Musings

I'm in a sort of creative mood, I guess. I feel like writing. But I just don't have anything earth-shattering to write about. I'm excited for Christmas (and by that, I mean Thanksgiving -- if you come along on Friday night, you'll understand), and I can't wait to come up with (hopefully) really well-chosen, meaningful gifts for the people I love. I want to light candles and string up lights and make hot cocoa with peppermint whipped cream. It's all more meaningful than a sticker with my name on it under a dead piece of wood -- I like the symbolism and the atmosphere and the love best. I even miss the stark landscape of curly-haired cattle against a dirty-snow landscape, complete with sparse, colorless trees against a grey horizon, with the wind tearing at my face and numbing my fingers and toes. I miss seeing neon orange people walking around, sledding behind the snowmobile (as long as I'm not driving), and having to practically throw my pansy dog into the first big snow.

I miss tacky tinsel in my brother's room, all the ornaments that used to mean so much (which have all disappeared), the lights and garland and "Take Off (To the Great White North)" on the record player. I miss the poinsettia lights. These things are a part of a chapter that has closed in my life, though, at least for my family. I think I'd like to revive them in my own life. Maybe next year, or the next, or the next, and so the reasoning goes for another year.

And this year, I have a new someone in my life. I didn't really expect this, honestly. And he's okay, I guess. (haha) Really, he's fantastic. I'm still trying to adjust to being in a relationship, because I'm really used to being on my own. But, although I don't want to write about Jason or talk about Jason all the time as that girl that everyone secretly starts to want to strangle, I'm pretty fond of the guy. :)

Best album to listen to for Christmas that has nothing to do with Christmas whatsoever: Lou Rawls: Greatest Hits. It's just good. Very good.

Anyway, yeah. So my mom and Bob have decorated their house in a nautical theme, although my mom goes for apples and old-fashioned farm-type stuff in her old house, too. My dad decorates his house with paperwork and his yard with typical white trash Americana. Cody is a typical (well, kind of) college kid and RA in Dunn, and he likes tech-y things, Old Navy, good music, and good movies, but I don't really want to go that route again. Tang is a pain in the butt, because she likes theology, but has no time to read, and she doesn't journal; she blogs. I once got her candles, which, I believe, she's just started using in this past year (except that I think I got them for her 3-4 years ago lol). Steven Charles, well, I've got an idea for him. He's relatively easy (HAHAHA). And there's always liquor for Steve. :D Then my roommates, probably Derrick (whose name I have been misspelling in texts -- such a jerk), Maya, Matt and Niccole (but I have their gift picked out already), Pete, Hutsell, Taps, my girls (Anita, Suz, Miranda, JJ), Jonah Tang, Kristyn, Deeter, AP, Amanda, some other friends, and Mary and Ken Howell. I think I might have left someone out . . . ;) But I've already started planning that one, I think. The difficulty comes in figuring out what I can make or afford that would actually mean something to each person.

I have to go to work now.