i am trying to be seasonably festive
Merry Christmas, Happy Atheist Children Get Presents Day, and Happy Friday/Saturday, internet!
This has been a low-key Christmas at House of pocky_slash. All of us were hella behind and Christmas snuck up on us. I told my parents I didn't want anything, Brendan didn't give anyone a Christmas list until, like, a week and a half ago, and we've all been busy. Our tree wasn't even decorated until yesterday. It still doesn't feel like Christmas to me.
Yesterday was pretty bad. Today has been slightly better, aided by A Muppet Christmas Carol, which my dad put on right before I woke up because he knows how much I love it (and probably wanted to make up for the instances of sobbing with my head between my knees yesterday). I do love it, guys.
So, I got a bunch of clothes, which I didn't really need/want, but whatever, I understand my mom's compulsion to make sure I have gifts, but I also got a GPS and I'm a little pissed about this.
I have told my parents on several occasions that I don't WANT a GPS. I do, occasionally, get lost, but generally I have an impeccable sense of direction. I can get home from basically anywhere once I have driven there once. I can also get back somewhere without looking at the directions again. If I glance at a map before I leave, I have enough of a general idea of how the place is laid out that I can drive around pretty painlessly. It is one of my only talents! I like to embrace it.
But the point is, I have told them several times that I don't WANT a GPS. They got Brendan an iPod, which I don't need, and this bizarre fixation with having us have "equal presents" made my mom go out and buy me a frigging GPS. So that Brendan didn't have "more." Even though I told both my parents that I did not want any specific presents this year, and that if they felt the need to spend the money on me, I'd prefer gift cards or a check. (I know that's a total social faux pas, but these are my parents and I'm broke.)
I can take the GPS back and get cash, but I'm sort of unreasonably irritated by it anyway. I know, I know, I'm a Scrooge. I should be happy my parents can afford to impulse buy me a GPS. But I'd be happier if they just listened to me when I talk :\
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Sorry about that, internet. Didn't mean to ruin your holiday cheer. I am going to ruin it more in a moment! I am awesome like that!
DEAR YULETIDE WRITER(S),
I am sure that whatever gift(s) you wrote me is/are awesome, but, due to AO3 robustness (didn't they switch to AO3 so this wouldn't happen?), I am STILL, twelve hours later, unable to read any of them. I'M SORRY. I will read them as soon as I can, which might not be until tomorrow at this point.
But don't fret! It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I can't get to it. I was super excited to see that it's Smekday fic, and I bet it'll be awesome, based on that alone! ♥
(I already know what fandom my is because of an AO3 bug that revealed it to me as soon as I signed up for the archive with my username. I know a lot of you are AO3 fans, but I am not super-enthusiastic about it after it has been trying very hard to cock-up my yuletide in every way possible this year.)
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So, I will spend today writing more Hairdressers AU, I think. Right now, Jack is strong-arming Ianto into going through Rose's old things to find a particular Christmas decoration, Will is attempting to sekritly decorate his flat while Sam is at work, Gwen is trying to plan a party, and Toby is taking out his frustrations on Hanukkah cupcakes.
Sarah Jane is going to make an appearance! It is going to be very sappy and full of holiday cheer when it reaches its conclusion, because someone ought to be.
This has been a low-key Christmas at House of pocky_slash. All of us were hella behind and Christmas snuck up on us. I told my parents I didn't want anything, Brendan didn't give anyone a Christmas list until, like, a week and a half ago, and we've all been busy. Our tree wasn't even decorated until yesterday. It still doesn't feel like Christmas to me.
Yesterday was pretty bad. Today has been slightly better, aided by A Muppet Christmas Carol, which my dad put on right before I woke up because he knows how much I love it (and probably wanted to make up for the instances of sobbing with my head between my knees yesterday). I do love it, guys.
So, I got a bunch of clothes, which I didn't really need/want, but whatever, I understand my mom's compulsion to make sure I have gifts, but I also got a GPS and I'm a little pissed about this.
I have told my parents on several occasions that I don't WANT a GPS. I do, occasionally, get lost, but generally I have an impeccable sense of direction. I can get home from basically anywhere once I have driven there once. I can also get back somewhere without looking at the directions again. If I glance at a map before I leave, I have enough of a general idea of how the place is laid out that I can drive around pretty painlessly. It is one of my only talents! I like to embrace it.
But the point is, I have told them several times that I don't WANT a GPS. They got Brendan an iPod, which I don't need, and this bizarre fixation with having us have "equal presents" made my mom go out and buy me a frigging GPS. So that Brendan didn't have "more." Even though I told both my parents that I did not want any specific presents this year, and that if they felt the need to spend the money on me, I'd prefer gift cards or a check. (I know that's a total social faux pas, but these are my parents and I'm broke.)
I can take the GPS back and get cash, but I'm sort of unreasonably irritated by it anyway. I know, I know, I'm a Scrooge. I should be happy my parents can afford to impulse buy me a GPS. But I'd be happier if they just listened to me when I talk :\
***
Sorry about that, internet. Didn't mean to ruin your holiday cheer. I am going to ruin it more in a moment! I am awesome like that!
DEAR YULETIDE WRITER(S),
I am sure that whatever gift(s) you wrote me is/are awesome, but, due to AO3 robustness (didn't they switch to AO3 so this wouldn't happen?), I am STILL, twelve hours later, unable to read any of them. I'M SORRY. I will read them as soon as I can, which might not be until tomorrow at this point.
But don't fret! It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I can't get to it. I was super excited to see that it's Smekday fic, and I bet it'll be awesome, based on that alone! ♥
(I already know what fandom my is because of an AO3 bug that revealed it to me as soon as I signed up for the archive with my username. I know a lot of you are AO3 fans, but I am not super-enthusiastic about it after it has been trying very hard to cock-up my yuletide in every way possible this year.)
***
So, I will spend today writing more Hairdressers AU, I think. Right now, Jack is strong-arming Ianto into going through Rose's old things to find a particular Christmas decoration, Will is attempting to sekritly decorate his flat while Sam is at work, Gwen is trying to plan a party, and Toby is taking out his frustrations on Hanukkah cupcakes.
Sarah Jane is going to make an appearance! It is going to be very sappy and full of holiday cheer when it reaches its conclusion, because someone ought to be.