nirix5: (me!)
I have spent every second since I set foot in Syracuse with a splitting headache. I already spent one night throwing up from it, but last night was the worst. I haven't had a bad one like that in years. I threw up every time I moved (note: puking grilled cheese is bizzare) so needless to say I missed out on decorating the tree, going to church, opening my first present, and all the fun Christmas Eve stuff we normally do. I finally passed out around 2; woke up at 4, and lo and behold, no headache! Alas. Went to the bathroom and it was all over. Then I got pissed and took 3 sudafed and 6 ibuprofen, puked again, and finally fell asleep around four. I may have overdosed slightly, but by God, that headache was dead.

Spent most of today being tired and sluggish. I got a Chevy hat, a crock pot, awesome jewelry, and a mug from the Cloisters. Andy came over for dinner and the Chinese food was awesome as always.

I got absolutely nothing accomplished. Didn't work on XXX or Christie's embroideries.

Had weird text convos with J. This is nothing new; it's just annoying cause he dropped a bombshell question, I dropped a bombshell answer, and he stopped responding. Now I have to sit here and calm myself down. His phone died. He fell asleep. He went out with friends. He was not, contrary to my imagination, kidnapped by angry mobsters, aliens, driven off a bridge and drowned, nor did he elope with his ex to Vegas.

Although, with him? Who knows. Arrrrrrgh.

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nirix5: (christmas)
Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] kcountess:

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?

Wrapping paper. I like to wrap boxes.

2. Real or Artificial tree?

Real! Always real. They smell sooooooooo good. And Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas without dad shaving the stump down to the size of the holder, cursing the whole time and getting pine chips all over the living room, and then taking a nap in the middle of it all.

3. When do you put up the tree?

We're pretty traditional, and actually put up and decorate our tree on Christmas Eve, though we might get it a week before (it stays out behind the garage.)

4. When do you take the tree down?

On Ephiphany, January 6th.

5. Do you like Eggnog?

Yes I do. Mmmmmm.

6. Favorite Gift you received as a child?

My first good pair of skates, and a late season Sailor Moon subbed tape. I cried for a while that morning, I was so happy.

7. Do you have a nativity scene?

Yep. And all the grass is slowly falling off of it. The weird thing is that we don't put baby Jesus in it until Christmas morning ("Santa" puts him there.) All through Advent, Jesus lives in my mother's china cabinet, in front of the salmon platter.

8. Hardest person to buy for?

Everyone.

9. Easiest person to buy for?

Everyone.

10. Worst Christmas gift ever received

Never got one I didn't like or wasn't grateful for!

11. Christmas Cards?

I'm awful with them. It makes me hate myself.

12. Favorite Christmas Movie?

Dogma, Shaun of the Dead, and Big Trouble in Little China are old favorites. Of course, they're not Christmas per se, but they're what my family watches on Christmas. I'd also have to go with Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. SHEER WIN.

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?

*sheepishly* Christmas Eve.

14. Have you ever "recycled" a Christmas present?

Nope!

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?

Chinese food! and marzipan.

16. Clear lights or colored or both on the tree?

I like clear or gold-tone lights, but my mother loves colored ones, so we have those on the tree every year. Not my favorite, but whatever. They're still pretty :)

17. Favorite Christmas Song?

All the old standbys. The Christmas Song, O Holy Night (Nsync acapella version WHEE!), the entire Nutcracker Suite, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays (more Nsync...)

Although, I would like to state for the record that I HATE HATE HATE Bruce Springsteen's version of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" and "Christmas in Killarney".

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?

Our family is all far away, so we've never really traveled to see them at Christmas. Now I've gotten used to being home and not going anywhere other than the Chinese buffet or the movies on Christmas.

19. Can you name Santa's Reindeer?

Bah.

20. Do you have an Angel or a Star on top of your tree?

We have a Puerto Rican star. It's pretty nutsy. I'll try to post pics of it this year.

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or Christmas Morning?

One present (pajamas or an ornament for the tree) on Christmas Eve, and the rest in the morning.

22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?

Crass commercialization. I want a Green Gables Christmas, dammit!

