The cars are broken. Again. Dad is having a conniption and it appears that it won't slow down anytime soon.
That stupid pipe came loose again in the basement and now water has leaked liberally across the floor. Mom and me added towels to the melee, but it still claimed my nice warm socks off my feet.
I have to cram everything I want along into the suitcase today but I can't pack until the last thing is bought today-I may be packing this stuff next year if this keeps up.
Not much else is going on around here; the house is sort of quiet today. The tree is silently praying that someone will water it (no one has) and the little dog is praying that someone will have mercy and let her out of the kennel so she can parade around and look important.
I think I'll go watch Stargate Atlantis since there's not much going on around here.
Cheers,
Bec
31.12.07
28.12.07
Don't Know What To Say
Yesterday would have been your typical day had I not turned on the news in the morning. As of this morning, all hell is breaking loose in Pakistan due to the assassination of Benazir Bhutto.
I have run out of things to say about this topic; I hashed it out thoroughly with my sister. But obviously I didn't even understand the implications of this extremely powerful woman's death on the world. If the Middle East was ever going to be stable anywhere, it's now been put into serious jeopardy by one idiot blowing himself up and ending her life with his own.
The world is a messy place; I realize that more than some. But it's for fools like that guy, that one guy who blew up a chance to fix the world; that one guy could have started Pakistan on a path that could lead to nuclear war, something we've all feared since the damn nuke was invented.
Or let's just blame the guy who invented nuclear weapons in the first place. Whatever. The world is a less stable place than it was before yesterday.
Now I fear getting on the plane next week not because it might crash, or because I'm afraid of being that high up over that much ocean. I fear something else that I thought I no longer feared; I thought it was far away and remote.
Clearly I was wrong.
I, like the rest of the world at this moment, mourn the death of hope in the Middle East. I mourn the death of what might have been. I mourn her.
I have run out of things to say about this topic; I hashed it out thoroughly with my sister. But obviously I didn't even understand the implications of this extremely powerful woman's death on the world. If the Middle East was ever going to be stable anywhere, it's now been put into serious jeopardy by one idiot blowing himself up and ending her life with his own.
The world is a messy place; I realize that more than some. But it's for fools like that guy, that one guy who blew up a chance to fix the world; that one guy could have started Pakistan on a path that could lead to nuclear war, something we've all feared since the damn nuke was invented.
Or let's just blame the guy who invented nuclear weapons in the first place. Whatever. The world is a less stable place than it was before yesterday.
Now I fear getting on the plane next week not because it might crash, or because I'm afraid of being that high up over that much ocean. I fear something else that I thought I no longer feared; I thought it was far away and remote.
Clearly I was wrong.
I, like the rest of the world at this moment, mourn the death of hope in the Middle East. I mourn the death of what might have been. I mourn her.
26.12.07
A Whole Day Spent...
In my pajamas.
Yup, I didn't leave the house all day. Why should I? I have nowhere to go, nothing to do in the outside world.
I DID, however, do dishes, sort of cook dinner, do a load of my laundry and play a nasty game of Dream Chronicles against my sister. I have to kick her butt tomorrow; it will be glorious.
I wasn't idle all day, oh, no. I was just non-idle within the confines of the house.
Nothing else went on today; save that NBC Nightly News should watch how they write their news reports. There was a tiger mauling in San Fransisco's zoo yesterday, and wouldn't you know, it gave other zoos pause. PAUSE? PAUSE? It wasn't a funny incident; someone died from this mauling and two other people were injured, but that didn't stop me laughing at the unintentional pun.
There's nothing wonderful to report; except there's A WEEK TO GO! A. WEEK. TO. GO !!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Cheers,
Bec
Yup, I didn't leave the house all day. Why should I? I have nowhere to go, nothing to do in the outside world.
I DID, however, do dishes, sort of cook dinner, do a load of my laundry and play a nasty game of Dream Chronicles against my sister. I have to kick her butt tomorrow; it will be glorious.
I wasn't idle all day, oh, no. I was just non-idle within the confines of the house.
Nothing else went on today; save that NBC Nightly News should watch how they write their news reports. There was a tiger mauling in San Fransisco's zoo yesterday, and wouldn't you know, it gave other zoos pause. PAUSE? PAUSE? It wasn't a funny incident; someone died from this mauling and two other people were injured, but that didn't stop me laughing at the unintentional pun.
There's nothing wonderful to report; except there's A WEEK TO GO! A. WEEK. TO. GO !!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Cheers,
Bec
25.12.07
Christmas Day (With A Dash of PINK Revulsion)
Here's what I got:
Three pairs of earrings
A battery charger (Mom and me agree that it's too big and we're going to get me a smaller one)
Rechargeable batteries (my digital camera needs them)
Atlantis Season 3 (which I wouldn't have known I was getting if Anna had shut her big mouth last night. She read off the clue, that silly nit, and the clue was "Lost Continent." UM, gee, it could be ATLANTIS?) Anyway, thrilled to bits that I got it, and have already watched some. Probably will watch more tomorrow. GLEE.
Light blue hoodie jumper thing (need one. My old one has the label of DON)
But horror struck at Grandma's house. She pulled a fast one this year.
From Grandma K., I got PINK jammies. PINK. PINK! My barely concealed outrage is at the fact that she didn't get me what I wanted (underwear. Is it too much to ask?)
oH No. SHE GOT ME PINK PJ'S. WHAT AM I,TWELVE?
My grandmother knows very well that at the ripe old age of 21 years, 8 months, and 3 days, I hate pink. I hate pink in almost all its forms. So she gets me something entirely, unabashedly, totally PINK.
I will take blue. I will take red. I will take black. But please, for heaven's sake, I have begged and begged and begged her not to buy me pink and she does it to me at least once every 5 years just to remind me that she doesn't like me.
She also got me a manicure set for traveling and two bottles of stuff that I don't know if I can fit in with everything else.
Except for the PINK (Agh, my eyes!) blemish on my Christmas things have gone rather smoothly. Most of the family doesn't speak to me, so it was mighty peaceful around the relatives today with all that silence.
That's about it. One week to go.
Cheers,
Bec
Three pairs of earrings
A battery charger (Mom and me agree that it's too big and we're going to get me a smaller one)
Rechargeable batteries (my digital camera needs them)
Atlantis Season 3 (which I wouldn't have known I was getting if Anna had shut her big mouth last night. She read off the clue, that silly nit, and the clue was "Lost Continent." UM, gee, it could be ATLANTIS?) Anyway, thrilled to bits that I got it, and have already watched some. Probably will watch more tomorrow. GLEE.
