After Christmas, Pre New Year's bullshit
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nirix5Christmas 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...
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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Date: 2005-01-08 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-10 09:45 pm (UTC)*jumps hugs xtremeglomps* I'm so glad you're back! *hugs again* And good news, k. I just got the long distance back on my phone this morning. It probably won't go through until midnight or whatever, but I'll give you a call tomorrow night, yeah??? *is insanely happy*
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Date: 2005-01-12 01:50 am (UTC)