23. Favorite Christmas tradition?

Until this year it's been Chinese food and zombie movies, but this year we're giving up presents, so I'm going to go ahead and say that :)

24. Family member you always try to stay away from during the holidays?

None!

25. Do you attend any actual religious services in celebration?

We go to midnight mass every year.
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Step One: Make a post to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 GEEKY holiday wishes; the wishes can be anything at all, from simple ("I want a fanfic!") to medium ("I want toys!") to really big. The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want. If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or the MaccaBee, or your secret special friend) could get in touch with you. Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step Two: Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part: If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not; it's your call! There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just... Wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special...


My wishlist:

1) I would love for anyone that's layout savvy to make my moodtheme work.
2) Feather (that's me) x Sephiroth fanart?
3) Icons!
4) Life-size Sephiroth
5) For you to leave something you'd like from me in the comments :D

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Step One: Make a post to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 GEEKY holiday wishes; the wishes can be anything at all, from simple ("I want a fanfic!") to medium ("I want toys!") to really big. The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want. If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or the MaccaBee, or your secret special friend) could get in touch with you. Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step Two: Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part: If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not; it's your call! There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just... Wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special...


My wishlist:

1) I would love for anyone that's layout savvy to make my moodtheme work.
2) Feather (that's me) x Sephiroth fanart?
3) Icons!
4) Life-size Sephiroth
5) For you to leave something you'd like from me in the comments :D

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nirix5: (marie antoinette cake)
Paper due tomorrow.
Status: not started finished.

Paper due next Thursday.
Status: Needs to practically be rewritten revising.

Prof. S sang songs in Latin today.
Status: INSANE FANGIRLAGE Must give him copy of Advent: One Winged Angel.

Final exam next Thursday in EMA.
Status: I do not care about the internal debates of Boethius Study group planned.

Will be working at both BBW and Coastel over the break.
Status: If I don't find that picture of Kobe Carol will kill me If they messed up the scheduling thing I'm going to kill them I like money.

Christmas is coming.
Status: KILL KILL COOKIES EGGNOG KILL KILL EGGNOG? I like eggnog. Presents are not happening until New Year's. I win at retail, wah-hoo!

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nirix5: (spoiled little helper)
Been gone for a while. School is hella busy. In fact, I have a final in a few hours that totally snuck up on me. Like, I-didn't-know-about-it-till-Tuesday snuck up on me.

Apparently snuck is not a word.

Also just rocked out at a Latin test. Latin has been tricky as hell, and we thought that today's test was going to be awful, since it covered chapters 11-15, and we only tackled 15 on Monday. It really wasn't, though- this was probably because the passage we had to translate was about Achilles, and I know the Trojan War like the back of my hand.

I have to write a ten page paper on Friday, and then another one on Sunday. Bleargh.


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What else has been going on?


Turned 25. Ate some cake.

Going to the semiformal tonight. Will eat some cake?

Final later on. Will not be cake.


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I've dedicated my life to cosplay.

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I've decided to admit that I like Christmas. I like it a lot. I can't wait to get home, put the lights up, and bake some motherfucking cookies.

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If this final was on Sephiroth prOn, I would totally ace it.


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Happy New Year. Akemashite Omedeto Gozaimasu.

I apologize for the Xmas meltdown post. The computer at school had frozen and I'd lost my entire philosophy paper, which a) was due in twenty minutes; b) was the equivalent of a final exam and c) is the one grade that's a graduation requirement. Got an extension, but only til the 26th... and with working retail, that meant that my Xmas night was taken. Wound up crying hysterically and demanding valium while my mother yelled at me to just plagarize something of the net- because those professors never check that stuff anyway!

Made it. I've officially graduated from OCC with a 3.525 cum. GPA. (Got an A- in Philosophy.)

The best part, though, was Jeannette coming home for Xmas (kinda.) I went to Xmas dinner at her house on New Year's Eve, and then we came back here to the apartment. New Year's was SO MUCH BETTER THAN LAST YEAR. No almost-alcohol-poisioning! No incoherent, sucky drunkeness! Just chillin', getting tipsy on cosmopolitans and snarking at the spending on Platinum Weddings. We cried over this and that and Dick Clark not being what he used to be, rocked out to Christina Aguilera and made several drunken resolutions.

