Knick Knacks

God I hate Knick Knacks! Even the word, it's like it gets stuck in your teeth on the way out, like a seed and you spit it out. I JUST WANT TO SMASH ALL CUTE LITTLE ITTY BITTY ANIMAL FIGURINES. Just split 'em to bits.

Anyway.

It's the Eve of the Eve of Christmas. You know those movies about the insane relatives that come to your house and tell really embarrassing stories about how one parent or another almost drowned when they were four. Surprise! "So if that had happened, you would never have been born Kate." It's good to know that at least some of Hollywood is based on fact.

But to all, I'd like to wish a Merry Christmas. And to all that don't, Happy Holidays. And to all that don't acknowledge, Happy Winter Break/ Paid Holiday. And who all that... BA HUMBUG!

Wear flannel, snuggle lots, watch Elf on AMC, and go decorate a tiny sapling with one huge red ornament.

And listen--

I love you.

I'm Melting!

Wrapping holiday presents late at night makes me feel elfish.

"And then I just showed up, they were all standing there plastered, the music was terrible. So I dropped trow and ran through yelling 'I've got the GreeeeeeeeEEeeen BeaaaAAAnnnnn Casseroollllllleeeeee!!' and they were staring at that, and it was green. Hopefully they will now appreciate the Holiday dinner party."

So far, I got The Graduate! and Henna for Christmas so I can go about crossing them off my list. However, my good will toward men is slowly degenerating.

"It's like I was playing some kind of game, but the rules don't make any sense to me. They're being made up by all the wrong people. I mean no one makes them up. They seem to make themselves up."

Sincerely,
College

Don't Lick That!

'tis the season for A Christmas Story.

Day Three of being stuck at home. Not counting Wednesday, even though I should count it.

Congratulations are due, I taught myself guitar.
Every time someone else would try to teach me it by telling me what to do their instructions just sort of whizzed over my head, you could hear them, passing by as my eyes glazed over and I became internally engrossed in my own thoughts. I don't take spoken direction well.
But, ye gads! I can read guitar chords! And I even tuned the ancient Yamaha!

So, I haven't completely wasted my free time. I holiday decorated too. AND had a wild rumpus in the snow... all by myself. Dammit. But I really need to go Christmas shopping for the ones I love... most of the time. Which means a trip away from home! Yay!

My grandmother is moving in- to town- not into our home. I've never had a relative close by before. It'll be... interesting.

Speaking of Christmas, this is my Christmas list, even though it's like a week away now. Snuck up on me.

Henna

Indoor Soccer shoes that fit, my old ones are tiiiiight

Beach House CD and or Iron & Wine CD- since I'm missing those in my pitifully small collection

Skis!

Well I mean, I really REALLY need my own laptop

Snow?

The Graduate (So here's to you, Mrs. Robinson)

All Seasons of Freaks and Geeks

Some clothes! But I'd rather buy them on my own.

Peace on Earth

Good will toward men

A pet Nautilus

Tickets to go see Macbeth at the Shakespeare Theater

Curtains

The following books:
The Threepenny Opera
Water for Elephants
Pride and Prejudice and ZOMBIES
The Eyewitness Knot Tying Book -- What? Knots are... cool.
The Little Prince
Girl Who Kicked...
Girl Who Played..


And this-- Quack

Everything is Illuminated

Or it was slightly, fleetingly illuminated, a break in the clouds, the flash of a camera.

Deep breath. Done.
Prediction of snow: high.

Exams this week were hard. I was highly disappointed in myself. Of course, the irony of being disappointed in oneself is that you are the only change in your life when it comes to the will. You have to have will to do things. Things like study and get good grades. Somehow I'm losing the will. Sigh.

Anyway, Calculus and BIO 101 Exams = failure.
English, no exam --yet.
AP Art-- pretty sure my instructor wants to strangle me.

But today is another day, in which, after my Calculus exam I went home and passed out for three hours, because unfortunately I set my alarm on my phone wrong and didn't wake up to go to English. I can make it up, I just hate missing that class because it's my only surviving A. That and English is greeeeaaaat.
So I woke up, pulled my running clothes on and went for a run. Then I ran into my coach because she was running too. Went to Baine's. Hung out. Rented a ton of movies. Watched Sweeney Todd while eating chili (never EVER a good idea).
Now I just have my Shakespeare paper and a bunch of AP Art Homework to do and I'm free at last.

And, my college hunt just turned south for a little while after I got a letter from SUNY-ESF, stating that, no- I did not get in, that my application had been pulled for lack of information. Which, led to a mental breakdown for 10 minutes as I franticly tried to call the Undergraduate Office, which I finally reached and explained that I didn't realize I was missing anything. So, apparently they're reopening my file. Which is good news.

I still have the rest of Hamlet to read and I'll probably not have soccer this weekend, even though I was looking forward to it. Snow bound!

I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me harassed,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.

I wake up and the phone is ringing,
Surprised, as it's early.
And that should be the perfect warning,
That something's, a problem.
To tell the truth I saw it coming,
The way, you were breathing.
But nothing can prepare you for it,
The voice, on the other, end.

The worst is all the lovely weather,
I'm sad, it's not raining.
The coffee isn't even bitter,
Because, what's the difference?
There's all the work that needs to be done,
It's late, for revision.
There's all the time and all the planning,
And songs, to be finished.

And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
Till the day it stops

-Someone Great
lcd soundsystem