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Merry Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas all!!! I had a great year this year, we got the tree all up and shiney and we stayed home long enough this time for me to sing with the chior on Christmass Eve Mass. I love doing that… it’s my favorite part of the Christmas season… there’s nothing like trying to keep up with the vocal acrobatics of faced paced multy harmony music, or just trying to make it all the way through the “Glooooo-ooooooooooo-ooooooo-ooooooo-ria!” part of “Angels We Have Heard on High” at a full belt without breathing.

My Favorite song to sing was “Calypso Christmas,” Which was three/four Part harmony, (The altos and Second Sopranos were in unison most of the time,) in which the sepearate Parts aren’t harmonies, but actualy 2-3 separate countermelodies (depending on what part you are at) with diferent rythems and lyrics. It’s great fun. *Grins.*

And the Gifts were ptretty nifty too… I got 2 Pair ToeSocks From my Brother, and my parents gave me the First Season Bablyon 5 DVDS, The Sims Making Magic, and all 5 Harry Potter Books in a Special Edition Boxed Set (Though the 5th book isn’t actualy in the inner box… *Pokes Amazons failure to mention that.*)

The BF came over too yesterday, after dinner, and he braught me a MicroSizers RC Car… it’s realy nifty, and you can do teeny tiny hop ups and things for it. *Grins.* If I get the VW Bug Body… I’ll have a Micro Sized Version of my Dream car, (An Electric Blue VW Bug, with Automatic (*ducks from standard lovers*) and a Vanity Plate Reading ITHSILZA (Yes I know there’s another H in Ithsil’Zha, but that won’t fit on a Licence Plate.)

I got him an Anime DVD, and My Mom a JC Penny Giftcard, and my Brother a Candy Express Gift Certificate, and My Father some GeoMags. I got gifts for My Aunts and Uncles… (all 4 of them… 2 by marrage, so 2 gifts, one for each couple) and for my grandparents, and each of my 2 cousins, but on the off chance they are reading this (Well I know the cousins aren’t… they to young,) I won’t say what.

Tomorow we got to NJ for my Older Cousin Shayla’s Birthday Party… though her birthday is realy today, and She’s 2.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAY!!!

She of course gets two gifts, one for Christmas and one for Birthday, though reach gift actualy contains two items, *Higgles.* I think I just love finaly Having the cousins I’ve been hearing about all my life from freinds. I mean I have two other first cousins, but I never see them, cause they are on my fathers side of the family…

They are so cute and little and loveable… and I hope when they get old enough to know better they don’t both decide they don’t like me… I wanna be the cool cousin. Afteral… I’m only 3 years younger than my Aunt was when my mom had me… I think… or was it 4… *Shrigs.* It’s still close.

Anywho… off to sheep with me… car trip tomara… lets hope it’s better than last time.

8^)

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Christmas in a Nutshell

No… I’m not going to try and convince those who do not believe that this is really how it aught to be. I’m not up on a soap box and I’m not going to start thumping a Bible. (I think the term bible thumper is sort of funny… It’s rather disrespectful to thump a book so I think that it’s a rather backward name for them, though they occasionally go a little… ok sometimes even a lot, overboard. Their hearts are in the right place… ok, It’s time to end this aside…) But this is MY blog, and by golly if I’m feeling a bit spiritual… ok a lot spiritual (I’m always a BIT spiritual) then I’m gonna post about it.

This year, Christmas is going to be very different for our family. Most years, we deck the whole house out in Christmas decorations, and we pop 4 of Mannheim Steamroller’s Christmas CDs and One Kenny G Christmas CD (*Shudders*) into the 5 CD changer and the whole house feels like Christmas. We tape all the Christmas cards we get to the door that leads from the Kitchen to the basement. And every year we have a big 6 or 7 foot evergreen in the living room, and up till a few years ago my father would battle the boughs to make sure it was lit from the inside out… but that’s my job the past few years, and I enjoy it. Then I (or he) would wrap the garland around it and in the rest of the family to put up the orniments. Mom does the honors, putting up the first ball, a clearish blue one that she got a couple of years ago, and since has had the traditional honor of going up first, since it roomed in the box with the red glass balls my parents had since they were married, (and lost 4 out of 24 of over the last 20 years) Then up went the red balls, my brother and I each get to put up 10 on our sides of the tree, and then debate who gets to use which of the family ornaments on their side of the tree…

(“Well if you get the walrus then I get the tree fairy.” “No fair you had the tree fairy last year!” “No I didn’t you had the tree fairy and the walrus, because I got the seal on the north pole sign.” “Oh… yeah… then I get the seal this year…” “Ok…I call the pinecone birds…” “Ok… so I get the silk fish and Kermit on the sleigh…” “Ok….”)