Then everyone trucked off to bed, and Jean and I shot the shit till 2:30. This is were it gets, um, complicated.

I tucked Jean in on the couch at exactly 2:28. When I went downstairs in the morning, Jean was gone and Gerard was passed out on the couch in her place. Come to find out, he had let himself in at quarter to three. Jean freaked and was about to "protect my hovel" by beaming G-funk in the head with the empty champagne bottle. Thankfully, they figured out who they were- "You're the Navy guy?" "You're the Army chick?" and they told each other war stories before Jean went back to her mom's.

We hung out a couple of days later, too, which was nice because we had the whole day to just kind of relax. Goddamn, I miss her when she's not here. She's the one who really keeps me sane and grounded and all, better than anyone other than my mom can. We had a weird kind of talk about the shit that's been going down lately. I think I might acutally go and try and get outside help about my reclusive streak- it's gotten really bad. It's to the point now that when the phone rings, I look at it and can't physically make myself pick it up. My heartrate goes faster and I can't breathe easily. It's fucking pathetic. The theory is that now that school is over and work has calmed down, I can find the time to do something about it.

Now I just need a new job. Wheeeeee job search in a depressed market.

So, that's where I've been.

Time to do college apps. Go me.
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Yeah. Merry whateverthehell.

I'm so on the verge of being completely fucked right now.

COMPLETELY. FUCKED.
nirix5: (B-A-N-A-N-A-S)
Q and I went to see Casanova yesterday. That movie is teh shitz. And the period costumes... *drools, eyes roll back in head* The point is, I need some Casanova icons, and I need them now, before I go into some kind of medical shock.

Life otherwise continues on as it has for the past semester. Which is to say, crazily.

Quinn is now living with Christie and her parents, since they are no longer living at the apartment and are in the process of getting a new one. Hams have been thrown out. Angst has been had. Q at least has spectacular shiny garnet-colored knee high goth boots of DOOM with which to console himself. They make him drastically tall. Like, my-eyes-meet-his-chin tall.

Meanwhile, work calls me and tells me not to come in on Wednesday and Thursday. Thursday morning work calls my house fifteen minutes after I'm supposed to be there, wondering where the hell I am. I make frantic calls from the WalMart parking lot to straighten shit out. This is the kind of thing that happens when the bosses forget to talk to each other. I can just see Audra rolling her eyes, somewhere off in the background.

Other work is functioning normally. For them. Bill gave me a New Testament thinger the other day, explaining very nicely that we're all works in progress. John tells me that I don't eat enough, that I eat too much chocolate, that I'm messy and a child and he can't believe that at my age he still has to clean me up when I eat s'mores on break.

(John. HELLO. I was totally going to lick the chocolate off of my fingers; you didn't have to attack me with a wet paper towel.)

Christie and I went skating at Clinton Square a few nights ago. It was fun, if weird. I haven't been on the ice in about five years. Luckily we got to get on right after they cut it, so we had some smooth ice for about five minutes before it got torn to hell. Some random man with a giant fro stood to one side of the rink, exhorting us to "find a corner and claim it, girl. You just claim it. Those hockey brats will cut your ankles off. They go so fast! ...Cut your ankles off."

I did better than I thought I did with finals etc. Grades were:

Psychology: A
Anthropology: A
Special Investigations: A
Ballroom Dancing: A
Algebra: B
Criminalistics: B

Final Average: 3.6
Made the Dean's List. Whee.

Next semester's classes are as follows:

Physics
French I (with Q)
Watercolors (with Q)
History of Western Civilization
Creative Writing (fiction)
Creative Writing (poetry)

The schedule itself sucks; I'm going to be at school from six in the morning to ten at night on Tuesdays and eight something on Thursdays. M,W,F are reserved for work. This whole thing both enables and forces me to move out. So, I'm moving in with Q, Christie, and Gerard at some point in the near future. My mom knows. My dad does not. GAH. Not a conversation I'm looking forward to.

OMG! It's Friday the 13th. Way to be perceptive, Feath.

