Christmas elf

[impy]

So, Christmas gift giving is pretty much over. Can't say there weren't surprises [a little bottle of Kahlua with my name on it for one. Score!] and that I didn't feel kind of bad for the boy. On the other hand, I figure I sort of bought the majority of my own presents this year too, and none of mine were half as cool as an X-Box. But I still feel a little guilty that he got me two and a half excellent gifts and I got him one. [He got me Mean Girls complete with burn book. ^_____^ and yes, it is that happy making. and the aforementioned kahlua] On the other hand, I did give him candy and ended up wrapping his stuff from Dad, who spent a small fortune on bedding. *shrug*

Those who wonder about loot can stop wondering in a moment.
Heidi! Thank you! *hugs* She's so cuuuuute! I love her dearly, and you even more. :D

Okay. More loot.
- MyScenes: Miami Nolee from Heidi [and Mom, so now I have twins. Hee!]
    Club Birthday Madison, Nolee [!], and Barbie
Getting Ready Delancey & Ellis with kittens!
Nolee's W2 Skate Outfit
Stuff for Alice & company:
-   These weire overstuffed chairs that I hope they can use. If not, well, I can sew just badly enough to fix up the stuffed parts, I think.
- A Barbie bedroom set.
- A bookcase that I promptly dubbed, "The Gift of Manual Labor!" It has yet to be assembled. I'm hoping soon though.
- A purple Barbie Outfit
Other shtuff
- Mean Girls, Kahlua, and a red shirt from the boy
- These weird velvety black pants from Mom. Oddness.
- purple sheets from dad

And maybe forgot a couple of things. Not sure.

Now. Whining.
Okay, working December 24 should get you like, three times the holiday pay if you work retail of any variety. I have NEVER seen so many people in the store before. Holy Mother... We had three registers going for an hour straight while I was there, and we still had a line and a half going around the store. I hate register 3. If I ever have the option to work it again, I'm saying fuck. that.shit.

And the really sad part is a little after 1am, all these people dressed up who'd probably been to church came in and I wanted to cry. I'm not the most religious of people, but it just reminded me that Christmas Eve is the one night of the year I actually try to sleep at a semi normal time, and I usually see Ari and we exchange presents and hang out and sometimes go to midnight mass because somehow it's the one night of the year there's magic everywhere you look.
  Unless you're working, that is. I don't think I've ever been quite so miserable in a thousand little ways before. Every two feet there was a Thomas reminder [still no sign of him] or people who just wouldn't fucking leave, or a thousand people all wanting something, or having just come in from the cold and ... I wanted to be home so bad. I didn't even get to hang up my stocking before work. ;_;
No fun Christmas music, and right now I'm missing my grandfather something weirdly awful.


But hey. Working Christmas Eve may be a special kind of hell, but I'm hoping working Christmas night is just going to be rather dull. If we get robbed though, I'm going to kill someone.

Alright. I'm off to work on the not so top secret project and then sleep.

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it. To those who don't, I hope you have a loverly weekend and don't mind the whole no mail thing, the horrid shopping, and the people complaining left-right-and-center.

*hugs*

if i fall

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Yay for the loot! *hugs for working Christmas Eve* I know it sucks and I'm glad it's over now. For this misery, you shall be rewarded seven times greatly in the New Year in the most surprising way!! Yes, I know this.