Christmas Wish List

1.It's short this year.

I wish I hadn't agreed to the price embargo with my family and most of my friends and could reasonably request this £50 clutch bag.

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How I know I am a grownup: Reason #23

I can manage to drive to work in my high heels!

Last night I dreamed about riding my bike

and this morning I woke up and my legs ached.

WTF?

Two years ago I shaved off my hair for Children in Need

Last year I worked on the phones

This year I only just managed to sit still long enough to get my enormous face painted!
















In other news, my company is still in love with Children in Need and I've done literally no work but have entered every raffle going and eaten a lot of biscuits.

This, I feel, is a Friday well-spent.

P.S. if anyone wants to help me fathom the mysteries of RSS I will shower them with tea and kisses

Just to reiterate:

9 days into NaNoWriMo

and I've yet to set pen to paper, or finger to keyboard.

This would be the third year in a row that I've known about this project and yet, despite my write-y inclinations, done nothing about it. Conclusion: there is something wrong with my brain.

I spent four hours on a train yesterday and took my notebook with me, thinking that my travel-numb brain would welcome the chance to churn out literary gems by the dozen. Sadly, I found in the end that I preferred re-reading The Road (not On The Road, you understand, which is the polar opposite of The Road) for the umpteenth time since I bought it two weeks ago. When I got bored of that I got into re-arranging my scarf. I really need a new scarf because mine is more of a lightweight desert affair which doesn't hang properly, but I can't find any that suit my personality as much as the current woven green one I bought in Cambodia. But that's beside the point.

What I am supposed to do? Now I'm 15,000 words behind schedule and yes, at uni that would only have been the work of one-and-a-half allnighters. But at uni I had a support network of people who were doing exactly the same thing and no I have no support network.

At least I haven't told everyone at work about doing it this year. At least my failure doesn't let anyone else's inflated expectations down.

Obernewtyn

I've been reading this series since I was 11 and some time ago I gave into my choking curiousity and ordered the recently published fifth book from Australia. It turned up last week and now I've finished it.

For a series which was originally supposed to be a trilogy, this thing has grown beyond all sensible realms. This last book was 1,000 pages and still nothing is solved. I can see the plots advancing and joining and now what am I going to do in the inevitable gap between this hour and the next book? I am more emotionally invested in the characters in this series than I am in most of my friends.

Lord help me that I care so much about a series originally written for teenage girls, about the paranormal and secret quests, but I literally can't wait, whilst simultaneously dreading it because what will I care about once I know who the Destroyer is? I will have to undergo surgery a la Eternal Sunshine so I can read the series all over again every year for the rest of my life.

P. S. Elspeth + Dameon 4 eva

My bedroom looks like a scene from Dexter

We went to the party and then went to Gatecrasher.

Turns out Zombie Chavs have all the fun, and also Gatecrasher is pretty cool! I love strobe lighting although it does make me feel a bit autistic.

I wish it was Halloween more often, I chuffing love dressing up. I made literally the best chest gun-shot wound EVER out of liquid latex and cotton wool but after 2am all the blood had rubbed off so I peeled it off my chest, whole, and left it on a sink in the bathroom in Gatecrasher.

And oh man did we ever take some pictures.