Christmas
Quinn and I went shopping for everyone on Christmas Eve. This was one of those DOOM holidays for me- i.e., I've never had a serious boyfriend over Christmas. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. How to handle presents? At some point during my minor fit over this issue, Quinn logically pointed out that we should just get a joint gift for each family. (Holdiay splitting! I'm becoming a pro at this! Thank god for different dinner times) For his family we got room scent stuff and a Santa candle. For mine we got a candle in a glass holder and a bag of rocks. The bag of rocks was supposed to be a joke gift, but my mother just went into raptures over it. She loves rocks. Loves them to the point that she moved the rocks from our old house to our new one. It was yay.

Dropped Q off at work on the way home from the mall. Then I collapsed on the couch and took a nap parallel to the Christmas tree, which was taking its own nap on the floor. At some point the tree got put up. At six, I picked Q up from work, came home, decorated the tree, half-watched 1941, and went to church. The pook kid just wanted to sleep. SLEEP!!! HA! Not in this household. He's lucky there aren't any relatives around here; then there seriously wouldn't be any sleep.

Christmas was fun. Got lots of stuff- CSI Season 2 from Q OMGWHEE!!!!! "Tiaras" and a cool royal shirt from Kirstin SQUEE!!!!! Jeannette sent me a giant book of Elizabeth Taylor's jewelry. Kelsey got me a necklace and pickles (which were all eaten in like, two days.) Quinn's mom got me a bouncy Christmas tree candle. There are other things, too, and although I'm looking right at the pile of them, I'm too lazy to list them all. I gave Quinn a necklace and the Skeleton Key ST; he got slippers and gloves from my parents.

We went to Q's mom's house for dinner. It was really nice. Quinn got lots of stuff there, and picked up some stuff that he had left there when they moved. After everything was finished, we went back to my house for Chinese food and zombie movies, which has got to be the best Christmas tradition ever. At some point I made cookies. They were very good-tasting failures, however.

Exeunt Christmas. On to New Year's.

New Year's
Got totally, incredibly wasted. I only remember bits and pieces- mainly, the angst over the fact that they kept moving the damn champagne bottle out of my reach.

Had my first hangover ever.

Hangover aside, I had a great time.

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Is that enough of an update for you? I'm going to start hitting this thing up every day again, or else I won't remember all the crazy things I did when I'm eighty.
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Meh. No time to update, really, plus I hate typing anything here at the office. It's cold and uncomfortable and I can't keep my thoughts straight.

New Years was alot more fun than I thought it was going to be, since I wound up staying home. Andy came over, and Kelsey and I blasted hip hop since Dad wasn't there. Then we blasted Chicago after he got home, and he didn't complain about it! Also, we did some reels around the kitchen. And tried to teach Andy to dance. And watched Resident Evil 2. Danced some more, ate party nibbly food stuff, and drank champagne (I made mom get the Veuve Cliquot, and it was great. Mmmm. I love champagne, kthnxbai.)

Yesterday was alot of fun, too. Kelsey and I went to go see Phantom. Second time for me- I am so buying that when it comes out.

Karen. I totally, totally agree with you. My little problems with the movie were less problems than little snerks.

"Wow! Christine, how did you get on that much dark eye shadow in two twists of the hallway???"

I. Love. Mme. Giry.

And Carlotta rocks my world. "BYEBYE!!!" lol. I have got to get me some Carlotta icons.

I'm going to review it better when I have more time.

Andy came over last night, too, and we watched Shaun of the Dead while we ate dinner. That is one of the best movies I've seen in a while. In fact, I think Mom and Dad are going to go out an buy it. Heheh. Heart zombies.

Notes to myself:
Today: David
Tomorrow: Daniel
At some point: Tom, Oliver
Call the Alicias, GA re: pics
Write down ideas etc. for Umeka-san re: ochaya

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!- re: ochaya *squees*

Scan Bree's thingamajig
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Christmas was great. I love my laid back psycho family, and our laid back psycho holidays.

On Christmas Eve Andy came over, and I made cookies. I make the best cookies on the face of the planet, by the way, even if I do spill the container of oatmeal all over the floor because I don't realize that someone's opened it already. Got that all cleaned up by the time Mom came downstairs. My mom's very nice but I don't think that she thought I was capable of making cookies by myself. At any rate she kept asking if I wanted help in a very concerned, patronizing voice. Andy didn't help; he just kept making veiled cracks about spilling things.

