Auld Lang Syne

I have never learned the words to that song. I probably never will...is it french? Should I ask my French cousin-in-law if he knows it?

Last post of the old year, hope you all had a wonderful one and you get everything you hope for in 2011! It's bound to be a great year, filled as it is with trips for me. Hawai'i, Comic-con, and Chicago. I greatly look forward to it and hope you all do too...Now I am all dolled up and waiting for my ride to a party (a drunk driver I am not folks, plus the house I am going to is a 15 minute walk, though that could be longer when inebriated).

And as I do every year, I will get a picture to change my facebook photo into for the new year.

Later internet. See you in the new year blog!

Sent out an SOS call...

In case anyone ever wonders, I title the vast majority of my blog posts with whatever song lyric happens to be at the top of my brain (or that I may have specifically marked out before as being an awesome blog title, or that I haven't recalled using before, cuz often I have the same song stuck in my head for days at a time).

I am very excited about New Years Eve party. I have spent the last 7 or 8 New Years Eves with the same people and I refuse to be anywhere else because it is always a fun and exciting time. Last year we went with a classic: the toga party. It was great, the vast majority of people dressed up, in fact I think we only had one person who wasn't wearing a toga and we ridiculed him roundly. This year it's a 1920s theme. You know, roaring 20s and prohibition and all of that good stuff. I'm excited even though my mother took the dress in a bit to much and now I'm going to have to be really good about the food that I eat for the next week and exercise and stuff so that I can hopefully lost a lb or 2...gah! I'm kind of frustrated with her because the reason it happened is that she just wasn't listening when I explained what I wanted her to do, even though she was nodding and agreeing. And it's not like she basted it. She surged it...so ugh...It still looks really good. Much better than it did at the wedding I wore it to. Now the fringe just needs to be added to the bottom and it shall be done! and I need to assemble my little head band and read up on some 1920s make up application stuff and that's pretty good.

I think that's really all I have to talk about tonight. Perhaps I will make a more substantial blog post at some point. Whoot.

CARIBOU

UGH. I feel kind of horrible and it may be time for more tylonel. I am also not being very good about my diet this week...alas...as long as I don't gain significantly (which hasn't been a problem since starting the metformin) I will be satisfied. However, the cramping which is causing me to inhale tylonel and wish I had brought the heating pad to work is not cool. It's that time of the month (or in my case I try for no more than 6 times a year) and though the cramping is tapering off, it's still kind of awful. It makes me wish I could take my ovaries out and give them a stern talking to. Also, I despise the super fatiguedness. I could go to bed right now and sleep all night, very fitfully, but I could sleep. It would be wonderful.

Other than that Sarah's Ugly Sweater party is on Friday and it seems like it should be a good time. I have to make some crab dip. I kind of want to make gingerbread men as well, but I don't think I have time enough to make them and frost them. Mmmm...gingerbread with cream cheese frosting...mmmmm...

I can't really think of a whole lot more to say today...except it's kind of a Pixies and The Smiths kind of day...Caribou

I promise not to try...

Weird dreams have been plaguing me once more. I think I've been playing too much Assassin's Creed (though I did beat the main story part) and that definitely factors into it. Last night I dreamed I was trying to start myself up as an assassin/thief/general ne'er do well and that my base was my room at the old farm house (which is definitely large enough to make a good base, plus ghost for security). However there was an entire guild of ne'er do well operating out of the shop and the old barn down the hill and they thought I was encroaching on their territory and they did not like that so much and kept sending me strange warnings (a string of what looked like cow hair with a bunch of small dead creatures tied up in it that they hung outside of my window, and someone bit my ankle). A guy I knew in high school was trying to convince me that it was a bad idea to become an assassin type (and I was sorely tempted to agree with him, if the other ne'er do wells hadn't been trying to scare me off, I may have) whilst he was giving me a piggy-back ride through a swamp (oddly similar to a speech he once gave me youngest sister about why she should be careful about how she dressed, though that one definitely didn't happen during piggy back rides in a swamp). That was about the time at which the neighbor decided to turn on some horrible machine and I woke up. Maybe it was an air compressor or something? I hate construction with a passion.

Tonight, my job is making me crazy. Also I want to buy my comic-con tickets already and get that purchase out of the way, because I've got a lot of other purchases coming up. Ticket and room in Chicago in order to go to my cousins wedding (which does mean, alas, that I won't be hitting up Renne Faire for camping this year and I'm a little saddened about that, but family totally comes first).

Other than that I've really got absolutely nothing to say, but I thought I would send that dream there out into the ether. Very strange. I woke up with WTF scrawled across the front of my brain, and then I forgot it and then on the way to work I remembered it again. O.o

I've got a bullet proof heart, you've got a hollow point smile

I completed Nanowrimo, which alas, is not always the same as completing your story. Sadly enough. I wish it was the same, but the story still has a ways to go. I'm fairly pleased with my Nook. I have been reading a lot lately. I have a reading problem. Or maybe just a book purchasing problem. Le sigh.

I don't know what I'm really planning on writing. I've finished all of my christmas shopping for the month and Mary bought a new car that she's very excited about.

Mom is also looking for a house or some property out in Birch Bay. And I burnt myself with refried beans. I think that makes me spectacularly talented.

I am 10lbs away (or maybe a little bit less) from my goal for the end of february, which is totally doable I do believe. I think that the closer we get to nicer weather again I'll drop a little quicker than I do now because I'll be able to walk around outside. I'm not particularly fond of exercising inside, sadly enough. So I try to drop a little and mostly maintain during the winter.

Still no word on when we'll be able to buy Comic-con tickets. They're still looking for a viable way of selling them that won't crash everything. Grarg! Definitely frustrating.

Blegh, I'm too spacey to really right anything. So I'm done now.