Light blue hoodie jumper thing (need one. My old one has the label of DON)
But horror struck at Grandma's house. She pulled a fast one this year.
From Grandma K., I got PINK jammies. PINK. PINK! My barely concealed outrage is at the fact that she didn't get me what I wanted (underwear. Is it too much to ask?)
oH No. SHE GOT ME PINK PJ'S. WHAT AM I,
My grandmother knows very well that at the ripe old age of 21 years, 8 months, and 3 days, I hate pink. I hate pink in almost all its forms. So she gets me something entirely, unabashedly, totally PINK.
I will take blue. I will take red. I will take black. But please, for heaven's sake, I have begged and begged and begged her not to buy me pink and she does it to me at least once every 5 years just to remind me that she doesn't like me.
She also got me a manicure set for traveling and two bottles of stuff that I don't know if I can fit in with everything else.
Except for the PINK (Agh, my eyes!) blemish on my Christmas things have gone rather smoothly. Most of the family doesn't speak to me, so it was mighty peaceful around the relatives today with all that silence.
That's about it. One week to go.
Cheers,
Bec
24.12.07
ho, Ho, HO
Dad is attempting to put up the tree. Mom is wrapping presents and gave me the evil eye when I walked over there (apparently I'll eat later)
We didn't die from all the snow coming down and Spritey the dog was quite happy to dig her face in a snowbank last night, and I had to wipe her nose off because she was covered in the stuff. Whisper was a little more mature and made me put my boots and coat on last night because I thought she'd tangled the chain. Turns out she was fine and just didn't want to come inside.
Tonight we go to church and then we go to Uncle Eugene's (my father's mother's brother, so great uncle, but he's always been Uncle Eugene) and we eat fish balls! They're this little fried fish things and they are absolutely divine. I eat piles of them like chocolate.
If I could learn how to make them we would never have to attend this party again. I only get them once a year and today's the day! Joy! It's really what Christmas is all about-fish balls tonight, torture from the relations tonight and tomorrow!
One week, three days. Waiting is really, really annoying...can't I just go already?
Cheers,
Bec
We didn't die from all the snow coming down and Spritey the dog was quite happy to dig her face in a snowbank last night, and I had to wipe her nose off because she was covered in the stuff. Whisper was a little more mature and made me put my boots and coat on last night because I thought she'd tangled the chain. Turns out she was fine and just didn't want to come inside.
Tonight we go to church and then we go to Uncle Eugene's (my father's mother's brother, so great uncle, but he's always been Uncle Eugene) and we eat fish balls! They're this little fried fish things and they are absolutely divine. I eat piles of them like chocolate.
If I could learn how to make them we would never have to attend this party again. I only get them once a year and today's the day! Joy! It's really what Christmas is all about-fish balls tonight, torture from the relations tonight and tomorrow!
One week, three days. Waiting is really, really annoying...can't I just go already?
Cheers,
Bec
23.12.07
Snow And Broken Cars
Well, we have been thoroughly snowed. At least a foot, maybe a foot and a half and still falling. It was ankle deep this morning when we plowed through the first time; our tracks were almost filled in by the time we got home two hours later.
I hate winter.
Then, to add to the joyousness of this pre-Christmas slop, though we could barely get the car open this morning much less get the little bugger to run, on the way home the belt came off inside the car and Dad couldn't get to it because the hood was frozen shut. We made it home without power steering. Barely.
Dad is downstairs stoking the woodstove. He has already soundly cursed the car, the snow, and humanity in general, and soon he will bless the tree like he does every year with a pile of curses.
I love Christmas.
Everyone's kind of tired and angry at each other; this is also a pre-Christmas tradition. We all snipe at each other for days before Christmas and then plaster on smiles for the next 48 hours, enough to make our faces crack. Some of the smiles are genuine; most of them are directed at relatives while we pray to heaven above that this year they won't be the jerks they usually are.
This prayer, alas, goes unanswered.
One thing more: Mom apparently has told no one in church I'm going to England. This is going to make things interesting next weekend when everyone finds out and then attempts to waylay me to find out where I'm going, what I'll be doing there, when I'm leaving, how long I'll be gone, if I'm going alone, and what side trips I'll be taking when I am there. Then I have to hear the "Someone I know/I went to someplace close to England/other side of the planet and the accompanying travel disaster/experience/reminder directed at me, in an effort to help.
I will never remember all of this advice from everyone trying to help out. They mean well. I just won't recall any of it when I'm digging my nails deep into the arms of the airplane seat, trying not to think about all that ocean beneath the plane...
Anna is playing that remarkably annoying, perpetually pain-in-the-ass stuffed musical Santa Claus. Have to go rip his sound box out.
Cheers,
Bec
I hate winter.
Then, to add to the joyousness of this pre-Christmas slop, though we could barely get the car open this morning much less get the little bugger to run, on the way home the belt came off inside the car and Dad couldn't get to it because the hood was frozen shut. We made it home without power steering. Barely.
Dad is downstairs stoking the woodstove. He has already soundly cursed the car, the snow, and humanity in general, and soon he will bless the tree like he does every year with a pile of curses.
I love Christmas.
Everyone's kind of tired and angry at each other; this is also a pre-Christmas tradition. We all snipe at each other for days before Christmas and then plaster on smiles for the next 48 hours, enough to make our faces crack. Some of the smiles are genuine; most of them are directed at relatives while we pray to heaven above that this year they won't be the jerks they usually are.
This prayer, alas, goes unanswered.
One thing more: Mom apparently has told no one in church I'm going to England. This is going to make things interesting next weekend when everyone finds out and then attempts to waylay me to find out where I'm going, what I'll be doing there, when I'm leaving, how long I'll be gone, if I'm going alone, and what side trips I'll be taking when I am there. Then I have to hear the "Someone I know/I went to someplace close to England/other side of the planet and the accompanying travel disaster/experience/reminder directed at me, in an effort to help.
I will never remember all of this advice from everyone trying to help out. They mean well. I just won't recall any of it when I'm digging my nails deep into the arms of the airplane seat, trying not to think about all that ocean beneath the plane...
Anna is playing that remarkably annoying, perpetually pain-in-the-ass stuffed musical Santa Claus. Have to go rip his sound box out.
Cheers,
Bec
22.12.07
All Unpacked, And NOW...
Now, I have to start PACKING for the trip. Isn't life sickeningly cyclical? (Dare you to say that five times fast...)
It rained/snowed/gushed ick from the clouds last night, and so today the world looks sort of blah without the snow on the trees.