Mom and I babysat for the seven o'clock service at church. Then we came home and decorated the tree (which Dad and I picked up that morning- Joanie's daughter Angie saved one for us. Got hugs from her kids, whom I love but whose names I forget.) I put the lights on the tree all by myself. Kind of. Andy held the string once in a while and laughed at me while I cursed at the damn things. This was all jumbled together with making the cookies, because I was doing both at the same time.

At any rate, we decorated the tree between church services. I wanted to watch the Nutcracker on PBS like we always do, but those whores decided to show the Mormon Tabernacle Choir instead. Pssh. None of us wanted any part of that, so Dad put on Little Feat to cover up the sound of the neighbors yelling.

Then Mom and Kelsey and I went to the eleven o'clock service. We sat right next to Cassandra-who-I-used-to-skate-with, but she didn't recognize me so I didn't have to talk to her. Other than that, there was much hugging and air kissing type stuff going on. Like I don't see these people every week, but whatever, everyone's got their party clothes on so it's obviously special. The only other exciting thing that happened was that I got to carry the wine up to the altar before Communion. This wasn't exciting so much as nerve wracking; I've done lots of stuff in church before, but never that. So I'm walking up the stupid aisle thinking, "What a fucking night to wear heels. If I trip and spill this, I'm turning the fuck around and I'm going to walk out, and never come back." Nothing bad happened. ...This time.

Went home, ate some cookies, and went to bed.

Christmas dawned bright and early at the crack of nine, when I sat straight up in bed and realized that I didn't wrap any of the presents I'd gotten my family. Also, I had no wrapping paper. Or tape.

So, I dug out a couple of gift bags I had lying around. They were kind of beat up but I figured no one would notice. Well, only one was a gift bag. The other one was a bag from Bath and Body works. I wrote inscriptions in all the books I got (The Journals of Lewis and Clark and a Lewis and Clark Saga book for Dad; The Elegant Universe and the Apocrypha for Mom) and jammed them in the bags. One of Dad's books didn't quite fit- the spine was out of the top- so I took it back out and wrapped it in a WalMart bag and put it in again.

I got Kelsey earrings, and had nothing to put them in, so I put them in the box that my spare checks came in. It looked funny under the tree- lots of wrapped presents, and a random box with a picutre of a bank on it that said "Easier Banking With HSBC!" and a "To K From H" scribbed underneath in black magic marker.

Everyone liked their stuff. I liked my stuff. I got my tiara, and Mom got me a random rap CD that she thought I would like because it had a parental advisory sticker on it. Kelsey and I were looking at it like, who is this person? I don't know any of his stuff. Much hilarity.

Dad liked his presents so much that he cried. He does that when he gets every single thing he asks for, apparently.

The rest of the day was spent hanging out in our pajamas. Only Daniel coming over to visit managed to get everyone into proper clothes. (Except me. My feather pajamas rock, and everyone should see them at least once.) Kelsey and I watched ROTK EE and some of the extra stuff.

(Mouth of Sauron? Scary. Drinking games? Awesome. Scruffy Aragorn jumping off the pirate ship? Droooooool.)

Then Andy came over again, we ordered our Chinese food (everyone ordered whatever they wanted, it was great) and we watched the best Christmas movie ever- Dogma.

The past few days have been spent hanging out and doing nothing in particular. Which I've been loving, since although I don't go back to school until the 18th, my vacation ends on Monday. I swear to god, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself until the middle of January. I told Dad I'd work with him, but I really don't want to. I'm just that bored.

As for tomorrow night- who knows? Kate may or may not come up. Lise may or may not come out here. I may or may not leave my house, to go- where? North? Maybe. Out? Maybe. I know what I want to do, but that's not going to happen. I guess I'll just have to wait a few years before I get to go out clubbing or whatever.

Well, Happy New Year to you people.

I just want you all to know that I read all of your journals back through Christmas Eve or so, even if I didn't comment. I read them. Swear. I've been ficcing a litte bit on my sister's laptop, but it's going to be a while before I can post that stuff, since A) we can't figure out how to put in the disk drive and B) even if I could save them to disk, this is a Linux computer and it doesn't match up.

