Back….. ow…… headache. I think I have a cold. But I had fun. Wheeeee!
Alrighty. Presents are wrapped and under the tree, I’ve seen Alison and Clara for card and gift swapping and nattering, and we have a girls night planned for Thursday. I’ve shopped like a mad-shopping person with my brother (hee!) and generally had fun. Went to the Carol service with Mum and Dad and sang with much enthusiasm. Erm. And I think that’s about it so far. Shall be going shopping withon Wednesday (or sitting in a cafe or pub if nothing’s open *g*) and visiting on Friday. But now I should really go to bed. HAPPY CHRISTMAS! Wheeeeee!
Wow. Very very very tired. Not that that’s anything new recently. *g* But anyway, the work ‘do’ last night was a good ‘un. I had fun being the tweedy librarian (complete with frumpy plaited wig) who turned out to be the illegitimate daughter of the murder victim and a Cardinal. Heehee! Hope my piccies come out well. And today, it’s snowing. Luvverly. Just hope the weather doesn’t delay the trains any. If all goes well, I should get down to Hastings for 8:30pm. Hooray! I’m down there til Sun 30th, so I’m pretty well weighed down with my rucksack, shoulder bag, big placcy bag full of presents, and my clarinet. Fingers crossed that I’ve got some xmas music hanging around at home for me to play. Heheh.
Oooo, mince pies. And hot chocolate with marshmallows! Yum!! I do like working here :-) People are popping in and out today…. those who aren’t working seem to be using the office as a drop off point for their christmas shopping. LOL. Advantage of being in the middle of town, I guess.
Oh, right, and I got a Livejournal account for myself. The idea of it was so I can respond to other peeps’ LJs, but I may occasionally ramble there too. In fact, I already have. Ho hum.
Whoops! Not dead or missing. I just kinda forgot to blog. Still somewhat out of it cos of these meds. Did I mention my almost complete inability to be awake? It’s making the work thing a little problematic. But on the plus side, I got the money thing all sorted out. Woohoo! Christmas presents are pretty much sorted, I’m looking forward to the work Christmas-Murder-Mystery-RPG dinner on Friday night (I have the ugliest costume… it’s brilliant!), and my hair is freshly black, red and chin-length. Ooo, and cos I can’t eat half the time, I seem to be losing weight. Clouds, silver linings, blah blah blah.
Must dash now…. gotta go into town to get something from the chemist for this oh-so-fun nausea, and to find something for Miss Meghan since it’s her 18TH BIRTHDAY. Previous shopping plans were nixed by aforementioned nausea. I will be well for Christmas, I will I will I will!
You know when I said I was gearing up for Christmas? Well, I just shifted back into neutral, due to extreme no-money-ness. So I get paid on the 20th, which is good for the present buying situation, but horrible for January since I won’t have any money to get me through that month either. Argh! Something has to be done, here. I actually wish I could move back home. Why did I not move back home when I finished college?! (Oh, right, cos I wanted to have my own place. Right then. Cos that worked out so well.) ARSE! Have to try and sort something out tomorrow. Feh.
I live in a fictional world of spies and blonde women with ridiculous names, and I like to give people plenty of options. Although whether they’re villainous is not optional.
(My answers suggest a correspondence of 79% to The James Bond Villain Personality Test.)
40% – 50% (Aggressive)
Pissed off and not worried about showing it.
You’re socially dysfunctional and ready to stand up for yourself. Not the senseless psychopath you *could* be, but not prepared to take shit.
Right then. I’m gearing up for Christmas. *g* Christmas cards are waiting to be written, and I’ve even bought a couple of pressies. Don’t have to get anything for my Granddad, cos Mum’s taking care of that. *sigh* Can’t get him anything really present-like, see – he won’t use it. Instead we have to get copies of the clothing he already has so that my aunt can rotate clean stuff for him – he wears basically the same all the time purely out of habit and routine, I spose. Altzeimers sucks. But anyway, I won’t be getting pressies for the parents til I actually go down to Hastings, I don’t think – saves on carting stuff down the country.
Alexander’s taken himself off outside. Which is something of an occasion – he’s a very indoor-kitty…. my long-legged furry orange shadow :-) It’s all cold and misty outside, though. Brrrr! And I’ve got to go out soon. Better go get ready, actually.
Oh, but before I do, in site-y news,is now all moved in at freedom.freaky. Also, you might notice that intergalactic.nu and birdoftheweb.co.uk (and all sub-sites) are slightly missing – Megs is having server troubles, but they should be back soon *crosses fingers*. As for me, I’ve started doing some updates again, namely to and so far, and the SPIKED Awards should be sorted out soon. I’m also moving Eternal… Literally, but more news on that later. :-) Now I go.
Eh. So, yeah, haven’t been about much. There has been much gazing into space and making of a christmas fairy (for the office tree) out of paper and tinsel instead. The latter was fun at any rate. Oh, and I made out this “Yaaaay/Booooo” list yesterday. Panto season* and all that. Or something:
– I’ve got Christmas off work and can go home for the week.
– Bacon butty. Mmmm.
– Buffy season 6 rocks. And has naked Spike. Heheheheh.
– Prozaaaaaaac. *g*
– Christmas decorations. Wheeeeee!
– Kitty cats. Tiny tabby fluffy ones and large orange leggy ones :-)
– My focus customer is now unfocused! (ie. problem solved)
– The train company sneakily changed the timetable again, cancelling the train I went to catch to work this morning.
– I feel like death cos I’ve got used to working the late shift and my brain thinks it should still be asleep.
– No new Buffy for at least a month, maybe more.
– I have to get up at an inhuman hour again tomorrow morning. And the day after. Ugh.
– Depression. Which is depressing. By definition. Blah.
– No work to do. Very bored.
– Need to do website updating. Can’t be bothered.
And that’s about it, really. And now I’m off, believe it or not, to get an early night. Yes, I’ve actually somehow acquired the will to prise myself offline before 3am. No idea quite how it happened, but at least I might get some actual sleep in. Go me.
*It’s behiiiiiind yooooou!
If I was a work of art, I would be Salvador Dali’s Persistence of Memory.
I am a surreal landscape composed of several disjointed and bizarre components. I like to keep an eye on the time, although the very concept is fluid for me. People are never sure what they are seeing when they look at me.
Which work of art would you be?
via Megs. And oddly accurate. Heh. Not to mention one of my favourite pictures. I like Dali in general, though.
Hailing from sunny Transylvania, your first blood-related incident was when you stabbed a servant girl in the face with a pair of scissors for underperforming. Some of the red spray landed on your hands, and as you washed it off, you noticed that it left your skin fresh and young looking. From then on you were convinced that the blood of young girls was the secret to eternal youth.
Rather than killing girls outright by stabbing them or slitting their throats, you enjoy torturing them for weeks on end by pricking them with needles or prodding with sharp spikes – all to bathe in their blood. You’ve killed over six hundred women, all without raising a peep from the authorities.