christmas eve (sort of)
Dec. 24th, 2006 01:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ontologyI don't know what it was, really: some change in the colour-scheme, some brightening or dimming of the lights, but suddenly and astonishingly Christmas spirit burst into me like flame igniting wax. Despite last night's Omen Of Deep And Profound Ill--the Christmas tree toppled over at two thirty in the morning, with one ornament fatality and several minor injuries reported--things seem to be going rather well, and I am--dare I say it?--Looking Forward. (Also, poking at the presents is always good for the mood, unless one is too easily frustrated. Yay, presents. Mum & Dad, in a typical show of Deviousness, have refused to put tags on any of the presents, so we haven't a clue who they are for. Fortunately, there are plenty of presents from other people--grandparents, family friends, and the like--and I've got my own little store of things from lady_moriel and midenianscholar to puzzle over. lady_moriel = BEST PRESENT ADDRESSER EVER. Except for the one time Dad gave his parents a fruitcake 'from Beelzebub'.)
Well, tomorrow morning--today, actually, as it is one thirty in the morning now--we are piling in the Gigantic Van and driving at not-exactly-breakneck speed towards The House Of The Aunt, where my cousins and I will recommence whatever insanity we didn't finish properly with last time we saw each other (which will probably involve making a short film of some kind, likely starring action figures), eat pizza, and commence Not Sleeping At All In Any Way Except For That Brief Bit At Four Or Five When Our Tongues Have Begun To Ache From Talking.
Hopefully I will have shed this cold by Christmas, at least. I sound like a complete and utter prat whenever I talk and I am beginning to want to rip out my vocal cords and start over again. Also, I have been wearing an inordinate amount of makeup as my upper lip has got a vivid red patch that eerily resembles a Hitler 'stache. ...Which, yeah, wrong.
P.S.: D'you know what I want for Christmas? PLUTO. ♥
(AND I SAW TWO EPISODES OF MONTY PYTHON TONIGHT. EEEEE. *goes to bed*)
lady_moriel and midenianscholar to puzzle over. lady_moriel = BEST PRESENT ADDRESSER EVER. Except for the one time Dad gave his parents a fruitcake 'from Beelzebub'.)Well, tomorrow morning--today, actually, as it is one thirty in the morning now--we are piling in the Gigantic Van and driving at not-exactly-breakneck speed towards The House Of The Aunt, where my cousins and I will recommence whatever insanity we didn't finish properly with last time we saw each other (which will probably involve making a short film of some kind, likely starring action figures), eat pizza, and commence Not Sleeping At All In Any Way Except For That Brief Bit At Four Or Five When Our Tongues Have Begun To Ache From Talking.
Hopefully I will have shed this cold by Christmas, at least. I sound like a complete and utter prat whenever I talk and I am beginning to want to rip out my vocal cords and start over again. Also, I have been wearing an inordinate amount of makeup as my upper lip has got a vivid red patch that eerily resembles a Hitler 'stache. ...Which, yeah, wrong.
P.S.: D'you know what I want for Christmas? PLUTO. ♥
(AND I SAW TWO EPISODES OF MONTY PYTHON TONIGHT. EEEEE. *goes to bed*)
