Aaaah, Christmas time is here, bringing Carol singing hordes of people to the Mall, garlands of green and red decorative fake branches, and atrociously cheerful music on the radio.
I really do love this time of year. Honest.
And this year I'm even more excited than usual, for several reasons.
One, my brother is home for christmas, which is always fun. He annoys the absolute crap out of me, and I want to strangle him, but it wouldn't be Chrissy without him.
He's the one who source's out a pine tree with me, then cuts it down and brings it back to mum and dad's for us to set up and decorate in the lounge room.
He'll stay up late with me when I can't sleep, listening to anything from Frank Sinatra to Lady Gaga to Tupac. And my brother is also the one who will come into my room at 6 am (even though we're now 19 and 21) and jump on my bed to wake me up, treat mum and dad to the same courtesy, hustle us all out to the lounge so we can unwrap pressies.
Yeah, Tom's more enthusiastic than I am!
Two, I just came back from looking at Christmas lights. There's this one street in my town in which almost every house has quite extensive decorations. They hold a comp every year, so they go all out.
The night started out alright, with everyone meeting up and getting into the one car (I'm the only one who knows my way around this hell hole, go figure) and heading off. Zac, the driver actually hates driving, so he kept making cry baby faces at me, while my boyfriend sat in the back seat teasing him. Parking was, fun. Pretty sure we blocked in some guys driveway, even though I got out and measured the distance between us and the car in front so that we could get as close as possible (okay, we're all P plate drivers, for non-Australians that means we've only just been allowed to drive without an adult, so we're not as comfortable and easy with maneuvering the car as older drivers usually are!)
*ahemI'mstillonmyL'sCoughcough*
So, with him scared that someone would sideswipe his car, we walked down the street to look at the pretty pretty lights.
There's one house that almost always wins, even though I think, personally, that it's too much. But it has a tree that I want, a purple glowing tree that reminds me of Japanese cherry blossoms which I've wanted to take home with me every year since they started putting it up. *sigh* And another year passes with people restraining my kleptomania.
After they dragged me away from the house Gemma (Zac's girlfriend) nearly ran in front of a car in an attempt to get to Santa. Who she then complained was too skinny. After she accepted a handful of lollies from him. Hmmm.
Aside from that...not much. Nick nearly died walking back up the hill and we started planning a Christmas themed obstacle course to inflict on the masses, but nothing much else happened (Oh, except for Zac having a hiss fit trying to get his car out of the street. THAT was fun)
Three, the day before Christmas is the day I finally, at long last, get to leave my job. FOREVER! Joy to the world...
Now I guess most people wouldn't be this happy about being unemployed on Christmas. But God damn, I hate that place!
Kids, if you get offered a job in the hospitality industry, say NO. It's hot sweaty tiring work, with very few thanks and quite often angry bosses. WHY they're always angry I'll never know, but hey, it's not mine to question why (although that's what I spend the majority of my time doing, but oh well).
One week left! Nine days. Less actually cause I don't work weekends! I'm so happy right now. Even the looming extended family Christmas dinner isn't dampening my spirits! *does happy dance*
So, with my horrible re-growth gone, all my shopping done and a barbecue with my mates to look forward to, its shaping up to be a pretty fucking good week :D
Hope everyone out there has a great holiday!
<3
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