Tibb’s Eve

I’m assuming most everyone reading this won’t realise that today is Tibb’s Eve- defined as ‘a day or two before Christmas.’ It’s essential the Eve of Christmas Eve.

Since I’ve been home I have done nothing except watch the Scream Channel (or Dusk), play Harvest Moon, wrap the christmas gifts my mom and step-dad have for each other, and bake cookies. I made oatcakes yesterday, and even dipped them in chocolate. Now, of course, my mother has put them away and I can’t. find. them.

Annoyed.

Needless to say this break has been going pretty well. Yesterday was the first day I got out of my pyjama’s since I got here. I mailed a card to my father and played Harvest Moon for a ridiculous amount of time. Then, I registered for Tetris Friends and played that for an unacceptable amount of time. There are only so many falling blocks I can take before I feel silly.

This has been the latest I’ve gotten up since I’ve been home, too. I woke up an hour ago.

Barry (step dad) and I drove into Gander to get stocking stuffers for my mom, because she always buys them for herself since none of us realised that someone had to do that.

My brother and I got mom a silver heart shaped locket with ‘MOM’ engraved on the front, and when we meet  up  Christmas Day he’ll have pictures of the three of us to put in it. I’m pretty sure she’ll bawl her eyes out when she gets it.

Now, I am about to start playing either Tetris or Harvest Moon again, and when my mom gets home she’ll have more gifts for me to wrap. For now, I am watching the Watcher in the Woods, another scary movie dating from 1980. Should be a time. (I’ve only watched one holiday movie this season).

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Emma

Christmas gifts

So for christmas this year I wasn’t really sure what to get for Laura’s boyfriend.

A few months ago the two of them and another friend bought t-shirts from threadless based off the design Mr. Mittens’ Big Adventure. This is what the shirt looks like.

Right. So, needless to say it is awesome and has become a big part of our friendship. I’ve stolen the shirt from Laura until further notice (Oh wait I told you I borrowed it, didn’t I…) Since it’s just a big joke between the five of us, I decided that the best thing to get for Jeff would be a painting of it.

Since I started this blog to share my more craftier moments, here it is. Don’t let him know though!

Yep.

I meant to post pictures of gifts I made for my good friend Jeff, and also casette tape walletts that I like to make, but I am just not up to it right now.

I have to go study for grammar and ignore my roommate’s silly boyfriend.

Emma

another day another storm

It’s snowing again today and while my first instinct is to curl up with a familiar movie, cuddle the cat and drink hot chocolate, I can’t do that.

Why?

I have a French final in approximately… 4.5 hours that I haven’t studied for. So here I am, self-exiled in the University Centre until 7pm where I will go and wish I’d never decided to minor in French.

Good news: my roommates Dad hired someone to do all our snow clearing for us! Weeeoooo. No more bad backs, maybe.

I’m getting so spoiled by people doing work for me. I don’t know what I’ll do when there isn’t a hired service available for everything.

Can you chew my food for me? No? Oh darn.

Pretty sure one of my roommates feels like she has no obligations. I am not a hired service, however. I have just as many exams as you, though admittedly not in nursing, but come on. At least rinse off your effin dishes so I don’t have to wash them twice, ok.

I miss my cat.

And my Mom.

And my best friends.

I haven’t been able to fall asleep until 6am the past two nights and some people have said this is because of stress, but I haven’t been worrying nearly as much as I should be. Is the stress hiding? Is it a secret? I don’t know, maybe.

Come 3 o’clock I’m going to study straight. Start thinking ahead. After my test I will read until the roommate and I go home where I will promptly go to bed, get up early and read all day again. Then, by Saturday afternoon I’ll be over halfway done, with two English exams under my belt. I can spend Saturday afternoon working on Christmas gifts, and writing stories, and blogging about them.

Make immediate future goals that you can accomplish swiftly and feel good about.

My first piece of advice to myself.

Time to take my own advice.

Good day to you all, Happy Holidays, hope your snow storm is merry and bright.

Emma.

i like the snow and all but

I really don’t like the shovelling aspect.

I fell down the stairs nearly three years ago and hit my back really hard, and it has never really gotten better all the way.

In any case, last night I shoveled off the steps and a path to the road with the intention of finishing it today so that my roommate could drive right in

I woke up an hour ago and she’s out there shoveling now with some random old man helping her.

