Fic Update
*waves* Been a while since I've given one of these. =\
Okay - I haven't had time, to be honest, in the past couple of months to work on much of anything. I do have plans and hopefully I now have time - that's the good news. So, in case you're wondering about anything in the works - read on.
Bittersweet Love - I'm going to be honest. I have no current ( Read more... )
Okay - I haven't had time, to be honest, in the past couple of months to work on much of anything. I do have plans and hopefully I now have time - that's the good news. So, in case you're wondering about anything in the works - read on.
Bittersweet Love - I'm going to be honest. I have no current ( Read more... )
When we decorate our Christmas tree (which is usually only me because I'm an absolute tree Nazi) we have last year's Carols by Candlelight on the tv (Mum tapes the Sydney one every year without fail) so we sing along and drap tinsel over ourselves (random: a girl where I work is allergic to tinsel! Can you imagine how deprived she must feel come December 1?!) and just act like idiots because you're allowed to at Christmas. But there's no fire. No chestnuts or cookies, although we do have chocolate fudge and traditional English toffee, and plenty of nibblies like kabana, cheese, cocktail onions, oysters (bleh), and all that sort of stuff. Christmas Eve night we watch the carols on tv and grandma cooks this massive roast pork with all the vegetables and the gravy that you drool over all day just thinking about it. There's a 5-10 kilo allowance over Christmas in our family - we don't mind weight gain. With grandma's cooking, it's bound to happen. I'll be sure to take photos of what it looks like at Christmas this year - last year we were in drought, we may have green grass this time round, though.
Mozzies are mosquitoes. :)
We get the books at the same time you do - you're midnight is our 9am. :) But there aren't any parties or anything that I'm aware of. People just queue outside the shopping centres from 7am with their McDonalds breakfast, shoving each other to get one spot in front when the bookstore opens. I take a much calmer approach. I fall out of bed at 8.45am, throw on some clothes, rush to Big W at the shopping centre, laugh at the silly dears lined up at the bookstore, walk to the main display at Big W, pick up my book, straight to the cash register and then home, stopping no where and talking to no one. Do you reckon it's too late for me to organise a passport and get over to the US so I can go to a midnight party too? I should put in a special request to the Department of Foreign Affairs: this is my last chance for a Harry Potter midnight release party. Give me a passport!
Forget the unnecessary words - this is almost like a mini essay. :)
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Aw! Your Christmas sounds like fun. Now I want to experience yours. And grandma's cooking sounds delicious! I'm hungry now. =p *laughs* As funny as it sounds to me to be disappointed over non-green grass for Christmas, I understand. I don't have white Christmas's as near often as I did when I was younger. Yep, we need to take turns with our Christmas's, my dear. *nods*
Oh! In that case, I'm quite familiar with mozzies. Right annoying, they are.
I see! No parties, though! That's horrid! Although, your way sounds quick and painless, and that can be nice. Get in, get the book and get out. Hmm...it's at least worth a try. If nothing else, perhaps we can sneak you over? I mean, the Department of Foreign Affairs should understand, this is a big deal! Do you know any criminals that can fake a passport? Hmm...
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