Listening to Bad Company and drinking Tejava

[sweetprince]

Hadn't meant for this new layout to be so Christmassy, nevertheless it is. Ah well. It's been a mellow Christmas. Which is strange for me. Usually I'm surrounded by 5000 people: assorted relatives, hangers-on, and munchkins. This year I'm actually spending Christmas with my mother. Which is odd because the two of us are atheists, so we do our whole little gift-giving thing, but it doesn't have the same gravity. Because we're dutch we give each other joke gifts more than real ones.

Last night we went to the Village Pub for our Eve dinner. I'm used to being mistaken for being older than I am, but the fact that they gave me alcoholic egg nog (it came with the meal) rather than the kid's version that I know they were passing around to everybody else who looked reasonably close to me in age was a little ridiculous. I'm turning 19 next week, not 25!

eh *shrugs*.

Merry Christmas all!


-Silver earrings
-beaded ring, I'm starting to think my brother aidan has better taste than I do. That is not fair.
-horrible Irish bracelet thing that I would never wear in a million years from my grandparents . . .typical (and not because it's Irish either, that just makes it slightly more acceptable).
-Massively glitterly sparkly huge pink Christmas ornament, wow both my brothers have me pegged
-tea (Rooibos)
-$80 in borders gift certificates(which was converted into six DVDs-Empire Records, The Count of Monte Cristo, Royal Tenenbaums, The Mummy Returns, About A Boy, and Shakespeare in Love)
-Bose headphones (so loud I think I'll be deaf before the end of January)
-belt from the gap
-purple velvet robe that trails along behind me. I feel like the Queen in the 10th Kingdom when I wear it.
-boots
-yucky chocolate euros and suitably derogatory poem from my mother
-lotion from origins (made with tea, I think that's why they got it for me)
-Nails by Peter Bowen
-S75 at the art store
-I Like You by Amy Sedaris
-Channel Nail Polish in Pink Satin
-Scissor Sisters t-shirt

okay, so this seems incredibly spoiled. It comes from being from an Italian and Irish family and from having divorced parents. I feel like I should color code that I so can specify which halves of the family everything came from.

Comments

[brokenbacktango.livejournal.com]

What was your joke gift? Anyway, I'm happy you have had a nice, calm Christmas :)

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

She wrote a poem about me being addicted to money and then gave me a bunch of chocolate Euro in denominations of 10, 20, and 50.

The last line was, "it won't help much, but I bet it'll taste good."

Not even, it's the worst form of chocolate.

[brokenbacktango.livejournal.com]

*gasp* You don't like the chocolates that look like money?! I think somewhere a fairy just died.

Oh well, it's the thought that counts. I just realized (unless, thanks to my poor memory, we've had this conversation before--in which case please slap me) you live in California too. Which part?

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Poor fairy. I actually am not a big fan of chocolate. I don't dislike it, I just find it eh . . .too sweet and not a bit boring, it's so much better with nuts.

I don't think we have had this conversation before. I live in Palo Alto. Where are you and what tipped you off?

[ilovesn.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

WOW.

Crazy stuff

*giggles*

You should have said something.

I'm a MINOR YOU TOOL ROFL

:D

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Sigh, just imagine how I'll look when I'm forty, they'll be mistaking me for geriatric corpses.

[ilovesn.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

You are SOOO SILLY

You are BEAUTIFUL

*kisses lots*

:D

[perpetualloser.livejournal.com]

But aren't the beverages nice? It makes me feel a little older and a little more noticed when I get drinks. :)
I'm jealous of your headphones... wo0t.

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

I asked for good headphones, but I feel like I should just get shitty ones, because at least with the shitty ones I won't blow my ears out. It was nice. Sure, but still odd when she offered me the wine list instead of offering it to my mom.