I love everything about it. (This structure of sentences/spacing makes no logical sense, consider it reflective of the "stream of consciousness"/can't-be-bothered-to-attempt-cohesion writing style I've adopted.
I do though. I'll admit I find the money/present buying aspect at times a little bit stressful, and this year work/illness has put a teeny tiny dampener on things, but asides from that, this time of year combines the things I love the best in the world. It gives me and my friends an excuse to spend a nice couple of evenings together, acting like grownups yet simultaneously unbelievably childlike. I love the lights up in town centres, I love christmas trees and house lights, I love the signature christmas scents, I love mulled wine and christmas dinner, and most of all- because I've found it's a less frequent occurrence as the years stack up- I have the opportunity to spend copious amounts of time with my family.
The whole broken home thing's never really been an issue when it came to christmas, the two sides of my family haven't got on ever, so it's been the same structure; alternate years, spending the 25th of december with one parent, 26th with the other. It's fine by me, the most effective way to see everyone I find.
Just deleted a big old paragraph about troubles because it's not what I want to write about.
I always do this, I always visualise the way I want posts to sound before I write them, and then end up going off on a tangent which completely contradicts that.
I've had a lovely relaxed day this year. That's another thing I love about it, every year is different. Different people, different location, different structure, different level of quiet.
Today involved a good haul of presents, a mini tournament in a game called "cricket" (essentially consisting of throwing 8-sided metal dice over and over, no skill involved, I won), rediscovering the cinematic gems of my childhood; Hook and Annie, good food of course, many a photograph and, well a shit load of medicine... Two occasions arose in the early hours of this morning which involved me waking up and feeling so utterly horrid/incredibly feverishly confused, that I was having a cry. Not a fan of the winter colds, no siree.
Speak o' which, I'd better dose up again and hit the hay, I'd complain about being at work for 8 tomorrow, but as a result of the double pay I'll be making like £100 in a day, so no moaning necessary (:
Oh, and my sister got me a fucking mean pair of converse.
I hope anyone who reads this (and pretty much anyone who doesn't) has had as wonderful a christmas as me. Bon noite.
Can you get never mind the buzzcocks on DVD?
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