December 29th, 2004

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Auld Ang Sine...

I think that's how you spell it. Anyway, on Good Morning America this morning they had one of those stories where they send a reporter out on the street to ask if anyone knows the words to Auld Ang Sine, and find out everyone in New York is an idiot. Not that I know the words to the song or anything, I just like to think I wouldn't let myself be put on camera attempting to sing. Actually, 5 years ago I was out on the new on New Year's Eve with some friends and I was actually on the news blowing one of those big plastic trumpets - so maybe I would. I'm kind of an attention-whore that way.

Anyhow, so it's nearly the new year. Every year for the past 15 I've written some kind of New Year's journal entry, and they all say the same thing: Next year I'm going to loose weight. I'm not expecting any different this year. I find there's nothing like New Year's to remind me that I'm a woefully inadequate sort of person. This is why I stay home and eat M&Ms and watch TV marathons. Because I like that better than schelping around in the cold, being reminded that another year has passed where I'm not living up to my potential.

The only thing I seriously asked for this Christmas were books. Well, that and the last Christmas ornament in the Little Women Madame Alexander collection (which I got). Anyway, not a single book. When I mentioned to my mother that everyone else got a book (mostly given by me, but that's beside the point), she said, "No one's going to give you a book until you write one." Which is just a cruel reminder, again, that I'm not living up to my potential. Is it too much to ask for a couple of paperbacks? I don't think so. So I bought myself a few books - just a romance at the supermarket (My goal in 2005 is pay off my library fines and get back to borrowing books, even though I hate it), and a book on clearnace. Somehow, even though I had some extra cash (believe it or not) and I could have gone a little crazy at Barnes & Noble, I just couldn't.

Christmas was great. My nephew was the center of everyone's universe. We stared at him a lot. I hope my sister and brother-in-law have another child, because if not, Cooper's going to get a complex about being the center of attention. He's just so damn cute. Even the way he eats is cute.

I maxed out being at my parent's house. A good reminder of why I shouldn't move home when my lease expires this summer - because at home I often feel a little like a waitress. Without the tips. (P.S. "don't eat yellow snow" doesn't count as a tip).

Yesterday I stayed in my apartment and nursed my cold. It's not a bad cold, but I went to bed at 6:30, so that should at least clue you in to how exhausted it has made me. Well, the cold and shovling the driveway to my apartment. That was unpleasant. It took three hours and my car still slides all over the place when I pull into it. At least one of the upstairs neighbors cleared out her space, but no one bothered with the long driveway itself. The other nieghbor just pulled through the snow - how her car managed I'll never know. I had no choice up to park in the driveway because the foot of snow on the street has started the space saving wars and that's just ugly. During one of the big storms last winter I shovled out three times and each time my space was stolen. When I took someone else's space, having pulled in at midnight and took the first empty space I saw, the next morning I found a threatening note stuck to my car. And I do mean literally stuck - it was a giant sticker. It came off easily because it was damp, but seriously, how awful is that? I'm sorry the bitch wasn't there at midnight, but I wasn't shovling out a fourth space in the middle of the night. According to the mayor it's illegal to save your space anyway. It creates bad blood. Get over it.

Anyhow, I'm at work, not having done much work. Officially the school is closed, but that doesn't mean much for our department - the school wants us open to deal with "potential inquiries and vital operations" - because soooo many people need us. They're just beating down the door to get to us. I.E.,it's so dead here I haven't had to shrink the screen on this journal entry and fake like I'm actually doing work, which I usually do when updating at work.

My sister and family are visiting for the rest of the week, but I don't think I'll be able to see them again until Sunday. They have so many people to see they can't schedule another thing. That sort of sucks, but I think Jamie and I would have started snapping at each other long about yesterday if I were still out at the parent's house. I could feel it coming along, just like my cold. Unfortunately they don't make an over the counter medicine for dealing with sibling annoyance. I can tell you almost exactly how our fights begin - we start talking about something - usually something that has to do with me - and she starts making suggestions that I shoot down, because either she doesn't have the right information, or I, unfortunately, see some flaw in her logic - and then she gets annoyed at me for being so negative and then gets all sullen and snitty herself. Long about then, I get super annoyed because of her reaction, and usually she says somthing like, "Fine, whatever, do it your way" or "I'm only trying to help" which is usually true, but not helpful. Someday we will be grown-ups and not have this problem.

All right, I'm off now, having spread the unrelenting agrevation that is the New Year spirit. Also, I better get some actual work done, this way I can get an early jump on claiming my much slaved for drive-way space.