That tradition started years and years ago, when our parents told us that how we decorated the tree impacted how many gifts we would find under our sides of the tree. It was never a malicious competition, always in good humor, up until the last few years. Then the competition diminished, as our tree decorating took on a whole new purpose, with the invention of a new game. We took 3 jointed teddy bear ornaments, and walked them around the tree… the “floors” of which were determined by both the natural ledges of the palm boughs and the garland. They were on a mission, to find something, we decided, and they could only move so many paces… each pace was determined as the distance from one light to the next on the light strings… and they had to get to a red ball or one of a few special ornaments (the Gumball machine, or the Tree Fairy, or any ornament that had food, excluding the plastic gingerbread people, gingerbread houses and the candy cane and gumdrop teeter totter, just because it’s not nice to eat people or their houses and furniture.)

The game developed that year, into a whole complicated extravaganza, the rules of which were rather complicated but well known. We took turns speaking for the ornaments, and guided our bears along the trail to find what they were looking for. But… they never found it that year, because we couldn’t think of anything.

The next year, with the game in mind we set up the tree looking quite nice, while also having a playable game board, and decided that they were in search of the star at the top of the tree… they never made it. It was too long a journey and the clues to cryptic because if they weren’t it would be to obvious…

The year after that… we tried again, with a new destination in mind. I started a new tradition that year, when as I attempted to hang it on the tree the old silly looking baby Jesus in a cradle made out of walnut shell ornament broke, and Jesus fell out. We decided that it was ok that it was in two pieces, and left baby Jesus over behind my mother’s precious moment’s nativity. When we came down Christmas morning, I went to look for him to put him in the walnut cradle… but Santa already had.

The baby in the walnut was our goal that year, and the three bears our Magi. We had to get them their by the Epiphany, because that was the weekend that the tree came down. I was most appropriate, and that year, they made it to where they meant to get. We played that game for a couple of years, even adding a little ladder down by the bottom of the Tree that was given to me by my Spanish speaking grandfather. It used to have an Elf and Santa on it… but the elf fell off…

Then one year, my brother simply didn’t want to bother with the tree decorating… or the game. He said he was too old. (For the record he’s 2 and ½ years younger than me.) So I got all of the good ornaments that year… and mom decorated his side… the next year, he came back to decorating, knowing if he didn’t he would get stuck with the cookie dough clown and the wooden tug boat.

The game disappeared, but every year we still decorated the tree, and put up the walnut cradle in the center of the tree, right about eye level, and every year when we came downstairs for presents, there would be the tiny baby Jesus in his cradle.

This year we don’t have a 6 foot pine tree. We have a 2 foot tall fake tree that has always resided on the coffee table in the Family room (The biggie always went in the front window in the Living room.) and it’s still decrated from past years… I was off at college till last Wednesday, and the family was sort of busy. We are going to visit relatives in New Jersey for the holidays anyhow. We leave on Christmas Eve, so we won’t even be here. That tree always meant a lot. I though without it there was no way there could be Christmas.

Even with the whole house decked out and the Christmas Music blaring out of the stereo (And if you don’t think Christmas Music can Blare than you have never heard Mannheim Steamroller’s Christmas Music… It’s SPECTACLUAR!!!) There was something seriously missing. I though it was the tree. But at Church this morning I realized what it was. Santa Clause and Trees and Christmas carols are not what it’s about for me any more. It hasn’t been for years. I got home from church and ran downstairs to the basement pulling out the box of Christmas tree ornaments, which was still down there, cause we didn’t have a tree big enough to put it on anyhow… and I searched through the wads of tissue paper, until I found the smallest ornament in the box. It was the size of a walnut… that’s cause it was a walnut. The empty walnut cradle hangs now on our 2 foot tall fake tree… and everything is just right.

Jesus is the reason for the season and I just can’t separate the two of them. Jesus is Christmas. I suppose I’ll take the Walnut and it’s occupant with me when we travel on Christmas Eve, mom says Grandma and Grandpa shouldn’t mind to much… it’s just one extra ornament. Well to them it is… to me… it’s Christmas in a Nutshell.

((BTW: This time, I DO mean to sound poetic.))

