No More Sadness From Anybody!
It's just like I said...it's Christmas, and we're all supposed to be happy! So no more tears, from me or anyone, kay, no one be sad, please! Let's all just be joyous at Christmastide. Listen to as many Christmas carols as possible. Christmas carols never fail to make you feel better!
The first Noel
The angels did say
Was to certain poor shepards in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night
That was so deep
Noel Noel Noel Noel
Born is the King of Israel
Deck the hall with boughs of holly
Falalalala Lalalala
T'is the season to be jolly
Falalalala Lalalala
Don we now our gay apparel
Falala Lalala Lalala
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol
Falalalala Lalalala
Said the night wind to the little lamb
"Do you see what I see?
Way up in the sky little lamb
Do you see what I see?
A star
A star
Shining in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite"
Silver bells
Silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling
Hear them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day
Oh ho the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody waits for you
Kiss her once for me
Have a holly jolly Christmas this year
And in case you didn't hear
Oh by golly
Have a holly jolly Christmas this year
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With th'angelic host proclaim
Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Silent night
Holy night
Shepards quake at the sight
Glories streams from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing alelulia
Christ the saviour is born
Christ the saviour is born
Johnny wants a pair of skates
Suzy wants a dolly
Nelly wants a picture book
She think's dolls are folly
Now I think I'll leave to you
What you give the rest
Choose for me dear Santa Claus
You will know what's best
Come on, guys...it's Christmas, after all.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Forgotten Flowers
Which makes me a pretty bad person. I recieve a beautiful gift, and what do I do? Forget it, as if it doesn't matter to me. I know, I know, don't think about it, but as I sit here, waiting to traverse to school (late, of course, I have some sort of cough that kept me awake all night) I can't help it. I also apologize for sorta...breaking down a little and crying about my Dad. I should be happy for him. And I am. I'm just high on extra levels of estrogen, is all. Thanks to everybody for putting up with me ^_^.
Okay, Kari, when you read this, gimme a call. I miss you, girl! I wanna have a good ol' fashioned lady slumber party, with ice cream and jammies and slippers and a good movie and popcorn and drinks and warm snuggly blankets and hot lesbian wild animal se-I mean...pie...
Musical Quote of the Day
"Cover the madness
Cover the fear
No one will ever
Know you were here"
-October Project Title: Bury My Lovely
Which makes me a pretty bad person. I recieve a beautiful gift, and what do I do? Forget it, as if it doesn't matter to me. I know, I know, don't think about it, but as I sit here, waiting to traverse to school (late, of course, I have some sort of cough that kept me awake all night) I can't help it. I also apologize for sorta...breaking down a little and crying about my Dad. I should be happy for him. And I am. I'm just high on extra levels of estrogen, is all. Thanks to everybody for putting up with me ^_^.
Okay, Kari, when you read this, gimme a call. I miss you, girl! I wanna have a good ol' fashioned lady slumber party, with ice cream and jammies and slippers and a good movie and popcorn and drinks and warm snuggly blankets and hot lesbian wild animal se-I mean...pie...
Musical Quote of the Day
"Cover the madness
Cover the fear
No one will ever
Know you were here"
-October Project Title: Bury My Lovely
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Hehehehe...embarrassed...
Sorry for yesterday's thoroughly depressing post. They will be more cheerful from here on in.
Yup, so today I went and saw Narnia again with Mom and Meagan. It was great...I love the music so much, it always gives me goosebumps.
Anyway, what else is new? Well, on Thursday I am going to attempt to bake cookies and brownies and stuff. I found my misplaced Christmas cards. They were in my backpack. Why did I put them there? Hm, nevermind. Uuuuuuummmm...yeah, tomorrow should be much fun, and Friday is going to be AWESOMETASTIC! Me, Karla, and Megan are doing our gift exchange. Then I'm going to Kevin's place. What could be better than that?
My dad finally emailed me. Made me tear up, it did. It was quite touching. I miss him a lot, but I'm glad to hear that he is safe and sound.
And now, in the final stretch before Christmas, we have the
Musical Quote of the Day
'Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Means so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On every Christmas tree"
-Burl Ives Title: Silver and Gold
Sorry for yesterday's thoroughly depressing post. They will be more cheerful from here on in.
Yup, so today I went and saw Narnia again with Mom and Meagan. It was great...I love the music so much, it always gives me goosebumps.
Anyway, what else is new? Well, on Thursday I am going to attempt to bake cookies and brownies and stuff. I found my misplaced Christmas cards. They were in my backpack. Why did I put them there? Hm, nevermind. Uuuuuuummmm...yeah, tomorrow should be much fun, and Friday is going to be AWESOMETASTIC! Me, Karla, and Megan are doing our gift exchange. Then I'm going to Kevin's place. What could be better than that?
My dad finally emailed me. Made me tear up, it did. It was quite touching. I miss him a lot, but I'm glad to hear that he is safe and sound.