We're about to get a major snowstorm here-around a foot predicted. First the rain, now this. I hate winter.
Can't think of much else going on. I'm finding tea harder to make when you actually have to heat the water yourself; it's making me miss the cafeteria with its automatic hot water maker. I think I've been spoiled.
Mom and Dad are supposedly going Christmas shopping down south today; that's probably when the stuff for Harlaxton will come out and get sorted. This is going to be a long day...
If we aren't buried in horrible, terrible snow I will write you tomorrow. If not, you know I have eloped with Frosty the Snowman's brother and gone to Acapulco to become an instant widow.
Cheers,
Bec
It rained/snowed/gushed ick from the clouds last night, and so today the world looks sort of blah without the snow on the trees.
We're about to get a major snowstorm here-around a foot predicted. First the rain, now this. I hate winter.
Can't think of much else going on. I'm finding tea harder to make when you actually have to heat the water yourself; it's making me miss the cafeteria with its automatic hot water maker. I think I've been spoiled.
Mom and Dad are supposedly going Christmas shopping down south today; that's probably when the stuff for Harlaxton will come out and get sorted. This is going to be a long day...
If we aren't buried in horrible, terrible snow I will write you tomorrow. If not, you know I have eloped with Frosty the Snowman's brother and gone to Acapulco to become an instant widow.
Cheers,
Bec
21.12.07
Home Again
I have to go unpack the car. The entire trunk and backseat were full of my possessions last night and I wound up in the front smashed between Mom and Dad, who were taking the "family togetherness" thing a little too far. I know they missed me but geez...
So, this morning, I have to get my stuff back in the house...by myself. This could, quite possibly, take all day. Most likely it will. Then we can start on Harlaxton stuff.
I should really get to it-we may need the car later today and here I am holding it hostage with half a dorm room in there.
Cheers,
Bec
So, this morning, I have to get my stuff back in the house...by myself. This could, quite possibly, take all day. Most likely it will. Then we can start on Harlaxton stuff.
I should really get to it-we may need the car later today and here I am holding it hostage with half a dorm room in there.
Cheers,
Bec
20.12.07
Moving OUT.
This room looks like a tornado toured it. There are bedsheets on the floor in a heap, there's my clothes piled in a corner awaiting their next instructions, there's more clothes piled on the dresser and I'm not even going to start on where the socks wound up.
This is called Moving Day, and while it seems easy to just lump up things, throw them in something and off you go, it's a lot more complicated than that because SOME stuff has to be kept SEPARATE from OTHER STUFF. Though those piles have accidentally gotten mixed, I know what goes where, and no interfering people can mess with the system I have set up here.
That means I have my bedsheets in a heap. They will heap on until I get back from going to Walgreens, and until I can set some things straight around here.
I hope no one comes to inspect this room because disaster seems to have struck and it won't unstrike until I get around to fixing it. Probably this afternoon.
One more final and completion will be mine. Math went well; I think I failed it spectacularly. You can never just fail if you're an English major. It's got to have some kick, some pizzazz. Therefore, I didn't just FAIL. I FAILED SPLENDIFEROUSLY.
It's nice to know I didn't just bomb it; adjective use is such a comfort in times like this.
Well, I guess I have to make this place look slightly more respectable than it does at the current time. Maybe. I might heap the sheets more neatly...
Cheers,
Bec
This is called Moving Day, and while it seems easy to just lump up things, throw them in something and off you go, it's a lot more complicated than that because SOME stuff has to be kept SEPARATE from OTHER STUFF. Though those piles have accidentally gotten mixed, I know what goes where, and no interfering people can mess with the system I have set up here.
That means I have my bedsheets in a heap. They will heap on until I get back from going to Walgreens, and until I can set some things straight around here.
I hope no one comes to inspect this room because disaster seems to have struck and it won't unstrike until I get around to fixing it. Probably this afternoon.
One more final and completion will be mine. Math went well; I think I failed it spectacularly. You can never just fail if you're an English major. It's got to have some kick, some pizzazz. Therefore, I didn't just FAIL. I FAILED SPLENDIFEROUSLY.
It's nice to know I didn't just bomb it; adjective use is such a comfort in times like this.
Well, I guess I have to make this place look slightly more respectable than it does at the current time. Maybe. I might heap the sheets more neatly...
Cheers,
Bec
19.12.07
15 Days To Go
Yesterday was a wee bit hectic, but today has been nothing but quiet. I have nothing to do today; no finals. The roommate is packing up her possessions in a partial move out, her new roommate has her small invasion in the corner, and the current roommate's sister is also piling things in here.
Add my stuff and you've got a recipe for broken ankles. Probably mine.
The roommate denies this, but she obviously hasn't known me long enough to know I can trip over nothing in my path and still injure myself. It's a talent.
Tomorrow the Great Migration begins and I will start working harder on that once I've finished the things I wanted to finish today. It's hard to pack when you don't have boxes to pack the stuff IN.
Time to take Ex-PixieStick-Calibur off the wall and give it to my sisters so they can see if sniffing Pixiestick sugar up your nose really does get you high. Ah, the holidays!
Cassie gave me some very lovely presents today, including a tea set that I desperately want to use if only to look high-class. I'm going to be good and not open it.
She also gave me some great makeup so that I can looking absolutely smashing, dahling, overseas. I might actually look like a GIRL at times. Shock, isn't it?
Stargate is having three marathons in a week. Too bad I won't get to watch it on Christmas Day-I'll be too busy enjoying my relatives (snorts derisively)
I think I want a burrito, so I'm going to go up the hill and get myself one.
Cheers,
Bec
Add my stuff and you've got a recipe for broken ankles. Probably mine.
The roommate denies this, but she obviously hasn't known me long enough to know I can trip over nothing in my path and still injure myself. It's a talent.
Tomorrow the Great Migration begins and I will start working harder on that once I've finished the things I wanted to finish today. It's hard to pack when you don't have boxes to pack the stuff IN.
Time to take Ex-PixieStick-Calibur off the wall and give it to my sisters so they can see if sniffing Pixiestick sugar up your nose really does get you high. Ah, the holidays!
Cassie gave me some very lovely presents today, including a tea set that I desperately want to use if only to look high-class. I'm going to be good and not open it.
She also gave me some great makeup so that I can looking absolutely smashing, dahling, overseas. I might actually look like a GIRL at times. Shock, isn't it?
Stargate is having three marathons in a week. Too bad I won't get to watch it on Christmas Day-I'll be too busy enjoying my relatives (snorts derisively)
I think I want a burrito, so I'm going to go up the hill and get myself one.
