G-g-g-g-g-g GALWAY!

So, I'm currently in Galway. Nabbed Dave's laptop, and he's probably watching as I type this.. For the record, I absolutely hate this keyboard! It's noisy! And clicky! And shiney! And awkward! I miss my Vaio =(. 

Anyhow! I survived the Christmas rush from work, and escaped the New Years nightmare. Yeah, good one, huh? They're pretty much fooked tomorrow night though. Sucks to be them. Christmas was pretty fun though. It was Oran's first, and he pretty much hated it. The presents, noise and blistering heat from the kitchen got too much for him, so he spent the day in the corner in his cradle sleeping. Lucky yolk! I, on the other hand, didn't hate it for a change. We spent it at home for the first time in 3 years. Absolute bliss! Waking up in my own bed, and not on a sofa makes all the difference. And then being able to wonder around in your jammies until noon with the cat following you without you feeling awkward is even better. And dinner, don't get me started on dinner. The previous years haven't been awful, but average. But this year, wow! Does that woman know how to baste and cook a turkey. Sam that is, not Nigella Lawson, she can go hang out with her Ostrich neck in her freezer for all I care, her tip for roasties was shite! Nice spiced gravy though =P. I finished the night off completely nerding it up with a Harry Potter marathon coupled with tea and a handful of Roses. Was wonderful! Oh and ol' Lampy was also there too, keeping my feet warm as he does. 


Speaking of Lampy, he is no longer a lamp. Back to being an ordinary self harming fool! I've had to clip his claws to stop him tearing literal lumps off his ears. He's quite cross about it, but sure, he didn't use them for anything else, so he'll get over it. Bright side! No more self harming looking scars on my hands from when he gets over excited about a piece of string. It's the little things.

I'm using the new Blogger layout. It's kind of odd, but in the nice warm fuzzing feeling (Not the one when a 4 week old cat mercilessly decides to pee on you,  the other, more happier one. Unless you're into that kinda shizz, and if so who am I to judge?! ) I was hoping it'd work on my phone, so I could actually do this from my phone whilst on the train, practically alone, this evening. But alas, it did not work, I could only go as far as filling in the title and I'm pretty sure there's a character limit on that.

Well, anyhoo! I'm spending the first New Years out in 3 years! I worked last year, and the year before that I was broke. It'll be spent in Galway, as you may have guessed, and hopefully it'll be a swell old night. =D.

See you in 2012! Happy holidays folks! =D.

 

It's Christmas...

So, it's technically Christmas, and according to that online Santa tracker, and the presents at the end of the kids bed, Santa has already visited Ireland.

Is it just me, or does Christmas seem to lose all it's magic the older you get? It's like there's a point in life when Christmas isn't that whole important mega exciting day, and turns into another excuse to get off-your-trolley-intoxicated. Christmas, it seems, is for children, or people with children. Living with both, when neither are my parents or siblings, this has become quite apparent, especially with a new baby in the house. There has been a massive hype to the entire event, just to keep the kids happy, and at that innocent Santa believing stage.
I remember being at that stage, trying to stay up all night to catch that amazing glimpse of Santa, but eventually drifting off, only to wake up to a stack of presents, and that tiny bit of disappointment that you couldn't hold out that extra hour to see the big man. We never did the dad dressing up as Santa in my house, and to be honest, he was the same person every year until I was too old to have a Santa sack at the end of my bed; my grandmother. And to be honest, she was the best Santa ever. (She was also the Toothfairy, but that's a story for another sleepless night.)

I, like no doubt many others, have had really really shit Christmas'. Most of them in the latter years of my life on account of being old enough to understand the strain it puts on parents, the pressure to get their kids everything they want for that all important day. And being one of, at the time, seven children, there was a lot of pressure and stress around the holidays in my house. Often resulting in my forfeiting my gifts so others could get what they wanted. Not that I'm complaining. I didn't mind doing it. I guess the point I'm trying to make, through all this rambling, is that, why do people put themselves through so much stress and worry over one day of the year; decorating the house, having the perfect dinner, giving/getting everything you asked for? Why would, no should, this day (Taking all religious and other factors out, and focusing on the materialistic side) be any different to any other day?

Now, I'm not being all "Bah! Humbug!" about it all. I fact, I love Christmas! I love the tree, the food, the colours, the excitement and enjoyment that surrounds it. But why can't we, as people, put as much effort into our regular days as we do for Christmas?

Maybe I'm being an overthinker again. Possibly due to the lack of sleep, and insane night at work (Hello! Who eats pizza on Christmas Eve?! Well, appArently all of this town do!). Anyway, I'm just going to finish my hot chocolate, with the silly lamp cat lying beside me then sleep. I see a 5 am wake up call on the horizon, and it's covered in Ben 10 wrapping paper!

College College College!

So, today in college I will appear on the TV's all over the campus. Why you may ask. Well, because we recently filmed some short web series promos, and the surprise was that you, the public, get to vote for which one goes into production after Christmas. The promos are also online here http://www.facebook.com/pages/ITC-Web-Series/256354544418134 if you wanna have a look see at them all yourselves.

I'm slightly nervous about them going so live. I wouldn't be if I didn't star in one, and was just entirely behind the camera. But what can you do, it's filmed, edited, and ready to go. I'll just hide my face for the next while until everyone forgets. Hopefully they all will =P.

In other newsies, I brought Ju-face out for a walk yesterday. Nothing uncommon about that, I know. Sure people walk their dogs all the time. Except this time, it was with a difference! He was wearing an XL people high-vis vest! Yes, you read that correctly. I spent ages trying to find a dog version for him, but none were big enough. At all. He's just too big! =(. And scarily enough, the people vest fitted him PERFECTLY! I wanted to get a picture of him standing on his hind paws with his front ones resting on the roof of his kennel, as he normally does, so he'd look like people. But he was just so happy and excited he wouldn't do it. Maybe another day after he's more accustomed to wearing it.

Anyhow, I should really be doing some work, or something, y'know. Like college stuff. Cos I'm there. And I do have another exam next week. I just couldn't be bothered though. To the internets! XD.

Three Weeks to Christmas! o.O

So, I was told today in work, that there are three weeks until Christmas. That is quite terrifying, as I still have most of my important people presents to buy. Que screaming uncontrollably for 2 minutes ..... And done!

In other news, there are people who live up the road from me with their house completely decorated already! What's with that?! I mean, c'mon! It's three weeks until Christmas! What are ya at at all at all? But really, can I talk? Seeing as I was blaring Christmas carols in the middle of the college canteen at the end of November? True,it was mostly done to annoy some of my friends, but secretly, I quite enjoyed regaling in the old classics. Am I just being a bah humbug, because I really can't get what I want for Christmas? Maybe I should just cheer up, and be thankful for what and who I have, and that Christmas is just one day I have to be away from them.

I suppose, I wouldn't be like this if I didn't have to work Christmas Eve, and possibly New Years. (Yeah, I work in a shit place). Or maybe, just maybe, I'm like this because my tea is cold.

Screw it, who knows...