8^)

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Time and Time again…

Well I’m back again… *Sighs.* And rereading things that I’ve written before I though there are some loose ends that need tying. I got a 9 on the Gateway, and I passed Chemistry, so that’s that….

Tomorrow I have two more finals… my LAST two finals… and so I’m going to sleep early tonight. *Sighs.* And then the day AFTER tomorrow, I get to go home… and I’m not sure at that point if that is a good thing or not. I mean I really love my family… but lately every time I go back there it’s like… like I’m a stranger in my own house, and I’m no longer living on my own terms. I like living on my own terms. It’s nice this way.

So it’s two days till I go… Thas not much times… I’m gonna wash my spare sheets and things so I can put a clean set on my dorm bed before I go… update my lists and things on Wednesday before I go home… cause my internet access time will be severely limited once I’m back there… my time is not mine at home…

Taking a late Lunch break now… since I got up at 10… so breakfast was at 11… yeah… *Yawns.* Little Tired actually. Good golly… time really flies when you are cough in a mobiuos strip… (see previous entry.)

I really have nothing clever or witty to say, but I just though that I should check in, for the heck of it… *Sighs.* As soon as I finish with this I’m uploading another Chapter of Mind Games that I proofed and edited last night… and then going back onto my little hamster wheel to do maths.

Last night I went to a review session and I had to leave 10 min early… and go to Church. (On account of I’m Catholic, and proud of it thank you much) And I though I’d take a shortcut to the church, but it was after dark… ( I HATE being out after dark…) and I took a wrong turn and would up on the wrong blooding street.

Never take shortcuts in the dark when you are late for church… it doesn’t save time it wastes time… it’s all about TIME…. Everything is about time… speaking of time… no one ever seems to have enough of it… I think I’ve spent just about enough of it on this… back to maths….

8^/

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The Day of Judgement is at Hand!!!

It’s just like the priest said, sunday before last at the college church. The end of the semester is comming, and the end of the world may folow shortly.

There is too damn much to do in to damn little time. Everyones in a panick. It’s hard to stay out of the hysteria. Especialy when I’m quite possibly foing to fail chemestry.

It started out as just a bit of an irritant. But I was doing ok, except on the tests. Now, things are getting bad. Half the time I’m going through the labs in a daze, not realy sure what on earth it is I’m writing, and the last two Monday tests were on material that we had covered the prevois friday, the homewirk on which would be due that tuesday and turned back corrected, that Friday, four days after we were tested on it.

Plus I’ve got to take a “Gateway” exam, for math. And I can’t get any better in the course than I got on the Exam. I can take it as many times as I want, but it’s more fickle than owl about how you enter your answars.

The good news is there’s only two days left of classes, which means after then I can spend all of my time trying to get ready for the finals, and taking that gateway exam over and over till I get at least a 9. I took it today… I’m not even gonna tell you what I got.

I’m not having a good day today. First off our room is still freezing from the heat shutoff last saturday. And my favorite necklace… (a gift from a certain somone… for whom I hold a mostly unrequited affection) spontainoisly fell off my neck during the exam. The clasp seems to have broken. Then I stunk on that Exam, and got lost trying to find my group to work on our final progject (a robot which plays “Wumpus” (don’t ask)) for my “Minds and Machinces” Class, only to finaly find them, and find out we were still at a standstill, because the programmer was yet to show. So I was stuck there, till 9:30.

I hate being out after dark. Hate it.

*Grumbles.*

Oh, and if anyone has noticed that I stoped updating the Mayo, or that there are any font issues, well that’s because I have to find my font. That’s right I lost it. I had to remove “Adobe Type Manager” from my PC, and when I did I lost all my neeto finito fonts. So I guess that’s where they all came from. I haven’t updated this since then either, but it occured to me that since it’s hardwired into the form, it shouldn’t realy be an issue.

Yeah.

Oh well… nearly time for sleeps. Gots a apiontment with the Tutor lady at 11. Gonna have to get up earier than Noon tomorow. *Shrigs.* I got next semesters shedual set up sos that I dun have to get up ever before 8, which is nice, and 8 ish only mondays…. *niddles.* and that’s only if I pass Chem… if not, I gotta rework my whole shedual.

Judgement day is at hand.

Will I be in Chemestry II hell? Or the hell that comes of failing Chemestry I? God I hope it’s the former. The soomer I’m done with Gen Chem the better. I need a class where there’s a choice of proffesors, and I can get one who doesn’t look and speak like a Doozer. (From the Fraggles that is.)

Right. Sleeps…

Nighty Night!

8^}

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