Cheers,
Bec
17.12.07
Things Are Getting Odd Around Here
I'm starting to feel like someone with a terminal illness. Today I finished work for the semester, and since fall seems a really long way off, it feels somewhat like I'm never coming back.
Ditto on everything else. Your brain starts doing this to you when it knows it's going someplace: Not going in there again this semester...gee, last time I'll see him/her this year...last weekend...(SNIFF)
It's enough to drive a sane person mad. I'm not leaving forever, although everyone is acting like it, and I'm coming back. Mostly in one piece, even.
If a sob fest starts around here I am walking out on it, and don't even get me started on people refusing to understand that next semester I won't be here.
See what I mean? It's like I'm going and no one knows it, so I have to keep telling them I'm going and then they're all surprised. I don't look like I'm going; I don't look like I'm not going to be here, because I'm here now.
Aren't these people going to be surprised when I'm NOT here next semester? Then I'll get back in the fall and they'll all be like, "Where in hell have you been? I didn't see you ALL last semester?"
It's not like most of them care anyway; I'm usually invisible and strangely only become visible when I'm not there. They'll note my absence more than my presence-now isn't that just a cup of fritters?
I should wear a shirt saying I'm leaving town in three days. ANNOUNCEMENT: WILL BE ABSENT FROM YOUR EXISTENCES VERY SOON. ENJOY ME WHILE YOU GOT ME.
KISS ME NOW BOYS; THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE?
WARNING: NOT COMING BACK NEXT SEMESTER?
Because if I have to explain to ONE MORE person that I'm going to be 5,000 miles away in 2 1/2 weeks I am going to scream.
Meanwhile, on the getting things done front, my one paper is half-finished and the other is going to take about 5 minutes. Give me an hour on the story and I'm done for the semester. Joy.
Still debating over whether I should do a reprint of Isolde Diaries, now that the kinks are worked out and all. I have to make this decision before Wednesday because if I'm going to be buying something to keep the pages in I want to get it while I'm buzzing around town.
Should get back to the paper now and get some actual work done on the thing before this "I feel like I have a terminal illness" thing really starts getting to me.
Cheers,
Bec
Ditto on everything else. Your brain starts doing this to you when it knows it's going someplace: Not going in there again this semester...gee, last time I'll see him/her this year...last weekend...(SNIFF)
It's enough to drive a sane person mad. I'm not leaving forever, although everyone is acting like it, and I'm coming back. Mostly in one piece, even.
If a sob fest starts around here I am walking out on it, and don't even get me started on people refusing to understand that next semester I won't be here.
See what I mean? It's like I'm going and no one knows it, so I have to keep telling them I'm going and then they're all surprised. I don't look like I'm going; I don't look like I'm not going to be here, because I'm here now.
Aren't these people going to be surprised when I'm NOT here next semester? Then I'll get back in the fall and they'll all be like, "Where in hell have you been? I didn't see you ALL last semester?"
It's not like most of them care anyway; I'm usually invisible and strangely only become visible when I'm not there. They'll note my absence more than my presence-now isn't that just a cup of fritters?
I should wear a shirt saying I'm leaving town in three days. ANNOUNCEMENT: WILL BE ABSENT FROM YOUR EXISTENCES VERY SOON. ENJOY ME WHILE YOU GOT ME.
KISS ME NOW BOYS; THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE?
WARNING: NOT COMING BACK NEXT SEMESTER?
Because if I have to explain to ONE MORE person that I'm going to be 5,000 miles away in 2 1/2 weeks I am going to scream.
Meanwhile, on the getting things done front, my one paper is half-finished and the other is going to take about 5 minutes. Give me an hour on the story and I'm done for the semester. Joy.
Still debating over whether I should do a reprint of Isolde Diaries, now that the kinks are worked out and all. I have to make this decision before Wednesday because if I'm going to be buying something to keep the pages in I want to get it while I'm buzzing around town.
Should get back to the paper now and get some actual work done on the thing before this "I feel like I have a terminal illness" thing really starts getting to me.
Cheers,
Bec
16.12.07
Six Hours Later...
I worked 6 hours tonight in the library. It was long and tiring but I DID manage to correct the two major mistakes I made with Isolde Diaries, insert some page numbers and put a nice header on all of the pages. This in between being interrupted by patrons as I tried to eat dinner. Oh, well. Comes with the job.
What else? Not much. My roommate is trying to send me into a diabetic coma-so far she's plied me with fudge, a McDonald's apple "this is not pie" pie and now she brought in a trio of cupcakes, taking one for herself. If she keeps this up I'm going to go into sugar shock. I need a drink of water. Excuse me.
Ah, that's better. Anyhoo, the roommate wants to watch Two Towers tonight; I want to watch the extended edition but I know she won't last that long so I'll give in and watch the short version, without all the cool scenes in the middle. Maybe I'll watch Gandalf's battle with the Balrog BEFORE she and I settle to it and that way I'll have seen it. At least I'll get to watch Legolas surf down a flight of stairs shooting arrows all the while like some sort of blonde Cupid from hell. I love that scene...
Gotta go do important stuff that has nothing to do with finals.
Cheers,
Bec
What else? Not much. My roommate is trying to send me into a diabetic coma-so far she's plied me with fudge, a McDonald's apple "this is not pie" pie and now she brought in a trio of cupcakes, taking one for herself. If she keeps this up I'm going to go into sugar shock. I need a drink of water. Excuse me.
Ah, that's better. Anyhoo, the roommate wants to watch Two Towers tonight; I want to watch the extended edition but I know she won't last that long so I'll give in and watch the short version, without all the cool scenes in the middle. Maybe I'll watch Gandalf's battle with the Balrog BEFORE she and I settle to it and that way I'll have seen it. At least I'll get to watch Legolas surf down a flight of stairs shooting arrows all the while like some sort of blonde Cupid from hell. I love that scene...
Gotta go do important stuff that has nothing to do with finals.
Cheers,
Bec
15.12.07
Saturday Is Spent Doing...
I watched tons of Stargate today, more than I've watched in months. I happen to love Stargate very much, but since I sold my DVD box sets I haven't watched it a lot. I am waiting until I have a lot of money saved up, and I'm going to get the full 10 season box set. I want it really, really bad.
Today reminded me why I am still holding out hope that I will get the full DVD set in the next year-this show was good. I watched SG-1 trying to stop an asteroid coming at the earth, and deal with failing engines, a concussion, a leaking hull, meteor showers, and the fact that the rock coming at the Earth wasn't a regular looking space pebble. Oh, and the fact that the bomb wires were ALL YELLOW...heh heh...and a liberal sprinkling of sarcasm and snark to make the apparently ten days spent riding off to save the world worth it.
