New Year is coming

Prepping for a NYE party and feeling completely frazzled. Hopefully I've got enough time and focus to get everything done. The apartment is really small, I've just figured out, and there isn't room for everything in it once I clean off the surfaces on which I store things. Oops.

Time for a culling of things, I think.

In Gomeroke news, they are having an all-bar-sing-along on NYE from 4-7 at the High Noon. I will definitely be there, it's going to be a blast!

Yay! Christmas!

I'm a tiny bit sad today because Palmer is spending the weekend in Chicago to be with family, and I'm spending it in Madison to be with my boys and mom. Tonight should be fun as I'm hitting the Chinese buffet with a couple of friends and then probably going to Mickey's for a bit to hear music, if I'm not too beat.

Stayed out until almost 3 this morning and didn't get enough sleep, so I'm a bit sleepy. But not sleepy enough to take a nap. Just malingering.

Finished wrapping gifts and took some cute pics of the cat ruining the Christmas tree, so I'm pretty much all ready for tomorrow! Looking forward to it.

Semester. Done.

So glad, just took my final final and am done for the semester. Sold a book back and got some money for Christmas gifts as well, so it's doubly good. Now on to holiday preparations and house cleaning.

Baking cookies, buying and wrapping gifts, sending out Christmas cards (I got Black Santa cards this year from man vs. george. Very cute). All fun things I am looking forward to. House cleaning? Not so much, unsurprisingly.

And as we all know, Gomeroke is tomorrow night! Whoo hoo!

The new year approaches

Okay, check it:

I am not a big fan of "the holiday season". In fact, in my head, I tend to think of it as "the dreaded holiday season". That may seem weird. Because things related to Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years are very pleasing to me.

Can I not eat me some pumpkin and pecan pies? Why yes I can. Do I not adore the nog of egg or the wass of ail? Why yes, I do. Is wrapping a pile full of artfully selected gifts not a singular joy? Why I rather think it is.

Was I not rocking the far too early Christmas tunes on the radio this past Friday as I cooked dinner? Did I not catch myself singing a Christmas carol just this morning as I cleaned the kitchen? Yes, constant reader, and yes.

But the whole: "OMG YAY WE'RE SO HAPPY AND PRESENTS ZOMG!!!! YAY!!!!"?

No.

I hate seeing my family and all of my friends (such as they are) are busy and everyone goes out of town. This year old man Schuck and I have some Hell Raising planned though, as long as his Baby Mamma and my Baby Daddy don't renege on their baby parenting duties.

Seriously, I'm looking forward to obsessive exercise, drinking to excess, and reviewing 18 chapters of Spanish so I don't feel like a fish out of water when I get to Spanish 4 in January. Wow, vacation never sounded so good, did it?