Christmas came! And passed. Much too quickly. I'm somewhat upset about not being able to go around singing Christmas Carols at the top of my lungs without getting strange looks from people. But it is rather nice to not feel guilty about listening to music that is not Christmas themed. So I am pulling out my favorite bands again. Dr. Dog, Cold War Kids, Anberlin, Switchfoot - it's fantastic. And, at the moment, binging on folk music.
But, as happy as that makes me, I want to go home. See, the thing is, I'm stranded. Stuck might be more accurate a word, but Oh Well. Half way through Christmas day (while I was in the process of writing down all of the publishers belonging to my books), The Boy showed up to take me to his house. We winded up playing Scattegories and Apples to Apples until one in the morning. Which meant that my ride home was mucho tired and I got to stay the night. Cool, okay, I can crash here.
Then, today, it begins snowing while he was at work. I had stayed so that he could take me out shopping for something after work. Now, we live an hour away from each other, so, when snow began coming down, and his parents who used to live in a snowless Florida began freaking out... I was doomed to stay. So here I am, wanting to go home and paint.
So instead I blog. Brilliant, I know. But since I was on the computer playing on Youtube anyway, I figured, why not.
This is what I am listening to, by the way. Good stuff. But not the song I was looking for. Merrrrrr.......
You know, I could be productive and write something. Or read the book sitting in my bag that I NEED to finish. But wait, BAHAHAHA. Me? Do something productive? Nahhhhh. That's silly. (Remember, I like to procrastinate.Being productive is as likely to happen as me having musical ability is. Possible, but not too probable)
I just realized, I am the only girl in this house. Besides the mom. Three boys. No wonder I feel like I'm going slightly insane. Too much testosterone. Which is not sexist by the way. Too much estrogen makes me really tired and worn out.Video games and angry games of Monopoly and really weird singing... Yeah. Not stuff I am that used to. For various reasons, but still. It's getting to me.
The snow is really pretty though!! I want to go out and play in it! One problem though. I came here wearing fake Toms shoes, so I might as well go out barefoot. Lovely. We tried to solve the lack of snow stuff problem with fun results. The one Bro, I fit in his jeans.
Nothing too special, right? He is probably a foot taller than me and not exactly fat. I'm short and my love of food shows. But, buuuutttttt.... His pants fit me. Perfectly. It's wonderful! My own pants are so much long -
Bro #2 is singing Hannah Montana. And Dancing. This is hilarious, guys. I wish I could show you. He even has a hairbrush.
I think I will now be social and stop talking to people that, well, I can't see. Not even sure you are actually reading this. And if you actually are Hello =) But, goodbye! I'm off!
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Christmas is in a week. I have yet to get most people gifts. This also includes obtaining the necessary supplies to make people things. As I am finding that I can spend twenty minutes painting something, spend a total of five bucks (at most) and viola! the perfect present. Problem is, I have no money (I kid you not. I have absolutely NO money) until Friday. Friday, I have my sister's birthday party. Then Saturday I have a trip to the City. Sunday I have something. I forget what, but you don't plan on stalking me, so it matters not. I pretty much have Monday and Christmas Eve left to shop and make stuff.
I really don't care that much by the way. I now have an excuse to lock myself in my room blasting Christmas music and getting paint EVERYWHERE.
I love painting. I love mixing colors and playing with textures and having little dots all over my hands and my pants. I love creating things. I love watching how the same colors put together can give off a dark mood, then I use them again and they are all hopeful and happy. I love the feeling of having accomplished something that I poured part of myself into.
Wait. Wait a minute. This sounds... Kinda like... writing... Hmmm.... (Why am I overusing the wonderful ellipses?)
Funny. Since I am writing again. When I should be doing other things.
1.) Calling the DMV that way I can drive my car. (Oh, yeah, I have a car! It's white and has a tiny crack in the windshield. And has an automatic seat that creeps me out and makes me squeal. There are dents all over. Basically, I love it!)
2.) Taking a trip to my high school that way I can send my transcript to my college and maybe, I don't know, attend classes!
3.) Sew the bag I'm making for my sister's birthday. Which is, heh heh, tomorrow.
4.) Do my laundry - I'm in serious need of socks and underwear. Things I can't wear for five days in a row.
5.) Clean my room. A tornado did not hit it, so I shouldn't confuse people.
Actually, I should probably end my babbling now so that I can get at least one of those things accomplished. Maybe. If not, I can do it tomorrow, right? =)
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Three weeks until Christmas is here. I have three weeks left to stress out about presents and money and finding the thing I need to get my license that way I can drive the car I found (only 400 bucks. If we didn't know the person who owns it, it would be 1600.) to the college I have applied to.
But, to take the stress down, I only have five books left before I hit the 100 mark for this year. My goal had been 75. So this makes me very happy and gives me some happiness in all the wonderful stress accompanying me everywhere. And I mean it when I say everywhere. I used to destress during showers. Oh no! Not anymore! Now I am fretting over what to say to whom about various things and what to do about what and buy this for this person and crap, I get paid twice this month and the one paycheck goes entirely to a car - ALL I WANT IS TO LAY IN BED AND READDDDDD!!!
Then my laptop broke.
Which was entirely my fault. I kinda might have forgotten it was open when I tackled someone and then in the process tackled the laptop and now the screen is really cool looking but entirely useless. Like the cookie I burned the other day that looked like Maine.
I had been using it (the laptop, not the cookie) to keep track of the many books I have out from the library and so when it broke and I couldn't, I freaked out. Even more so once I discovered that all the library receipts had disappeared. And... and... the car broke down. So the books due that day couldn't be returned. I really really needed to be able to just sit down and read. Or write. But people wouldn't let me read and none of my characters would cooperate.
Thankfully, I have my job to go to every morning.
I know. Le gasp. I like my job. Actually, I don't like it. I LOVE it. I get to play with little kids and get paid for it. And now that it's the Holiday season, I get to have fun singing Christmas songs with them and painting their hands to make little Manorrahs... Menorahs... Yeah... And we make holiday themed foods (like latkas. i love latkas). It's fantastic.
So between that, the books I smuggle in (while on dates and every time I am being driven somewhere -besides insane), and being able to belt out Christmas songs at the top of my lungs, I can handle the stress. Well, no. That's a lie. The whole presents thing haunts me, but, that's fine. It's the only way I will be able to chip away at the list of people to buy/make stuff for anyway.