11:37 p.m. - 2003-12-09
Wassailing in the what now?
Woo! I just scored a really sweet deal on season one of Buffy at the used bookstore. Is it nerdy that they call me whenever they get Buffy in? Oh well. Since I have season three coming to me soon as a prize for completing NaNoWriMo, and I'm asking for four and five for Christmas, hopefully I will soon have a complete set. Yippee!
Speaking of Christmas lists, I'm having a hell of a time coming up with stuff I want this year, which is an unusual twist. I've got almost all of my shopping done (my parents are proving to be the bane of my existence), but I haven't given my mother a list yet. I'm working on it, but usually there's something significant I want and I'm coming up blank this year. Woe is me, I know.
As a result, I have a pony and a pygmy hippo on my list, but I'm not holding my breath on those. And a certain PERSON who has a small adorable CHILD telling me every time I MENTION it that I really just want a RING are not being particularly helpful in the endeavour. Ahem. (Whether or not I actually do is beside the point, and anyway, Jamie reads this and I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he drives me crazy with his non-commital answer about his thoughts on timelines. Oh, wait. Maybe I just did. Ahem.)
Jamie has a carolling gig in West Ed. tomorrow, which also means we'll have a chance to pick up our Return of the King tickets for next week (whee!), and his brother and I are also going to do a little bit of shopping while Jamie is busy wassailing. (Please do not ask me what wassailing is, I do not know. Here is my only interesting Christmas carol fact: in Ding Dong Merrily on High, where they say "and i-o i-o i-o, that is an exclamation of joy from the 17th century, and it was written like this:
i
o
which, over the years, evolved into another exclamation of joy: ! Isn't that interesting? I think that's really interesting. But then, I am a geek. Ok. Obsessively long tangent now over.)
Plus, mum put up the Christmas Card train today, so I'm feeling a little less owly about the lack of Christmas in the house. (In other news, owly is now my favourite way of expressing disgruntlement.)
And if I keep this up any longer, I'm going to run out of parentheses (you get a quota, you know), so I think I better quit while I'm ahead and go watch Buffy. Whee!