I have a lot of work to do tonight, and seeing as I just described pretty much everything I did today, I will sign off.
Cheers,
Bec
Today reminded me why I am still holding out hope that I will get the full DVD set in the next year-this show was good. I watched SG-1 trying to stop an asteroid coming at the earth, and deal with failing engines, a concussion, a leaking hull, meteor showers, and the fact that the rock coming at the Earth wasn't a regular looking space pebble. Oh, and the fact that the bomb wires were ALL YELLOW...heh heh...and a liberal sprinkling of sarcasm and snark to make the apparently ten days spent riding off to save the world worth it.
I have a lot of work to do tonight, and seeing as I just described pretty much everything I did today, I will sign off.
Cheers,
Bec
14.12.07
Classes Done...And Now I Have Some Energy...
Got the laundry in, got the carpet vacuumed, got my mailbox cleaned out...
Disgusting that I can't do this earlier in the week, but my energy levels perked up today and while I felt good I got most of the stuff done I still need to do. I still need to do scans of some stuff, return some books to the bookstore...
Hours later, I have watched a whole bunch of Torchwood with one of my friends. We had fun; it was nice to share it with someone.
I have nothing else to say really; tomorrow is a day off!
Ta,
Bec
Disgusting that I can't do this earlier in the week, but my energy levels perked up today and while I felt good I got most of the stuff done I still need to do. I still need to do scans of some stuff, return some books to the bookstore...
Hours later, I have watched a whole bunch of Torchwood with one of my friends. We had fun; it was nice to share it with someone.
I have nothing else to say really; tomorrow is a day off!
Ta,
Bec
13.12.07
Gallumphing To The Finish Line
Why am I gallumphing? Because my knee is back to normal. I am bouncing (bouncing!) up stairs today without any pain or any painkillers at all. It's like being set loose-now my body almost keeps up with my mind!
One week and I'll be getting ready to leave here. One. Week.
It feels like a thousand years till then; I have two papers due next week and all for the same class. Curses. And I thought I'd get a break during finals week...oh, ha.
3 WEEKS TILL MY GRAND DEPARTURE! EEEEEEEE!
I have decided the day will be called either E-day or
Terrified
Airplane
Rider
Does
International
Stuff
Hee hee. Doctor Who reference. I am so hopeless...
I'm in class right now; I should probably be paying attention. Shyeah. I'm being reviewed today and I have not a doggone clue how the class is about to tear my story asunder. I fear the future-the near future. Mostly the next two hours.
Tomorrow I have one last class, and while I want the weekend to be mine I know the papers will loom until I do them and turn them in.
I'd better sign off, seeing as I can't think of anything else to say. I swear that when the England stuff starts, there'll be a mountain of writing but I'm busy and stuff now. And time with my torturous, rotten relatives is still 12 days away, and seeing as I've hacked that particular Godzilla already, I don't see much point in rehashing why I hate those people. Go read November's entries. Then remember that we're in December...la. There you go. It's the same damn thing at Thanksgiving as it is at Christmas. Ignored and everything, but I get presents this time, so it soothes my burned and scorched soul.
Am I bothered? Not at all. As long as I get my fair share at Christmas, nobody gets hurt.
Ta,(my new favorite word and I'm going to abuse it as much as I like)
Bec
One week and I'll be getting ready to leave here. One. Week.
It feels like a thousand years till then; I have two papers due next week and all for the same class. Curses. And I thought I'd get a break during finals week...oh, ha.
3 WEEKS TILL MY GRAND DEPARTURE! EEEEEEEE!
I have decided the day will be called either E-day or
Terrified
Airplane
Rider
Does
International
Stuff
Hee hee. Doctor Who reference. I am so hopeless...
I'm in class right now; I should probably be paying attention. Shyeah. I'm being reviewed today and I have not a doggone clue how the class is about to tear my story asunder. I fear the future-the near future. Mostly the next two hours.
Tomorrow I have one last class, and while I want the weekend to be mine I know the papers will loom until I do them and turn them in.
I'd better sign off, seeing as I can't think of anything else to say. I swear that when the England stuff starts, there'll be a mountain of writing but I'm busy and stuff now. And time with my torturous, rotten relatives is still 12 days away, and seeing as I've hacked that particular Godzilla already, I don't see much point in rehashing why I hate those people. Go read November's entries. Then remember that we're in December...la. There you go. It's the same damn thing at Thanksgiving as it is at Christmas. Ignored and everything, but I get presents this time, so it soothes my burned and scorched soul.
Am I bothered? Not at all. As long as I get my fair share at Christmas, nobody gets hurt.
Ta,(my new favorite word and I'm going to abuse it as much as I like)
Bec
11.12.07
A LA TUESDAY!
I finished a paper today. That's it.
I am becoming terminally lazy, although my knee problem has improved. I think. Guess I'll have to wait and see with it.
Had my last Parks class today, as the teacher is disappearing off to somewhere by Thursday and so she canceled the last class. One less thing to do this week...
Had my last Theory class tonight; got a B- on my first paper from the class. Pretty good, considering I spent 6 days working on the thing.
Not much else to say, so I think I'll end this entry right here.
Cheers,
Bec
I am becoming terminally lazy, although my knee problem has improved. I think. Guess I'll have to wait and see with it.
Had my last Parks class today, as the teacher is disappearing off to somewhere by Thursday and so she canceled the last class. One less thing to do this week...
Had my last Theory class tonight; got a B- on my first paper from the class. Pretty good, considering I spent 6 days working on the thing.
Not much else to say, so I think I'll end this entry right here.
Cheers,
Bec
10.12.07
Monday Means Nothing Gets Done
I have all of two things today, and the first thing doesn't even start till noon. This gives me a license for laziness (when I get to England it'll be a LICENCE. :)
Hence, I am having breakfast in my room today because I just don't want to move. What little supplies I have left are a fairly decent meal, actually, very international: I have salsa and chips (that covers the Southern hemisphere) and then miso soup(that gets the Eastern) and then dried cranberries and biscotti (which gets Europe and North America all in one go.) And orange tea. That gets England (and India if you want to get technical)
So, having created this mishmish international mess, I am going to stuff my face. Have to get rid of this stuff sometime.