And you will get you Christmas cards. Eventually. When I write them. But I WILL. One day...

In the meantime, take care of yourselves. Don't celebrate too hard, or if you do, make sure you pass out on a couch and not on the floor.

Other than that, nothing new is going on. We're following the tsunami coverage like everyone else. Mom thinks that Soupie's parents are all right; they're in Bangkok, and so are her in-laws. As for the rest of South Asia... Christ, this is just horrible. And it's horrible to watch it unfold, and just be able to turn the channel like it's nothing. It's so bizzare; you get sucked into the heartbreaking stories on TV and in the newspaper, and then you look out the window, and life going on as normal makes it all seem unreal. I feel very unsettled right now. Shit. I give them my prayers, and as soon as I get my paycheck, I'll give them some money too. Other than that... Sometimes I hate the world we live in. Sometimes I love it. Always, it amazes me. It's even stranger now that I've realized that one day, I'm going to die. Everything has seemed odd, these past couple of weeks. Should make for an interesting near future...
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...although not intentionally. I guess it's really because I'm wearing this black button up shirt that I just bought that really seems like something she would or has worn before. However, squinting at the computer screen and getting fed up with humanity in general are also adding to the Sara-ness.

(Can you tell I've finally finished my Christmas shopping?)

Spent horrendous amounts of money. I hate Christmas because the way my bank account balance gets cut in half in one fell swoop always makes me sick to my stomach. Which wasn't helping things generally, since I've been really sick the past couple of days with this horrible stomach virus. Bleargh.

So, yeah, hi, I'm really kind of poor, even though another four hundred dollars hits my account tomorrow from my TAP check. However, most of that money is off limits, since it's for books and what have you.

Also, I have a new Christmas tradition. I like to call it the "Feather Writing Her Christmas Cards and Sending Them Out On The 26th Of December" tradition. I'm sure that all of you brilliant flist people can figure out how that one works. It's going to be a big hit, right along with the "Getting Chinese Food On Christmas Because No One Feels Like Cooking This Year" tradition, and the "Going To Go See A Movie On Christmas Day Since Heather Figured Out That The Movie Theaters Are Open That Day And There's Nothing Else To Do" tradition.

Anyway, I'm probably not going to be able to get on until after Christmas, so Merry Whateverthehell. I hope Grissom comes down your chimneys and leaves lots of Luminol in you stockings. Or whatever toys you wish for the most.

Peace, Love, and all that. Happy Thistimeoftheyear!

Note to self: Coheed and Cambria. Because Shayna used to play it on the way home from work, and I really liked it, but forgot about it until now.

A Favor House Atlantic )
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Okay, you know what sucks? Library computers. I've finally got the pictures of my Arwen costume on disk, and the damn computer's not letting me open them- which is stupid, because they're right there and I can actually see them- but, I can't upload them. Fuckety fuck.

I'll just do it tomorrow when I go to the gym.

...I hope. I'm going to be cutting it close tomorrow. I have to catch the 10:26 bus back from OCC, so that gives me... two and a half hours, roughly, to use the gym. So, an hour and forty five minutes plus shower time. Then I get to go home and get a haircut. Whee! And I'm going to hang out with David around four or so.

Also I get to mail out my Christmas cards.

This week is going to suck in a general sort of way. I have to go out to the mall again to return the jeans I bought yesterday, and pick up assorted presents for the immediate people types. Kelsey's birthday is on Wednesday, too. I took her to see A Series of Unfortunate Events yesterday as an early present, and I got two shirts and the aforementioned jeans at H&M. They switched over to European sizes, which is a pain in the ass. You know, you don't want to ask the sales people since you'll look like some kind of backwater idiot, but you're like, WTF, 27/34??? Finally grabbed a pair of 33's (read: size 10.) They fit great in the leg but the waist was way, way too big. Something I guess I should be happy about, but hello, if I try on anything smaller I won't be able to get them over my knees. More aggravation then I need right now, but I need new pants desperately.

