Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Friday, December 24, 2010

"You're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life..."

Alexa and I are watching The Holiday "together" now: we're each watching it and we synched our "press Play" times so we can comment on it.

Merry Christmas, internet world.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Hello There.

Long time, no see eh?

Let me start this entry with an entreat to my blogmate, Emily. We need a new design. Perhaps something for the holidays?

Anyway. We also apparently have just neglected this blog like you wouldn't believe.

To bring us all up to date, let's do a brief recap of the last 3 months or so. I am still unemployed. To be honest, I haven't looked for a job as hard as I probably should, but there it is. There are times when being unemployed is somewhat handy. Like when the furnace inspector comes to inspect and...do stuff to the furnace. It's nice having me home when my mom is traveling and my dad can't get away from work.

I am also taking a pre-requisite course in Linguistics. It is fascinating. Once this class is finished I'll be starting my Masters in January.
I know, right? Like, real, grown-up college? It's kind of insane.

My mom is home for the holidays, which is nice. She's been gone pretty much the whole year and it's cozy having her around. Of course there are moments when that isn't true. But isn't that how the whole "Mother/Daughter" thing works?

I'll try to be around more. Maybe even with a festive photo or two.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

So there's that

Christmas and New Years and whatever. It happened, it's past.

I'm now currently expressing a serious pet peeve.

I hate it beyond words themselves when people come over to my house to do nothing but sit under blankets. Nay not sit. DIVE UNDER THEM. As if they've never seen a blanket or been warm or produced their own body heat in their entire life. GROW A PAIR MAN. Or wear a sweatshirt or something.

Just get out from under the blanket. You'll live-I promise.

It annoys me immensely. If you want to nap, go fucking sleep at your own house and don't bother me.

You may now return to things that bother me less.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008