We have this week and next week and then about a week until I GO. I stopped having the dreams, but still freaking out a little bit. Everyone who's ever been on a plane is telling me it'll be fine. All I can say is, yeah, and they said the Titanic could float, too. That doesn't mean it did when it kissed the iceberg...
Got my sister's shower basket last night, which makes Dad the last one I have to buy anything for for Christmas.
Not much else going on. I think I'll stay in my pajamas awhile and then maybe I'll shower and dress and meander off to class. No need to rush.
My right knee is complaining a bit but I can make it behave with medication. Thank my personal deity for ibuprofen.
Been writing a bit; nothing useful, really. Just stuff. After finishing Torchwood on Saturday I watched one particular scene again, and apparently it didn't knock me until I watched it the second time round. Let's just say it reminded me again why I watch scifi-because sometimes the characters are more human when they've been messed up by supernatural events. Sometimes the more inhuman the things that happen to them are, the more human they become.
Anyway, I wrote something to try and explain that scene; I can't do it justice but I tried. Words are my venue but sometimes they don't do anything but get in the way.
Ah, I hear Tim the custodian going by with his cart, which means he's finished and I can go take a shower.
Cheers,
Bec
Hence, I am having breakfast in my room today because I just don't want to move. What little supplies I have left are a fairly decent meal, actually, very international: I have salsa and chips (that covers the Southern hemisphere) and then miso soup(that gets the Eastern) and then dried cranberries and biscotti (which gets Europe and North America all in one go.) And orange tea. That gets England (and India if you want to get technical)
So, having created this mishmish international mess, I am going to stuff my face. Have to get rid of this stuff sometime.
We have this week and next week and then about a week until I GO. I stopped having the dreams, but still freaking out a little bit. Everyone who's ever been on a plane is telling me it'll be fine. All I can say is, yeah, and they said the Titanic could float, too. That doesn't mean it did when it kissed the iceberg...
Got my sister's shower basket last night, which makes Dad the last one I have to buy anything for for Christmas.
Not much else going on. I think I'll stay in my pajamas awhile and then maybe I'll shower and dress and meander off to class. No need to rush.
My right knee is complaining a bit but I can make it behave with medication. Thank my personal deity for ibuprofen.
Been writing a bit; nothing useful, really. Just stuff. After finishing Torchwood on Saturday I watched one particular scene again, and apparently it didn't knock me until I watched it the second time round. Let's just say it reminded me again why I watch scifi-because sometimes the characters are more human when they've been messed up by supernatural events. Sometimes the more inhuman the things that happen to them are, the more human they become.
Anyway, I wrote something to try and explain that scene; I can't do it justice but I tried. Words are my venue but sometimes they don't do anything but get in the way.
Ah, I hear Tim the custodian going by with his cart, which means he's finished and I can go take a shower.
Cheers,
Bec
8.12.07
A Bit Depressed
My knees hurt today; not totally sure why. Just another marker of the "You can't go leaping down stairs (or up stairs, as the case may be) or do anything youthful, uh uh."
I can't be happy or joyful or exuberant because THAT might set off some OTHER part that was already bad but I didn't know it yet.
Sigh. I'm whining. What were the good things that happened today?
Finished Torchwood. Jack died again for a couple of days, but true to form he popped right back up again and went after the Doctor at the end of the episode. Ianto showed a bit of guff and shot Owen (Ianto being a gentle, sweet soul 95% of the time, it was nice to see him show some backbone to typical hardnose, angry bastard Owen. I cheered him on)
Gwen was her gentle, sweet self as usual and Tosh was just grateful that Jack actually followed her out of the 1940's instead of staying with his namesake (like it would have done him any good anyway since the guy died the next day and he knew it)
Likely you have no idea what I just said. No matter. It was a great ending.
Didn't do much else today, except I missed going to the movies with my friend and her boyfriend and it was all my fault. Hopefully she will read this and the e-mail I sent and forgive me for being, pardon my French and Gallifreyan mix, a right Rassilon fuckup. I screwed up again. Won't be the first time, won't be the last time. I suck. I'm awful. I'd supplicate in the ancient Greek fashion but my knees wouldn't be able to take it and you'd be embarrassed and so would I.
26 DAYS TILL I GET OUT OF HERE. 26 DAYS :> OY VEY...
Here, I'll do this. I am going to swear in every alien way I can think of, okay? Lets off a little tension, eh?
FRAK (Hate Galactica but love this word)
RASSILON (Doctor Who!)
FRELL (Oh, Farscape, wish I could watch you on American TV)
CHELNAK (OK not really but SG-1 never really HAD one)
And since Atlantis doesn't have one either, we'll just settle for ROD-NEE!
Gotta go. Roommate and I are watching Who.
Cheers,
Bec
I can't be happy or joyful or exuberant because THAT might set off some OTHER part that was already bad but I didn't know it yet.
Sigh. I'm whining. What were the good things that happened today?
Finished Torchwood. Jack died again for a couple of days, but true to form he popped right back up again and went after the Doctor at the end of the episode. Ianto showed a bit of guff and shot Owen (Ianto being a gentle, sweet soul 95% of the time, it was nice to see him show some backbone to typical hardnose, angry bastard Owen. I cheered him on)
Gwen was her gentle, sweet self as usual and Tosh was just grateful that Jack actually followed her out of the 1940's instead of staying with his namesake (like it would have done him any good anyway since the guy died the next day and he knew it)
Likely you have no idea what I just said. No matter. It was a great ending.
Didn't do much else today, except I missed going to the movies with my friend and her boyfriend and it was all my fault. Hopefully she will read this and the e-mail I sent and forgive me for being, pardon my French and Gallifreyan mix, a right Rassilon fuckup. I screwed up again. Won't be the first time, won't be the last time. I suck. I'm awful. I'd supplicate in the ancient Greek fashion but my knees wouldn't be able to take it and you'd be embarrassed and so would I.
26 DAYS TILL I GET OUT OF HERE. 26 DAYS :> OY VEY...
Here, I'll do this. I am going to swear in every alien way I can think of, okay? Lets off a little tension, eh?
FRAK (Hate Galactica but love this word)
RASSILON (Doctor Who!)
FRELL (Oh, Farscape, wish I could watch you on American TV)
CHELNAK (OK not really but SG-1 never really HAD one)
And since Atlantis doesn't have one either, we'll just settle for ROD-NEE!
Gotta go. Roommate and I are watching Who.
Cheers,
Bec
7.12.07
A Quiet Sort of Friday
This seems to be the week for completing things. I'm currently about three hours away from being completed with Torchwood season 1, which means being done for now, anyway. Atlantis has one more episode before their mid-season break, but as I'm going to be away when the next half airs, I probably won't see the end of it until May or June sometime. And Heroes curtained this week for an indefinite period because of the writer's strike, which means that's done for me for the moment.