And now, in the final stretch before Christmas, we have the
Musical Quote of the Day
'Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Means so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On every Christmas tree"
-Burl Ives Title: Silver and Gold
Monday, December 19, 2005
Christmas Fig Tree
I made my own Christmas tree out of one of the house plants...the branches are ill-made to hold ornaments, but I don't care. It's lovely. There are twinkling coloured lights, and shimmering beads and baubles, and simple and cute wooden figures, like dolls, bells, angels, and horses. There are soft white cloth angels, each playing their own golden instruments, and a big cloth angel on top, balanced precariously on a blue light. At the base is my Nutcracker, held together with mostly glue and missing one foot, but he has stood guarding the Christmas presents for many years and he always will. There are a good many presents in shiny paper, with ribbons and stickers. I used to love sitting under the tree, poking around in the presents with my sister, or laying on the floor with crayons and markers and my Dad. He would draw ships and airplanes being piloted by Santa, and I would draw reindeer and angels and all that stuff. Mom was always ready to curl up under a blanket on the couch and watch the Grinch with me, or help me make paper snowflakes. I used to be so excited Christmas Eve, that I thought I'd never get to sleep. Me and my sister would often sleep in the same room together, hugging each other to keep us from sneaking downstairs for a peek at Santa. Then, come morning, there was nothing quite like the thrill of feeling the heavy-ish lump at my feet, and opening my eyes to see a stocking stuffed with goodies. We'd giggle with excitement, count the presents, and then take them to our parents to open them. The best part was that no matter how things were with my parents, they were always happy on Christmas, pretending to be surprised by what Santa had brought, the smell of cookies and milk on their breath. And then we'd go downstairs for Christmas breakfast, followed by the frenzied ripping of paper me and Meagan had been waiting 25 days to do. There were teddy bears and porcelain dolls for us, candles and soaps for Mom, Barenaked Ladies CD's for my Dad. One year I got a Sailor Venus doll and a Sailor Moon locket, and was so happy I nearly jumped out of my skin. Amber Cat would run around, trying to eat tinsel and shaking the piece of ribbon I tied to his tail with amusement. And when it was all over we'd have friends over, and eat dinner, and show our friends our new toys. But most of all, I'd wait until everyone was in the other room watching TV, and stand alone by the Christmas tree, and make a wish. I can't remember what I'd wish for, but it was always something really special. I thought of Santa, putting his feet up and relaxing, all the reindeer in their warm stables, and the elves having a Christmas party. I made my wish, and sent it all the way up to the top of our beautiful Christmas tree, and the best part was that deep down, in my seven year old heart, I believed that no matter what, it would come true.
I'd do anything to feel that way again.
Musical Quote of the Day
"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow"
-Bing Crosby Title: White Christmas
I made my own Christmas tree out of one of the house plants...the branches are ill-made to hold ornaments, but I don't care. It's lovely. There are twinkling coloured lights, and shimmering beads and baubles, and simple and cute wooden figures, like dolls, bells, angels, and horses. There are soft white cloth angels, each playing their own golden instruments, and a big cloth angel on top, balanced precariously on a blue light. At the base is my Nutcracker, held together with mostly glue and missing one foot, but he has stood guarding the Christmas presents for many years and he always will. There are a good many presents in shiny paper, with ribbons and stickers. I used to love sitting under the tree, poking around in the presents with my sister, or laying on the floor with crayons and markers and my Dad. He would draw ships and airplanes being piloted by Santa, and I would draw reindeer and angels and all that stuff. Mom was always ready to curl up under a blanket on the couch and watch the Grinch with me, or help me make paper snowflakes. I used to be so excited Christmas Eve, that I thought I'd never get to sleep. Me and my sister would often sleep in the same room together, hugging each other to keep us from sneaking downstairs for a peek at Santa. Then, come morning, there was nothing quite like the thrill of feeling the heavy-ish lump at my feet, and opening my eyes to see a stocking stuffed with goodies. We'd giggle with excitement, count the presents, and then take them to our parents to open them. The best part was that no matter how things were with my parents, they were always happy on Christmas, pretending to be surprised by what Santa had brought, the smell of cookies and milk on their breath. And then we'd go downstairs for Christmas breakfast, followed by the frenzied ripping of paper me and Meagan had been waiting 25 days to do. There were teddy bears and porcelain dolls for us, candles and soaps for Mom, Barenaked Ladies CD's for my Dad. One year I got a Sailor Venus doll and a Sailor Moon locket, and was so happy I nearly jumped out of my skin. Amber Cat would run around, trying to eat tinsel and shaking the piece of ribbon I tied to his tail with amusement. And when it was all over we'd have friends over, and eat dinner, and show our friends our new toys. But most of all, I'd wait until everyone was in the other room watching TV, and stand alone by the Christmas tree, and make a wish. I can't remember what I'd wish for, but it was always something really special. I thought of Santa, putting his feet up and relaxing, all the reindeer in their warm stables, and the elves having a Christmas party. I made my wish, and sent it all the way up to the top of our beautiful Christmas tree, and the best part was that deep down, in my seven year old heart, I believed that no matter what, it would come true.
I'd do anything to feel that way again.
Musical Quote of the Day
"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow"
-Bing Crosby Title: White Christmas
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Almost Christmas
And my evil mother says we're not getting a tree. Grinch.
Other than that, I had a great weekend, but for some reason, I am so incredibly tired....it's honestly as if someone took a bag of bricks and beat me around the head with it. I don't know why I'm so fucking tired, but I am. I guess I just need more sleep or something.
Mmmm...sleeeeep...
And my evil mother says we're not getting a tree. Grinch.
Other than that, I had a great weekend, but for some reason, I am so incredibly tired....it's honestly as if someone took a bag of bricks and beat me around the head with it. I don't know why I'm so fucking tired, but I am. I guess I just need more sleep or something.
Mmmm...sleeeeep...
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