themegaloo: (Books- Books. Lots of books.)
So between April 25 and May 25, I read 23 books. 30 days, 23 books. I think even for me, that's a bit excessive. Some of them were books I'd read before 10+ years ago, some were new, one I read about 2 years ago but found myself obligated to re-read so that I could read the second book of the series. Some were really good, some were questionable, some hurt in ways I never anticipated (Hunger Games trilogy- note to self: find out WHAT YOU ARE READING before you read it and it shocks the daylights out of you.)

Yet throughout that, I have still managed to read fanworks for no less than three different fandoms in copious amounts, talk with a wide variety of people, spend a decent amount of time at the pub, work on my many costumes and continue to hold down a job.

I'm a little impressed with myself, honestly!

Now working on a scarf that never ends for my VatD costume (IT NEVER ENDS, AUGH) and slowly but surely on my second fanvid of my life.

SINCE May 25th I've only read two books- The Eyre Affair and Howl's Moving Castle. Next up is The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which I've read parts of over the years but never all at once & I find this a travesty that must be fixed.

Pay day is tomorrow & life is pretty good.
themegaloo: (Paddles- Moonlighting)
I keep telling myself "Today, I will post." And yet, inexplicably, each day goes by and I don't. Perhaps I'll begin, but quickly I'll erase it all. No point. What am I on about, why am I bothering?

Well, to prove to you lot, of at least the rather large percentage of you who I don't [alas] talk to daily on IM, that I have not, indeed, been abducted by little green aliens or eaten by some awful snow monster.

Not that there's any snow. Not that I even wore a jacket or thick sweather outside today. Oh, Georgia.

Perhaps I could also be updating to tell you that combining a southerner with incurably bad balance, ice, and narrow little blades strapped to her feet might not be the wisest course of action. Alright, alright, I exaggerate. I'm pretty decent compared to a lot of other people, but when I wipe out, I do a damn goo job of it. I ache and my left knee is all purple. Mind, I like the color purple aesthetically, just not when it's on my body as a result of internally busted blood vessles. I suppose, in the end, that's neither here nor there.

Hmm, I've not updated since afore Christmas, have I? Midnight Mass was amusing. I'm terrible, I forgot parts and fidgeted the whole time. The whole church thing just isn't something I do much anymore. And it's funny, because I've realized it's not for lack of faith, it's for want of sleeping in on Sunday mornings and the fact that Sunday evenings are spent flailing and telling myself that "In five minutes, I will start my homework," and then rarely actually getting around to it before midnight, before the next morning. That's just the way my life works, you know. But Mass was amusing. Catholics are funny. Because we have, what, some of the most strict ideas on sex and sexuality and birth control and shit, but no one actually seems to care that much. If you don't mention it, it's not an issue. Funny.

What else am I on about?

Oh, most people do a "Christmas haul" thing, don't they? I got clothes. Lots of nice, new clothes. I think I want more. I'm learning to walk in high heels. I got makeup. I got "Knitting for Dummies" and an awesome LotR calander which I have gone through and written in the birthdays of all the important people in orange sharpie. And told them who's month they were in, for the most part. I got my mum a popcorn popper and my dada a wafflemaker. Both were excellent ideas, in my opinion.

I'm starting to miss school and the hustle and bustle and constancy of activity, though not the stress load that inevitably brings. I have a 3.90. I'm content with that, I'll try and raise it a bit this semester. I want to go to Trinity, and then probably somewhere else after for a PhD. Somewhere big. Maybe in the US, maybe Oxford. I don't know. Somewhere. I still might go to Rice. I like Houston. But I want to see what it's like to live someplace that it snows.

The barrage of engagement announcements has decreased. Will it increase again for a few days after New Year's? I know Februrary will be full of them. Should I risk wearing heels to the block party tomorrow? I might die. But I can always come back and change them. It's supposed to rain.

I've hung out with my mum a lot this December. She's fun, she's seen a lot of places, done a lot of things, has a lot of ideas. Parents are funny like that, they know a lot and are really quite fun to talk to if you can get past the whole parent bit. Most adults are. Once they realize that you want to listen.

It's almost New Year's Eve, half an hour. I'll have no one to kiss at midnight tomorrow.

I'm happy. I hope this bodes well for the year ahead.

Edit: New Years quiz thing )
themegaloo: (Bleach- IchiIshi- WHAAAT)
I've officially begun christmas shopping, I bought my youngest sister's present today. I also bought more yarn and have started a new scarf. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it. It might be a gift for a friend. It's pretty. Blue. Other thing I picked up was a James Taylor christmas CD for my mum. She is tre pleased and will be inflicting it upon pretty much, oh, everyone. Yes, I really am evil [and actually LIKE James Taylor].

In other news, mum has been trying to set me up with her co-workers. Considering she teaches at my old high school, I find this more than a bit disturbing, even if some of them ARE close to my age. It's just weird. Weirder yet is how quickly Laura latched on to the idea. [Laura being my youngest sister] She intends to ask her old english teacher how he's like being her brother. My family is mad. Mad mad mad. I like them.

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