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*hums* so this is christmas
Dec. 4th, 2005 10:23 pmDespite having spent most of the afternoon asleep, I'm now exhausted again. I don't really want to go back to sleep yet, but my eyelids are feeling like they're gonna drop any second. Not pleasant, I assure you. I don't know if it's that I'm still kind of ill, or whether I just need a good jolt of caffeine, but it is annoying.
My dad gave me $200. Alas, it's not backpay for various bills I've covered, but it seems to be money to spend on Mom's christmas present. Which is all well and good, except the only person who I'm done shopping for? Mom. :p
So I don't know if this is so that if I'm out with her and she eyes something I can double back, buy it, and then tell Dad he just bought her -whatever-. I'm kind of confused. I could always ask, though when he handed it to me he said, "It's not so much for me, but for your mother or whatever else." Which implies that I could spend a chunk of it on his present too. Which is good since all he's asked for is clothes and the man's clothes don't come cheap. In a few minutes I'm going to peek at this site where he made a wishlist. If you hear any hysterical screaming/laughing, that's me.
[loaaaaaaading]
Saw Ari's ring today. Ohmylord. So shiny. I swear, so, so, so shiny. You know how sometimes in cartoons something that's really shiny will move and leave an arc of sparkles in its wake? It's like that. Which, I realize, sounds a smidge tacky, but it isn't. She was worried that it was a bit on the tacky side, and I admit my taste sometimes seems to leave a little to be desired, but I assure you that there is no tacky to be found. Shiny, yes. Tacky, no.
[we now resume our dad shopping watch, already in progress]
Huh. There's a reason these are buy 2, get 1 free. They realized they would never sell the third otherwise. Eye-sore.
Realized this morning that I don't remember when my grandfather's birthday is/was. I could ask my mother, but I'd feel so bad. Is it tomorrow? Is it the 7th? Did I happen to write it on a calender sometime? *muse* See, in my head I cannot fully begin the holiday glee until his birthday is over, despite the fact that he's been dead for ten years [...wow] as we couldn't begin to decorate until then, when I was younger. So for me, the begining of December is merely December, not the start of the holidays.
Anyone want to bet whether Ryan shows up online tonight? If you bet yes, you can then bet on whether we actually talk for longer than ten minutes.
I'm about to start mailing out cards, so if you're dying for mail, you should share your address. I promise not to sell it, whore it out, or send you a bomb. safe for commenting entry a couple back, or you could email [snarkyimp@gmail.com] or I guess you could try smoke signals. Be different.
Pray for a bit of sun tomorrow, kay?
My dad gave me $200. Alas, it's not backpay for various bills I've covered, but it seems to be money to spend on Mom's christmas present. Which is all well and good, except the only person who I'm done shopping for? Mom. :p
So I don't know if this is so that if I'm out with her and she eyes something I can double back, buy it, and then tell Dad he just bought her -whatever-. I'm kind of confused. I could always ask, though when he handed it to me he said, "It's not so much for me, but for your mother or whatever else." Which implies that I could spend a chunk of it on his present too. Which is good since all he's asked for is clothes and the man's clothes don't come cheap. In a few minutes I'm going to peek at this site where he made a wishlist. If you hear any hysterical screaming/laughing, that's me.
[loaaaaaaading]
Saw Ari's ring today. Ohmylord. So shiny. I swear, so, so, so shiny. You know how sometimes in cartoons something that's really shiny will move and leave an arc of sparkles in its wake? It's like that. Which, I realize, sounds a smidge tacky, but it isn't. She was worried that it was a bit on the tacky side, and I admit my taste sometimes seems to leave a little to be desired, but I assure you that there is no tacky to be found. Shiny, yes. Tacky, no.
[we now resume our dad shopping watch, already in progress]
Huh. There's a reason these are buy 2, get 1 free. They realized they would never sell the third otherwise. Eye-sore.
Realized this morning that I don't remember when my grandfather's birthday is/was. I could ask my mother, but I'd feel so bad. Is it tomorrow? Is it the 7th? Did I happen to write it on a calender sometime? *muse* See, in my head I cannot fully begin the holiday glee until his birthday is over, despite the fact that he's been dead for ten years [...wow] as we couldn't begin to decorate until then, when I was younger. So for me, the begining of December is merely December, not the start of the holidays.
Anyone want to bet whether Ryan shows up online tonight? If you bet yes, you can then bet on whether we actually talk for longer than ten minutes.
I'm about to start mailing out cards, so if you're dying for mail, you should share your address. I promise not to sell it, whore it out, or send you a bomb. safe for commenting entry a couple back, or you could email [snarkyimp@gmail.com] or I guess you could try smoke signals. Be different.
Pray for a bit of sun tomorrow, kay?
