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And so this is Christmas...
Dec. 25th, 2004 09:25 pm:hums terrible xmas songs:
The haul so far includes a King Arthur dvd, turkish delight (the thought has just occured to me that I'm dressing up on New Year's as a snow bunny/ice princess - and I have a fur coat. If any talking animals turn up, I am out of here.), a manga book that my parents gave thinking I'd like it - anime is *so* not my thing - sheepskin slippers, Prisoner of Azkaban dvd, chocolate that has been eaten, Lush voucher, Benefit makeup (my aunt Lindsey has possibly the best taste in unasked-for presents *ever*, my parents couldn't believe how much I squeed on seeing it), a Victorian-Edwardian-ish top from M&S I'd been eyeing but hadn't thought I'd be able to pull off, and a small sheep.
Woke up 9am-ish, went downstairs, washed up the biryani pot from last night, because nothing on this earth sticks like sticky chinese rice with saffron and chicken stock in it, except for maybe egg. Went upstairs, meandered, everyone gradually had showers and brekkies, opened presents, went to the Rixons for drinks. Chatted and drank and ate munchies and made horrified noises over the christmas vids playing on cable. Mothers popping out on occasion to put/check on the turkey/potatoes. Had chat with Steph and Anna over various things, example A : 'I can't believe you got me this. It's weird beyond belief. I liked Flower Fairies as a child and you give me a book with squashed ones!' 'I can get you something cuter.' '...No. In a way, it wouldn't be Christmas without something deeply weird and twisted from you.' 'Ah. So this is somewhat in the league of the 'Give me back my ruby slippers!' t-shirt...' 'Hey, I loved that t-shirt. I wore the damn thing so much it disintegrated.' 'Whoa. You're kidding.' Also discussed the fact that am kind of letting natural hair colour grow back (well, not dyeing it for a while due to it getting thin from bleaching), and Steph suggested that maybe I should go reddish brown. With the bro in the background pointing out that they're not sure what my natural colour is anymore, due to so many years of variations of blonde and red. Most surprised that he said that I looked good as a redhead, although the roots could be scary.
Read all the Jingle Bells, Batman Smells stories and recommend pretty much all of them. Mmm, birdboys and batboys and archers, oh my... And Dammit. I want Anita back. And more Cissie and Greta. I hadn't realised how much I'd missed Anita, although my Cissie-missage is pretty much constant. Oi! Johns! Get to it! We need archers in Titans, and if Speedy #2 (tell me, Winick, have you told Roy yet? And what's with the cape? Hello, *archer*! She needs her arms free at all times, and capes will tend to catch on long pointy things like bows and quivers) joins, there will be hell to pay.
And now I'm going to watch Vicar of Dibley christmas special.
ETA to add : we thought it was going to be me that was the official ill one this year, what with the coughing and sniffling, but the bro beat me with horrendous toothache. Dammit.
The haul so far includes a King Arthur dvd, turkish delight (the thought has just occured to me that I'm dressing up on New Year's as a snow bunny/ice princess - and I have a fur coat. If any talking animals turn up, I am out of here.), a manga book that my parents gave thinking I'd like it - anime is *so* not my thing - sheepskin slippers, Prisoner of Azkaban dvd, chocolate that has been eaten, Lush voucher, Benefit makeup (my aunt Lindsey has possibly the best taste in unasked-for presents *ever*, my parents couldn't believe how much I squeed on seeing it), a Victorian-Edwardian-ish top from M&S I'd been eyeing but hadn't thought I'd be able to pull off, and a small sheep.
Woke up 9am-ish, went downstairs, washed up the biryani pot from last night, because nothing on this earth sticks like sticky chinese rice with saffron and chicken stock in it, except for maybe egg. Went upstairs, meandered, everyone gradually had showers and brekkies, opened presents, went to the Rixons for drinks. Chatted and drank and ate munchies and made horrified noises over the christmas vids playing on cable. Mothers popping out on occasion to put/check on the turkey/potatoes. Had chat with Steph and Anna over various things, example A : 'I can't believe you got me this. It's weird beyond belief. I liked Flower Fairies as a child and you give me a book with squashed ones!' 'I can get you something cuter.' '...No. In a way, it wouldn't be Christmas without something deeply weird and twisted from you.' 'Ah. So this is somewhat in the league of the 'Give me back my ruby slippers!' t-shirt...' 'Hey, I loved that t-shirt. I wore the damn thing so much it disintegrated.' 'Whoa. You're kidding.' Also discussed the fact that am kind of letting natural hair colour grow back (well, not dyeing it for a while due to it getting thin from bleaching), and Steph suggested that maybe I should go reddish brown. With the bro in the background pointing out that they're not sure what my natural colour is anymore, due to so many years of variations of blonde and red. Most surprised that he said that I looked good as a redhead, although the roots could be scary.
Read all the Jingle Bells, Batman Smells stories and recommend pretty much all of them. Mmm, birdboys and batboys and archers, oh my... And Dammit. I want Anita back. And more Cissie and Greta. I hadn't realised how much I'd missed Anita, although my Cissie-missage is pretty much constant. Oi! Johns! Get to it! We need archers in Titans, and if Speedy #2 (tell me, Winick, have you told Roy yet? And what's with the cape? Hello, *archer*! She needs her arms free at all times, and capes will tend to catch on long pointy things like bows and quivers) joins, there will be hell to pay.
And now I'm going to watch Vicar of Dibley christmas special.
ETA to add : we thought it was going to be me that was the official ill one this year, what with the coughing and sniffling, but the bro beat me with horrendous toothache. Dammit.