I have been exceptionally lazy today because I think I needed the break. I've also got Phantom of the Opera on the brain (again), mostly because the handsome guy who heads up Torchwood is also a pretty damn good singer and HE sang one of the songs from it. Now I keep hearing it in my head. I guess I could be hearing worse things...
Meanwhile, working for another hour and a half and then I can watch Atlantis, watch Torchwood, and crash. Sounds like a night in to me...
Nothing much else going on round here. About 26 days to go...
Cheers,
Bec
I have been exceptionally lazy today because I think I needed the break. I've also got Phantom of the Opera on the brain (again), mostly because the handsome guy who heads up Torchwood is also a pretty damn good singer and HE sang one of the songs from it. Now I keep hearing it in my head. I guess I could be hearing worse things...
Meanwhile, working for another hour and a half and then I can watch Atlantis, watch Torchwood, and crash. Sounds like a night in to me...
Nothing much else going on round here. About 26 days to go...
Cheers,
Bec
6.12.07
Early Thursday Morning
I have decided I am losing my mind.
I'm starting to have what you'd call "pre-flight jitters." This means wild, insane dreams concerning me getting left behind at the airport (that was two nights ago), wearing a swimsuit and traipsing around trying to find the International flight desk at O'Hare with people who aren't even going on the flight (this was last night). Stuff like that.
I've only had them two nights in a row, but as my brain is whacko with worries these days they'll probably continue.
Mom, when she hears about this, will tell me to stop worrying. Tell my subconscious mind that, why don't you. I can't shut this stuff off. It's like a fountain of freak-out or something.
I have to go to work in ten minutes. It's my early-morning shift, and it's so dark in this room right now I can't even see the keys I'm typing. How I'm actually getting all this punctuation stuff down is beyond me.
So, inbetween the early morning work and the freaky dreams involving me finding the plane in the hangar and tech guys waving at me (now I KNOW it's a dream) things are starting to get a little strange around here...
Now all I need is an alien invasion ;)
Cheers,
Bec
I'm starting to have what you'd call "pre-flight jitters." This means wild, insane dreams concerning me getting left behind at the airport (that was two nights ago), wearing a swimsuit and traipsing around trying to find the International flight desk at O'Hare with people who aren't even going on the flight (this was last night). Stuff like that.
I've only had them two nights in a row, but as my brain is whacko with worries these days they'll probably continue.
Mom, when she hears about this, will tell me to stop worrying. Tell my subconscious mind that, why don't you. I can't shut this stuff off. It's like a fountain of freak-out or something.
I have to go to work in ten minutes. It's my early-morning shift, and it's so dark in this room right now I can't even see the keys I'm typing. How I'm actually getting all this punctuation stuff down is beyond me.
So, inbetween the early morning work and the freaky dreams involving me finding the plane in the hangar and tech guys waving at me (now I KNOW it's a dream) things are starting to get a little strange around here...
Now all I need is an alien invasion ;)
Cheers,
Bec
4.12.07
Snowstorm
It snowed again today; A LOT. It was the equivalent of having tons of good-quality powder dumped on the world 150 billion times. And yes, it was that bad.
I wouldn't mind if snow and all its wonderfulness dumped on a ski hill and on the wildlife...but not on the sidewalks. If I have to stomp through ONE MORE snowstorm I'm going to scream.
That said, England doesn't have snow at the moment and in fact, they have a magical thing called GREEN GRASS, at least according to the e-mail I received several days ago.
I will write less tonight because apparently my fingers, after a month-long dormancy, have decided that now's the perfect time to complain.
It's really my fault-I just told Mom on the phone that I was fine because Lonie was apparently worrying and thinking I was in pain down here, and not ten minutes later during dinner (right during the mashed potatoes and gravy, actually) the right one seized up and nearly made me drop the fork. It was followed two minutes later by the left one. It's a jealousy thing...
I guess Lonie has amazing predicting powers or I should learn to keep my mouth shut.
We have a presentation tonight; I'm not worried. The groups who have gone before have done terribly; we cannot do much worse. I can only hope pot, hippies, or communes do not come up during the debate. Or whiskey. Or communes where hippies run around and do rain dances and smoke pot.
Oh, and by the way, for all of my regular readers out there (all two of you) Mom loved the gloves and now we'll never get them off her hands. She also has my plane ticket and International Student Card. I got the Letter of Intent saying I wasn't going to do anything naughty in England while I'm there.
I started watching a Doctor Who spinoff called "Torchwood" today. Love it. They took a character that they introduced in the original series that everyone fell head over heels for (pansexual intergalactic playboy from the 51st century. And now he can't die, either, no matter what they do to him) and gave him his own little place to play. He's a bit darker than the old Captain Jack Harkness, but he's still got that damn smirk on his face like Tom Cruise.
I, of course, being the weak female who LIKES pansexual intergalactic 51st century playboys who can't die, fell flat on my face for him, despite the fact that the actor's gay. Who cares? I can still LOOK at him...
All I can say is, I like a man in a greatcoat (it makes him look tough)
Well, my hands are now screaming in protest so I think I'll stop here.
Cheers,
Bec
I wouldn't mind if snow and all its wonderfulness dumped on a ski hill and on the wildlife...but not on the sidewalks. If I have to stomp through ONE MORE snowstorm I'm going to scream.
That said, England doesn't have snow at the moment and in fact, they have a magical thing called GREEN GRASS, at least according to the e-mail I received several days ago.
I will write less tonight because apparently my fingers, after a month-long dormancy, have decided that now's the perfect time to complain.
It's really my fault-I just told Mom on the phone that I was fine because Lonie was apparently worrying and thinking I was in pain down here, and not ten minutes later during dinner (right during the mashed potatoes and gravy, actually) the right one seized up and nearly made me drop the fork. It was followed two minutes later by the left one. It's a jealousy thing...
I guess Lonie has amazing predicting powers or I should learn to keep my mouth shut.
We have a presentation tonight; I'm not worried. The groups who have gone before have done terribly; we cannot do much worse. I can only hope pot, hippies, or communes do not come up during the debate. Or whiskey. Or communes where hippies run around and do rain dances and smoke pot.
Oh, and by the way, for all of my regular readers out there (all two of you) Mom loved the gloves and now we'll never get them off her hands. She also has my plane ticket and International Student Card. I got the Letter of Intent saying I wasn't going to do anything naughty in England while I'm there.
