Oh my.

I can't believe how much we young people pack our lives.

Communication Breakdown.

Life would just move so much more smoothly if everyone was better at communication. Lately I've been running out like a madwoman, frustratedly trying to figure out scheduling, study plans; trying to figure out what all these people want from me...

whew.

My life's really not that bad, but complaining is an art.

Cozy.

The carnage of last night's supper lies splayed on our countertop, a minimalist Christmas tree like a sentinel in the corner. We are young, and manifestations of our brilliant ideas and obsessions litter this space, awaiting completion.

Ah, three whole days of sleeping in, drinking coffee by the fire and watching the first season of Six Feet Under. I'm so very thankful for this break, even though I'm going broke and I'll soon have to face another whirlwind of a quarter. At this point I'm trying not to think about it.

Fait Accompli!!!

Wooo! I made it through Christmas at work! Now I get to enjoy ten lazy days off being cozy in my awesome new bomber hat that Jordan got me...

http://madbomber.com/madbomber/index.cfm?fuseaction=product.display&Product_ID=81

The picture doesn't do it justice, but this hat is amazing. The rabbit fur feels so nice on my face, and it muffles out noise (as in, on the bus when I'm trying to read).

Tonight was the big extended family Christmas celebration, which is always just a bundle of hugs, compliments, cookies, meat, meat, meat, and Bob and Augie's guitar playing. My dad and I accompanied them on some carols around the tree (oh so picturesque, I know).

half the fun of it

Christmas is a holiday of secrets. Everyone is talking behind each others' backs and sneaking bags into the house.... It's been so hard for me to keep gifts secret from people:

somebody: "I think I'll buy myself a _______."
me: "No! You shouldn't..."
somebody: "Why?"
me: "Well...because.........[insert sly response to distract victim]."

Tired.

First of all, why you people gotta be so mean? -in reference to someone you probably don't know.

I'm really having fun with the whole Christmas thing, as I've said before. I'm getting Corban figure skates. He's going to start lessons in January. Jordan's getting everyone bomber hats from www.madbomber.com, which is going to be amazing. I'm also going to baking lots of Pulla, which is a butter and egg-packed Finnish cardamom bread.

We're pulling through at work, but the snow slowed us down a bit this week and probably will again after Sunday. I'm praying with all my might to Quetzalcoatl for help. A blood sacrifice will be needed soon.

Christmas madness is almost over though, and then it's on to Valentine's Day!!

Snow day.

Today I attempted to actually brush my teeth for the recommended two minutes--it's absolutely impossible. No human being is capable of completing said deed.

I also got to watch my neighbor's adorable kids for a couple of hours. They are 11, 7, 5 and 18 months old, and we had an awesome time making snowflakes and playing blocks and helicopter. The 18-month-old had lots to say, his favorite being (in reference to an animal of some sort) "He nose!", "He tail!", "He eye!", etc. He also told me his hair was real and pink. hm.