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Dec. 17th, 2005 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosLast night at work, I was accused of having no Christmas spirit because part of the whole Christmas-party thing was that we were supposed to wear pajama bottoms and/or Christmas shirts and I didn't. And to be honest, I don't this year. I don't have any decorations up (can't afford to get any this year, truth be told), getting presents is getting to be a hassle, if I hear one more Christmas song, I'm going to scream, the weather's starting to piss me off (and usually I'm pretty forgiving of snow and cold up until Christmas, but this year ... yuck), and honestly I'm more looking forward to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide fics and six days off and two days of big dinners with my family than presents. The closest thing I've felt to Christmas spirit in the past few weeks has been that warm and fuzzy feeling I get every time I see that Coke commercial with the penguins and the polar bears. (Although that's more of a "AWW! KYOOOTE BABEEEZ!" kind of a reaction than anything else.)
Also, I haven't gotten to write fic or work on the Books of Boggs (other than the plotting I do in my head to make time pass at work, which doesn't really count much since I haven't gotten to write half of it down) or answer emails (and I swear if you've sent me emails in the past week or so and I haven't answered it yet, it's on my to-do list). I really just want this holiday season and this goddamn winter over as soon as possible.
So, yeah, not in the best of moods right now. And I get to take this brilliant mood with me to work. *sighs*
Watching the original King Kong isn't helping. I'm supposed to be all swept up in classic movie glee and instead my inner six-year-old is weeping tears of bookworm agony because a ferocious man-eating Brontosaurus just ate a guy.
EDIT: Did I mention that the high school reunion that was supposed to be held in August is actually being held next Friday night? And that I'm not going? For one thing, I have to work that night, and I'm not even sure I'd go if I could. My mom kept saying I should go and everybody I graduated with turned out to be really great in the end, but part of me still feels like that introverted little twerp who feels totally uncomfortable and dorky around all of them. Also, I need a haircut. I have so many split ends I feel like an episode of Lost.
yuletide fics and six days off and two days of big dinners with my family than presents. The closest thing I've felt to Christmas spirit in the past few weeks has been that warm and fuzzy feeling I get every time I see that Coke commercial with the penguins and the polar bears. (Although that's more of a "AWW! KYOOOTE BABEEEZ!" kind of a reaction than anything else.)Also, I haven't gotten to write fic or work on the Books of Boggs (other than the plotting I do in my head to make time pass at work, which doesn't really count much since I haven't gotten to write half of it down) or answer emails (and I swear if you've sent me emails in the past week or so and I haven't answered it yet, it's on my to-do list). I really just want this holiday season and this goddamn winter over as soon as possible.
So, yeah, not in the best of moods right now. And I get to take this brilliant mood with me to work. *sighs*
Watching the original King Kong isn't helping. I'm supposed to be all swept up in classic movie glee and instead my inner six-year-old is weeping tears of bookworm agony because a ferocious man-eating Brontosaurus just ate a guy.
EDIT: Did I mention that the high school reunion that was supposed to be held in August is actually being held next Friday night? And that I'm not going? For one thing, I have to work that night, and I'm not even sure I'd go if I could. My mom kept saying I should go and everybody I graduated with turned out to be really great in the end, but part of me still feels like that introverted little twerp who feels totally uncomfortable and dorky around all of them. Also, I need a haircut. I have so many split ends I feel like an episode of Lost.
