one people, it's Christmas Eve, for goodness sakes. Stay up late for once. Oh well, you can't win them all. I, of course, stayed up. I watched my new favorite romantic comedy "Someone Like You" with Ashley Judd, Hugh Jackman (my new 'living' crush...more on that later), and Greg Kinnear. Very good movie by the way. Rent it if you have the chance.
At about one a.m. I decided it was time for bed. I crawled into bed between Chauncey and Michelangelo and attempted sleep. Two hours later, I was still awake, so I gave up. I got online and messed around until about five in the morning when I felt once again ready to attempt slumber. Luckily it worked and I received a mere four hours before being woken up again by Michelangelo meowing at my door.
Christmas morning was lovely. I received many wonderful gifts, including: a bedtime Carebear, a cat shaped feeder for Michelangelo's food and water, the Cassandra Wilson CD I had wanted, "A Hard Day's Night Special Collectors Edition DVD", the "Almost Famous Special Edition" DVD, a Lester Bangs book, the Beatles Anthology in hardback, and many other goodies. One of my most suprising gifts was...get ready for this....my very own DVD player! I was so shocked and excited! And now I even have a small collection of DVD's to watch in Charleston!
This leads to my 'living' and 'non-living' crushes. My 'living' crush, as said before, is Hugh Jackman (better known as the movie version of X-Men's Wolverine). Not only is he a gorgeous man, but he is also married to a woman who is not rail-thin. His wife looks like a normal woman, hips, chest, flaws and all. It is such a refreshing thing to see. Well this brings us to my 'non-living' crush. I have more than one overall, but the one at the top of the charts right now is John Lennon. My mom gave me a book of newly released archived photographs of the Beatles when I came home for holiday (as the British say). And now with my new Anthology and DVD...I have renewed my crush on not only the Beatles but John in particular. I have to add in here that I adore George as well...to rank the Beatles in order of my favorite would go as follows: John, George, Ringo, Paul. I don't have too many bad things to say about Paul. He was actually my favorite to begin with back when I was in 2nd grade. Then the more I researched and the more I read into it, I realized how egotistical he was...not that at some point they all were. In a situation such as theirs, it is hard not to. Imagine have millions of girls screaming and fainting just at the sight of you? You would have a large ego as well. But Paul just got under my skin as time went on. He was fine I felt until the last years with all the bickering and inner-fighting. And now that he wants to change the authorship writes from Lennon/McCartney to McCartney/Lennon...it just seems real petty. Okay...enough of that. I have to keep myself from rambling. That is the hard thing about these Livejournals. You are really the only person who can stop yourself from writing too much.
So yes...Beatles obsession reborn. Good Christmas. Happiness all around. Well maybe that is taking it a bit too far. I have to go return some skirts I bought at Target because, guess what, they are too small. I won't even go into what size they were or how emotional I became after trying them on. You see, I am the type of person who would rather buy an article of clother at a store and try it on in the comfort of my own home than try it on in a dressing room. This way if I am disappointed or depressed about it, I am at least in my own house and can sulk accordingly. So where does that leave me, having to go back to Target to return the skirts, which means having to submerge myself into the tital wave of customers returning gifts and whatnot the day after Christmas...oh joy.
So yes, I do hope you all had a wonderful day yesterday and enjoyed the company of family and friends, as did I, and received a good assortment of gifts to appease our materialistic underbellies, for we all have them even though we swear against them. It is simple human nature in a society such as ours. But in some sense, I wouldn't have it any other way. Happy Christmas!