I went to the store with Mom today and bought Fiona Apple’s Tidal CD because it was on sale for five bucks. Heh. See, if you wait long enough, you can get CD’s cheap. So what, it was eight years or something. Who cares? I love this damn album.

Question- what’s everyone doing for New Year’s? I have no idea what I’m doing yet, but I want to find a party or something to go to. I’ve never been to a New Year’s party that wasn’t family oriented, and while I like having most of a bottle of champagne to myself, it’s getting old. So I’m just curious as to what you guys are doing, or if anyone wants to get together or something, since I'm probably not going to Jersey this year.

(Right. I’ve been reading my horrible books again, and want to go out and party. Damn you, Young Adult section at Barnes and Noble. Does anyone else read the Gossip Girl series? Anyone? Or am I just being a weirdo off by myself?)
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“Yee-haw and Merry Fucking Christmas.” ~ Joanie

Merry Christmas and all that jazz. I hope you all got lots of stuff, and ate lots of stuff that you didn’t need to eat, and then went to the movies since that’s the only thing left to do, unless you’re at a family reunion-type holiday thing, in which case you’re probably arguing with someone or other.

The last week and half or so has been somewhat overwhelming. So I’m going to tell you all about it, except backwards from today, since I just want to shout from the rooftops that I am now the proud owner of a Legolas T-Shirt.

There’s something very gratifying about having an androgynous, sexy, beautiful elf with an admirable grasp of the obvious plastered across your boobs. It says something. Something like “I am a fangirl.” *squees* (see also: “I am a dork.”)

We all made out like bandits this year. I got two new sweatshirts and a sweater that’s kind of bizzare but really pretty. It reminds me kind of what the women in Minas Tirith were wearing. Dad picked it out for me when we were getting Mom’s present last night at TJ Maxx. I tried it on while I was wrapping it and it looks pretty good.

Nana got me a Jester hat to wear to the Gathering in Toronto. Never mind that it was last week. Mom told her that I was going as an elf, and she’s all, “Yes! It’s the perfect elf hat! But there’s no bells on it.” Lol. She also made my sister and I a scrapbook of our entire lives to date, which is really cool; there’s lots of pictures in there that I haven’t seen before, and she adds in little comments underneath the pictures like, “Why did they put the flowers in my best pot?”

*dances around happily* But the best present I got was a gift certificate for my bow! Kelsey actually got hers this morning under the tree, but they only had one in stock so I have to wait a week to get mine. Dad won’t let us get the arrows until spring, though, since he doesn’t want anyone getting maimed. *dances again* I am SO EXCITED!!!!

That was all this morning, which began by Kelsey screaming in my ear and waving her bow in my face.

Last night was kind of delusional. We decided to skip church and just stay home instead. Mom started reading that passage out of the Bible that she does every year that we stay home, with the glory unto you blah blah blah except she was using the stupid Good News Bible. So the story was simplified to the point of, “Mary was pregnant. They went to Bethlehem to be taxed. The Angel scared the shepherds. Blah blah, woof woof.” It was incredebly stupid, and we were all cracking up, so Mom finally got the other Bible and read out of that. Rockin’ with the fancy language. Verily I beseech thee, show me the way to Camillus.

Before that I fell asleep during the Nutcracker. I managed to stay awake through most of it, but the Sugar Plum Fairy pas de deux is really kind of tedious. She just does the same thing over and over again to really slow music. The next thing I know Mom is shaking me awake and trying to shove fudge down my throat.

Okay, rewind. Return of the King!

Okay. All I have to say about the movie itself is this: I loved it, however, I think they tried to jam too much into the end, but I also think that the EE will straighten out the end lumps. Pippin rocks my socks. I never paid that much attention to him before, but wow! He’s one of my favorite characters in this trilogy now.

Overload with the eye candy. Had to put up with acerbic comments from Justin telling my not to cream my pants when Legolas came on the screen in a tiara. Bastard.

Legolas was pretty but useless. However, he was pretty but useless in the books too, so I guess in some weird way PJ stayed true to the orignals in that.