My other roommate is shut in the bathroom studying, and I am sitting here attacking casette tapes, reading manga with my bangs still curly looking like an eight year old.

I find this oddly funny.

I have a final in two days, and two two days after that. At some point between the third final being finished and the next final, on the 16th, I am going to make a post about the christmas gifts I’m making.

For now, I doubt that any blog post between now and then will be anything of substance. I am going to attempt to make my bedroom study central, rathat than the funzone it usually is.

I’m glad there’s snow, but there’s so much of it I am in the Christmas spirit NOW. I really really don’t want to do work.
I like snow in December and January, after that is just looks dirty, and there’re no lights to sparkle and add colour.

Gotta deal with it though. 18 days or something like that til christmas? 11 days til I go home for the holidays.

wooo

On a side note, I love being woken up to texts about beautifully dreadlocked boys.

finally fantasy tickets

I am having a good day thus far. Minus this part right now.

Right now the internet is refusing to work correctly and I realised I left the paper telling me what to do my paper on at home, so I am waiting for some friend to get back to me so that I might do my work.

No one’s getting back to me

This morning I woke up at 7:30, after barely being able to sleep (again). (You see I was nearly asleep when I woke up to hear the extra curricular activities of my roommate and her recent ex. Why was he over? I’ve no idea. Also, I got my swine flu vaccination yesterday and my arm was hurting quite a bit, so it was hard to not roll over onto that side.)

Anyway. Got up, called my friend John. I can say his name, it is a generic, popular name. Informed him that we had to catch the bus downtown because the ride I thought we had was now unavailable. Managed to get ready in ten minutes, went to the bus stop, froze my butt off.

So yeah, good morning! It gets better. The bus was jam packed up until we got to the university, and I managed to read two and a half chapters of a book. John got on the bus and we went downtown. Upon our arrival on Water Street we wandered around Auntie Crae’s while we waited for 9:15 to roll around. What did we do then?

That is the entire purpose of this storie.

We went two doors down to O’Brien’s Music and while I stared at the many ukulele’s (in different colours, along with soprano, tenor and baritone!) John bought our tickets for Final Fantasy.

Owen Pallett, if you will.

He’s coming here in February.

I am the happiest girl in the world.

We missed our bus back to school so we got hot chocolate at Hava Java and the people working there were playing a band called The 1AM Radio which I now have to check out because they sounded good.

And now here I am, in the library, trying to write a paper but with no information on it.

I’m still pretty cold, but in here is only slightly less cold than outside.

Regardless. I have tickets for Final Fantasy in two months time and I couldn’t be happier. I’m pretty sure I owe John a lifetime of ‘Oh my God I love you thank you so much’ ‘s to make up for this.

I need to work on that paper now. It only has to be three times the length of this post, so that can’t be too bad, right?

I hope not.

John Donne, here I come!

P.S. Where I am seated in the library I have a really good view of a cute hipster boy who keeps glancing at me, so apparantly this day is staying on the good track! Now if my arm stopped hurting and I could warm up, I’d be set.

I’m going to see if I can figure out how to post videos to display the excellence that is Final Fantasy.

hello december

It’s nice to see you, December, and I mean that.

It means that in three days my classes will be completed for the year, which means that in 17 days, all my finals will be over, which means that in 18 days I will be back in my mothers house being fed and kept warm and cuddling my cat.

Which means that in 24 days is Christmas, which means a bit of holiday cheer seeing my family for the first time in months, some of them the first time in years!

So yes, I am a bit happy to see you, December.

It hasn’t snowed here since October, except for the bit of snow we had on Remembrance Day, that has been it, I think. I’d appreciate if it didn’t snow until we left, or at least if it does, to hold off a little bit.

We never got snow days until the new year, and it was so much fun waking up early to discover gigantic snowstorms and gathering in one friends room in the dark of early morning and checking the cancellation page over and over to see our classes cancelled and then eventually the whole day.

I’m looking forward to fun like that.

For now, I am staying home sick, and I can’t seem to stop sneezing. I’ll be writing stories and a paper for the end of year all day, of course the paper will extend into the next couple of days.

I hope December treats you all well, and I hope your final exams go okay!

Emma