Christmas Songs Revisited

Or should that be Christmas Songs 2: The Christening?

Remember when I was all, "I have no Christmas songs! Except these:"



And you guys were all commenty? (Good times.)

Well, turns out I was mistaken. I actually have plenty of Christmas songs on my computer.

There's the religious ones:



And the presents on Christmas morning ones:



And the Christmas in Australia / family party Christmas day ones:



Do you think I missed any?

Car Wash Terror

Remember when I mentioned that Shelle and I went through the car wash? We had to do it again today, due to Adelaide's inability to produce a better storm than a couple of drops of rain and lots of dust.



We followed all their instructions about removal of, um, appendages.



We went forward, and back, and stop, and shake it all about. And that's what it's all about.



And then the crazy started!



Aarghh!!!! We're moving! Oh my god! Let me out! There's nowhere to go!

But then it was all over, and the car was nice and clean.



At least until Adelaide's next sorry attempt at rain.



(I should admit that there was actually some pretty decent lightning last night. I was so freaking excited. No-one else shared my excitement. Something about bushfire season.)

Things You Don't Want To See. Ever.

Computers should not be blue.

But especially not after your boss spent much of your shift that day talking about how he spent two and a half grand on building a computer for his car, only to attach the earth wire wrong or something and have it all blow up in his face.

But it's all good now. Except that I lost approximately 12 years off my life.

My phone knows me so well

Hee! Predictive text is so smart.

Still alive

Another day, another meal.

This time, it was omelettes.



If you think that look is something like "Ok. It's near my mouth. Just take the damn photo," then ... well, you're very perceptive.

Just kidding, of course.



Two more empty plates.

Not starving ...

... yet.

Last night I made risotto. Shelle and I are still alive. I think this is a pretty big achievement.



If anyone wants to copy my mad cooking skillz, all you need is rice, tuna, corn, ham, onion, garlic, chicken and sweet corn soup, apple, and mushrooms. I think that was all.

Oh, and a spoonful of nutella for dessert.

You see what I mean?!

How weird is this?



Darwin is nice and calm and stable. Adelaide is frickin' schizophrenic.

No-one actually believed me anyway

"Every day." Pfft, yeah right.

On the first day of Christmas ...

... I decorated my room.



Festive, no?

Usually when we put up the tree and decorations at home, we have a truckload of Christmas tapes and CDs, including a Disney one that I can't find a link to.

Today? I have just two Christmas songs on my computer: Jingle Bell Rock and Happy Christmas (War Is Over) which happen to be my favourites. If I could have a few more, I'd pick Deck the Halls, Joy to the World, and Ding Dong Merrily on High.

Which songs do you need to have for it to begin to feel a lot like Christmas?

And that's the end of the story.

LMC says: Would you recommend living at the Hall?
Yes.
And when I move out in February, I'll tell you the real answer.

Carlabalala says: Are you gonna keep up the every day posting?
Fuck no.
And in about a paragraph I suspect I'll tell you the real answer.

NaBloPoMo is over. (Well, it will be when the rest of the world realises that it's today already.)
Was it hard? Yeah, a bit. But not really. But kinda.
Will I do it again? For sure.
Why? Because I like being told what to do, apparently. It forces you to be creative and find topics or make them up.
Will I keep it up in the meantime? I will try. I like the challenge, but I suspect it will be a logistical hassle on occasion. Plus, I still think it's better not to post anything that to post a load of shit. [The internet: Like you're doing right now?]
Am I finished asking myself questions? Yes. But I have some for you.

Actually, it's a demand. Tell me about your NaBloPoMo experience. Please.

You may now resume your regularly scheduled lives.

Grown-ups know when to eat whatever's left in the fridge

I just went grocery shopping.

Despite having fed myself (or not) every weekend for the past year and a half, as well as living on my own for random bits of time at various house-sitting venues, I consider this my first real grocery shop.

I think the woman at the deli knew it too. She looked at me like I was a little kid playing dress-up, and not in the nice, 'we'll play along and have some fun' way. More in the 'we'll play along then watch her crash and burn' way.

Some advice to future grown-up me:

1. Pick a different day to go shopping.
2. Pick a different place.
3. Pick a different month, dude.

But hey, I got bread, butter, and vegemite. I'll be just fine.

My Dad

Today is my dad's birthday.

He likes motorbikes, his kids, and making things out of wood. Maybe not in that order.

This year, like last, he is in Darwin and I am not. He will have to wait til he gets here for a birthday hug. Poor dad.

But! He is a lucky guy. Cos he has an incredibly thoughtful daughter who would wake up early just to give a birthday phone call. He must love her so much right now.

She loves him a lot.

A text message is worth a thousand wrdz

Maths and I have a love/hate relationship. Love in that ... I hate it. No, not really.

I like the logic part of it. Like quadratic equations. I could quadratic the hell out of those equations. Actually anything like balancing equations I could do - where everything is already there, all you have to do is move things around. Yeah, I can do that.

I'm not so good with the adding and subtracting thing. Something which you all now know, and therefore should take into consideration should we ever have an exchange such as this.

Last night:

Missy: What time should I call in the morning?
skywalker: 7 40
Missy: Cool talk to you then.

This morning:

skywalker: Our 7:40 not urs

Stupid Daylight Savings!

I would like to state that I was in the top maths class every year in high school. (Maybe I should also add that the Careers teacher was a bit doubtful about this decision.) WHATEVER! I'm an English student! We don't need maths. It's not like it would come in handy in real life situations, ever.

I am so confused

Dude. House isn't on tonight. I have no idea what day it is. Help!

Dude

Seriously?

*****

Ha! That's awesome! I just took that with my new phone, clicked Blog This, sent it to here, and there it is! Oh my god, how cool is that???

All you get for Christmas

To: LMC, vsquared, and skywalker.*
Re: Your Christmas presents.

I know it's a bit early and it'll ruin the suprise, but I really wanted to tell you what I'm getting each of you.

I'm going to take you shopping for one of those awesome amazing massage chairs.

Now, lest the internet think I am crazy generous and willing to hand over $3000+ this Christmas, can I remind it that I said take shopping. We're not actually going to buy one. But I figure we can hit maybe four furniture shops and get an hour or so massage for the low low price of ... my time. It is so worth it. Those chairs are brilliant.

Do I take care of you on the holidays or what?

PS: It is Laura-my-friend's birthday today. She is old. Happy Birthday chickie. Come visit me!

*This generous offer extends to any blog-people who are in my general area, ever. If I'm not at the beach that day.

Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy

Dear Diary,

Today we went to the beach.

It was wet and sandy.

Love,
Missy.


Dear Diary,

Tomorrow I will go to the video shop.

Then I will watch lots of movies.

Love,
Missy.


Dear Diary,

Holidays are kinda boring.

Love,
Missy.

I have a new phone / I am an idiot

So yeah, the phone actually does work. I do not, but the phone does.

And it is AWESOME.



You are jealous, aren't you?

Fortunately / Unfortunately

I got a new phone today.

It doesn't work.

Attn: banking-type people

Isn't the whole point of the internet that you can shop at midnight?

Suspicious activity my arse.