Of midwinter magic and movie nights

Ironic that I woke up to Sacrament Of Wilderness.

"Naked in midwinter magic

Lies an angel in the snow

A frozen figure

Crossed by the tracks of wolves"

Nightwish - Sacrament Of Wilderness

Dad came in and told me it'd been snowing overnight, and he didn't know if we were going to be able to get into work and school. My first reaction was "Yay snow day!" Then I remembered that it was the last day of term, and I needed to give people their Christmas presents.

Then I looked out of the window.

Dad hadn't been exaggerating, there was six inches at least! Of course the school ended up being closed, so no one got their presents. Instead I went out in the snow with Hayley and her sister, and we watched some Christmas films. Since then I've got home, wrapped some more presents, and watched Pirates Of The Carribean. Now I'm on Spirited Away!

Peace & Love

Of Christmas raving and farewells

 Last night was one of the most epic moments of my life.

I had so much fun!

It was the day of Hayley's long awaited Christmas party. Becky brought crates of alchohol, but this time, I wasn't the only sober one. The uninvited guest never showed up. Several people told me they loved me. I got a chance to wear my awesome red shoes. We sung a very drunken rendition of My Heart Will Go On. Jon Bovi described the song as "magical" and I nearly did a spit - take with my lemonade. And I got covered in cat hair.

Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On

It was also the last time I could see George before he goes to New Zealand for three weeks over Christmas, so we did present swapping. He gave me some Malteasers and a bracelet which is pride of place next to my Camden one. And (though this is pretty much for Emi's benefit since she said she'd probably forget), I definitely did have my first kiss this time.

Overall it was one hell of a party!

Peace & Love

Of Christmas illness and yore

Yesterday, we had our school Christmas concert. We spent an entire day rehearsing for it, which was primarily spent being bored. One of the lines in one of our carols was hideously chromatic, and set to the words "In the scene of yore".

What, pray tell, is yore?

We didn't know, so we added it into every sentence we could.

Having heard the yorechestra, the reyoreder consort and singing in the sixth fyorem choir, we went home only to return three hours later for the concert itself. It went fairly smoothly, but the descants we had to sing were way too high. I am not a soprano. The last note was so high I actually thought I was going be sick. Not fun.

Today was one of those days when you just feel awful for no apparent reason. I think it was a bit of a mixture of a sore throat and cold, tiredness, stress and the imminent departure of ones boyfriend to the other side of the world for almost a month.

Bad times. 

Not much else to report, although Hayley's having a Christmas party on Friday, which should be awesome fun!

Peace & Love