ouch...really, ouch

damnit, i knew i should have done more stretches yesturday *sigh*

you know, for once i actually have a new chapter of Mutare finished but i can't post it without at least a rouch beta and my beta is AWOL *pokes messenger* ... *calls down a long well* Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitt?

anyways, updated UAN again with one new piece of artwork. i havent really done anything else today but i think i'm going to go commandeer the tv so i can exercise. damn cold weather and no clean cuddly sweatshirts.

which reminds me, school sweatshirts are the most cuddly things, i just adore them *bounce*

ouchy-still

so, at least i got moving and did a weird little smattering of various Kathy Smith workouts *meh* it was strange, but involved moving so i'm not complaining. i think my step counter is semi broken already. my head feels like its about to split open hence asprin. i'm crossing my fingers and hoping it does something to relieve that pain. after watching two Hugh Grant movies in the space of 12 hrs i feel the urge to hunt down a copy of Bridget Jones' Diary *pouts* course no one in my family or immediate circle of friend's actually owns it so the hunting thing is a pretty acurate descripto.

i'm making little sense. i blame it on the splitting head. loosing brain cells and all that.

i finished my 2nd scarf. of course i'm *counts* a week late and i screwed up the tieing off so now i've got more of a half bowl shaped end on it but umm..its done. i upset my mum though when i told her not to bother about taking me out to get yarn and a crochette hook after the holidays as a presant because she would just forget about it anyways and i'd rather not be disapointed. now i feel all mean and nasty and i'm just waiting for her to jot off to work so that i can apologies.

i need to wrap Christmas gifts. this procrastination thing is not wholly goodsome even though he seems like it is. at least the tree is decorated. *sigh*

we need to go grocery shopping. there is no tea, no toast, no milk and no candy canes. or cider. and Christmas Eve is tomorrow *swears* it really hits you differently when you say "Christmas Eve is on Thrusday" and when you say "Christmas Eve is to-fucking-morrow"

*sips the rest of her tea and silently panics because to do so aloud with hurt her head*

i feel special..

because the church i used to attend and used to play in the orchestra on sunday for (but whose buildings i have avoided like a plague for over six months now) just sent me a postcard saying how wonderfully i played on sunday. so, either someone has stolen my identity and is using it to get in good with the other violinists at church OR after six months the chruch people still havent noticed i dont attend anymore. hence, i feel special.

[/sarcasm]

this is just another brick in my little wall of resentment towards organized religion.

its amazing...

...how out of the loop both online and in RL i tend to be. of course, there is an upside to this: less stress.

did a nice little update and cleanup over at Downtown Blends and while i should get to work on its new layout i feel like... not. umm, yeah, i'm thinking pulling out the violin and trying to write a bit.

i blame this on the Almond Hershey bar my da bought for me for making his pie crusts *grins* chocolate just puts me into an artistic/creative mood.

EDIT: fuck, just dawned on me tomorrow is Christmas Eve hence family, hence need to clean up, hence need to find gift exchange gift hence panic

*scurries off to start cleaning*

the 5 reasons i soddin' hate the holidays

1) trying to figure out what to get for my mother
2) finding the dosh to pay for it all
3) wrapping presents once their are aquired
4) making bows that arent wrinkled
5) giving up lattes for a month to pay for presents and then having them look like crap

*sigh*

i couldnt make a pretty present if my life depended on it.