Actually getting to the movie a challenge. Eventually we all got there- way after we were supposed to, so we wound up way down in front and on the side- even with Magoo hitting Justin’s car with his truck in the parking lot. My idiot sister insisted that she had to buy popcorn and so missed most of the previews. Due to Kelsey, Anastasia, and my mother being in the snack line (the other two trying to talk her out of it) they lost their seats. (Kate let them go to two random guys.) So they had to sit in the first row next to the wall and my mother wound up in the back someplace. She was really pissed about that.

No one got much sleep. Tom crashed on our couch for a while. This was due to the Gathering Ball.

Okay, so, we left B’ville at noon on Tuesday. Drove up to Canada, perfectly fine, okay. When we got the border the customs guy asked us where we were going, and then informed us that our event had started at one thirty and we were just a bit late. Patiently explained that it was a three day thing with lots of events, and we were only doing one and it started at six.

Drove on to Toronto. We listened to Kate’s tape of the “Rite of Spring”- possibly one of the most disurbing pieces of classical music ever written- and got on the wrong highway going north because they don’t seem to label exit numbers in Toronto. Finally got out of the hellish traffic and turned around to drive to Queen Street and find the hotel. When we got there they didn’t check out confirmation numbers or anything, just handed us our tickets and wham! that was it. So we rushed into the bathrooms, changed into our costumes, and headed out to find the shuttle bus but wound up taking a taxi instead.

Costumage: Jim went as a knight of Gondor, Tom went as Aragorn, Kate went as a Modern Elbereth, and I went as Arwen.

Jim’s costume: Handmade chainmail coat (drool) and a cloak and stuff. It was really cute, kind of non-specifiic but really nice. Tom’s costume: Aragorn’s battle outfit, with the cloak, the tree jerkin, and red shirt. His was awesome; it came out really good, especially the tree, which was really impressive, all silver lamé. He had the wig to go with it, which was cool. He really looked like Aragorn :-D Kate’s costume was a bit edgier; a tight, low-plunging blue dress over black leather pants with a rhinestone diadem. She was definetly the hottest thing on the dance floor. My costume was cool too, I guess- Arwen’s dress from the Two Towers, the periwinkle dream gown. It’s really simple, so… yeah. It’s in the movie, if you want to know what it looked like, lol.

So we danced the night away (or at least I did. I danced till I couldn’t lift my feet up off the floor anymore. Hee!) to an awesome band (Glass Hammer.)

There were absolutely gorgeous costumes there, including on Aragorn that was an exact movie replica, down to the embossed plate armor, two girls dressed up as the Argonath, a Sam pulling a Gollum around on a leash, and last but not least CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!!!!! Which was the fucking best part. Oh, that was cool.

Of course, being a schmuck I forgot my camera. Bastards.

The rest of this entry will be finished later, I guess, since my sister and I are off to see Peter Pan now.

Tra la la, all you beautiful people. *blows kisses*
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Yeah, so like, Merry Christmas. And stuff.

And now the apology: ANNA. I am SO sorry I haven't called you yet. Things have been... um... odd. Anyway, if you feel like it and I can steal my mom's car, we can do something tomorrow or the next day. The phone's being stupid again, so, right. Long story. Not for Livejournal.

Anywho, now I'm just chillin. I should probably be writing Christmas hello emails to people, but I'm not quite that motivated. In fact I'm quite distracted by my present- a brand new tiara! We loves it, my precious, yes we doessss.

Small xmas this year. I'm thrilled with the tiara, though- it was the only thing I asked for. Which I guess is a good thing, cause other than that I got socks. Well, more than socks. I got socks, playing cards (with horses on them), an Ashanti CD, and Episcopalian Rosary beads.

I have no clue in hell how to say the Episcopalian version of the rosary. Whoops! Guess that's it for me, I'm damned. (Big suprise, huh.)

On another note, I bought my family cool things. I got my mom clothes and milk handcream that she tried yesterday and really wanted. I made the label say "From Gollum." hee. I got dad a mug that says "I see dumb people" and "Tombstone". And I got Tess two hundred dollars worth of tanzanite jewelry. (From the half off bin! WOO!) Earings and a necklace and a hundred dollars later- I think I'm gonna be sick. I can't believe I blew that much money. Arrgh.

I luuuuuuuv. My. Tiara.

Whee! Christmas! Snow!

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