I started watching a Doctor Who spinoff called "Torchwood" today. Love it. They took a character that they introduced in the original series that everyone fell head over heels for (pansexual intergalactic playboy from the 51st century. And now he can't die, either, no matter what they do to him) and gave him his own little place to play. He's a bit darker than the old Captain Jack Harkness, but he's still got that damn smirk on his face like Tom Cruise.
I, of course, being the weak female who LIKES pansexual intergalactic 51st century playboys who can't die, fell flat on my face for him, despite the fact that the actor's gay. Who cares? I can still LOOK at him...
All I can say is, I like a man in a greatcoat (it makes him look tough)
Well, my hands are now screaming in protest so I think I'll stop here.
Cheers,
Bec
3.12.07
Monday
So, having survived the weekend we are now back on this week thing, which is generally a bad idea.
There's a month to go until I leave and strangely a lot of necessary little things have been done that make this month look like a piece of cake compared to the last one. Famous last words-there's GOT to be something I missed.
Heroes just ended, and while Niki's death was a shocker, Nate's was almost a SAY-WHAT? AND HIS MOTHER BLOODY CONDONED IT. MY GOD. I CAN'T BELIEVE HIS MOTHER ACTUALLY...AGH!
Oh, and Sylar has his powers back. Glory be. Adam's buried underground (ha ha) where he can't do anymore harm (seeing as he can't die, I would assume he's stuck there until his cells run out of energy and he does)
My friend wants me to go off somewhere so this entry is going to be frightfully short.
Cheers,
Bec
There's a month to go until I leave and strangely a lot of necessary little things have been done that make this month look like a piece of cake compared to the last one. Famous last words-there's GOT to be something I missed.
Heroes just ended, and while Niki's death was a shocker, Nate's was almost a SAY-WHAT? AND HIS MOTHER BLOODY CONDONED IT. MY GOD. I CAN'T BELIEVE HIS MOTHER ACTUALLY...AGH!
Oh, and Sylar has his powers back. Glory be. Adam's buried underground (ha ha) where he can't do anymore harm (seeing as he can't die, I would assume he's stuck there until his cells run out of energy and he does)
My friend wants me to go off somewhere so this entry is going to be frightfully short.
Cheers,
Bec
1.12.07
I Hate Snow.
Aw, you say. It's only December. Are you saying that you are sick of winter ALREADY?
YES. I AM. After stomping through an inch of it to get to the bus, stomping through an inch and a half of it to get into the mall, being covered with tons of it waiting for the bus again, and then stomping through 3 INCHES of it to get BACK to the DORM, I can safely say I hate it.
I was only gone for an hour, but because of the Instant Winter Wonderland out there (and the fact that most of lower campus' sidewalks haven't been PLOWED) I wore myself out trying to get back here.
I only bought the one thing-Dad got me back late last weekend and so Mom didn't get her thermal gloves like she wanted. I said I would get them, provided she could wait a week. So today was the day. I went in there thinking it'd be a quick five minutes in and out, but the women's gloves in the style I wanted were A) too light-colored (dark is better in these cases. Gets dirty just like others but if you can't see it it's not there) B)too darn small. If my hands won't fit them how the heck will hers?
So, I decided, head for the men's section. Mom doesn't care. She'll wear whatever as long as it isn't stamped with little printed deer or something.
And lo and behold, I found an absolutely, positively smashing pair of BLACK! gloves that are guaranteed to have her hands warm in two minutes flat. I actually found a pair BETTER than mine, if you can believe it. These are supergloves. And they fit my fingers so nicely I almost wanted to swap mine for them.
She'll be so pleased she will never give these up. I done good. :) It was almost worth battling the Snowflake Armies to get them.
I also found out holiday shoppers are idiots. Id-ee-uts. They don't move, they meander. They don't walk straight if they're talking on a cell phone. Excuse me doesn't enter into their vocabulary. And for heaven's sake, they walk the wrong way down the aisles in the mall. HELLO? If everything's coming at you you're headed the wrong way.
They, however, look dumbfounded that everyone seems to be coming at them.
I dealt with them again for an hour today. God bless their little commercialized hearts. If they ever wake up, get off the phones, and actually walk down the right side of the hallway at a speed faster than slo-mo, the world may indeed come to an end.
Well, that's about all the whining I have to do for today. Once I get through to Mom I'm going to mail her these beauties...although I wouldn't mind seeing the look in her eyes when she opens the package...
Cheers,
Bec
YES. I AM. After stomping through an inch of it to get to the bus, stomping through an inch and a half of it to get into the mall, being covered with tons of it waiting for the bus again, and then stomping through 3 INCHES of it to get BACK to the DORM, I can safely say I hate it.
I was only gone for an hour, but because of the Instant Winter Wonderland out there (and the fact that most of lower campus' sidewalks haven't been PLOWED) I wore myself out trying to get back here.
I only bought the one thing-Dad got me back late last weekend and so Mom didn't get her thermal gloves like she wanted. I said I would get them, provided she could wait a week. So today was the day. I went in there thinking it'd be a quick five minutes in and out, but the women's gloves in the style I wanted were A) too light-colored (dark is better in these cases. Gets dirty just like others but if you can't see it it's not there) B)too darn small. If my hands won't fit them how the heck will hers?
So, I decided, head for the men's section. Mom doesn't care. She'll wear whatever as long as it isn't stamped with little printed deer or something.
And lo and behold, I found an absolutely, positively smashing pair of BLACK! gloves that are guaranteed to have her hands warm in two minutes flat. I actually found a pair BETTER than mine, if you can believe it. These are supergloves. And they fit my fingers so nicely I almost wanted to swap mine for them.
She'll be so pleased she will never give these up. I done good. :) It was almost worth battling the Snowflake Armies to get them.
I also found out holiday shoppers are idiots. Id-ee-uts. They don't move, they meander. They don't walk straight if they're talking on a cell phone. Excuse me doesn't enter into their vocabulary. And for heaven's sake, they walk the wrong way down the aisles in the mall. HELLO? If everything's coming at you you're headed the wrong way.
They, however, look dumbfounded that everyone seems to be coming at them.
I dealt with them again for an hour today. God bless their little commercialized hearts. If they ever wake up, get off the phones, and actually walk down the right side of the hallway at a speed faster than slo-mo, the world may indeed come to an end.
Well, that's about all the whining I have to do for today. Once I get through to Mom I'm going to mail her these beauties...although I wouldn't mind seeing the look in her eyes when she opens the package...
Cheers,
Bec
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