Wednesday, December 24, 2008


It's very enjoyable.

Or not.

On another note, I was just reading this blog, which I happened to pick up on, and start following, from Rae's blog.

To summarize, if you don't like reading other links, this particular post is done by a friend, talking about the Santa issue she deals with every year with her child, what with the questions about Santa, and her having to sneak around in the night to get the Santa activities done. The post ended with a question about how the reader's kids found out about Santa, when, and even how they themselves found out about Santa.

I decided to answer this post. Call it a sudden ghost of Christmas past that came to me, but this is was I proceeded to reply with:

"I’m 18, still living at home, with my brother, 15. We know the Santa secret, but every year we still go to bed early to let them do the Santa thing. Why ruin a good thing?

I found out the Santa secret…sometime during elementary school. I can’t remember exactly when. I found out when we were playing hide-and-seek in out house, and I hid in my parent’s closet, sliding a box to the side to make room. Lo and behold, come Christmas, I ended up seeing that same box under the tree from Santa.

You have no idea how disappointed I was. As in, when I came to terms that I was pretty sure that Santa was a no-go, I was absolutely crying in my room. My mom came in, and sat on my bed, asking what was wrong and hugging me, as all moms do. Finally I calmed down enough, and summoned my courage to ask if Santa was real, because I clearly had my doubts. The look on Mom’s face was all the answer I needed, and I burst into tears again. After I calmed down to quiet sobbing again, my Mom asked me a question.

“Do you want him to be real?”

I nodded.

“If you believe in him with your heart, he’ll always be real.”

My parents put the presents under the tree every year, and fill my stocking in the night, and I know reindeer can’t fly, but Santa will always be real."

On another note, to put things in Gossip Girl terms (though I have never actually followed Gossip Girl), I'm really glad C is okay. I can't wait to see her.

And now, though it is still before midnight, I shall be going to bed.

That's a lie. I'm already in bed. I'll just proceed to play computer games (eg. Puzzle Pirates) until I actually feel like sleeping. The reason for the early bedtime is just...well, the big man needs time to do the whole present thing, doesn't he?


"Her name's Misty, but she also responds to Mitsy."

Tuesday, December 23, 2008


Yes, I spent the day in my pajamas. I didn't go anywhere. I played Puzzle Pirates, watched Mythbusters, and played Super Smash Bros. Brawl. I also attempted to start laundry. But laundry days are always, in reality, laundry weeks. So it'll take a while no matter when I start it.

Christmas is so close. I'm excited. Presents are under the tree, and Bennet's days off start tomorrow. Squee.

Anyways, after this insanely inactive day, I'm excited for tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, I love days where I just do nothing, but this was almost excessive. At least tomorrow I'll be going out and seeing people and...well, actually having a reason to get dressed in general. =P

Yummy eggnog. And banana milk, which I polished off today.

I also need to upload pictures, which I'm going to do right now. I also need to start my other blog that I've been talking about. But that one won't have my name on it, so don't expect me to tell you about it. It'll appear in my blog list though, so if you're diligent about checking that, you'll see it.


"So good!"

Monday, December 22, 2008


So, I've been told I need to blog more. And I agree with Morgan. I haven't been doing it lately. Mostly because I have a boy that I tell everything too now instead of pouring it out in blog form. But I'm going to try to write more.

I'm currently contemplating how I'm going to write on this blog. It's mostly just a confusing jumble of thoughts, so I won't bore you. Just warning you that the style of writing on my blog may change a little. We'll see.

Anyways, so I'm going to try to blog more. And not just at night, or before bed, or when I'm in a bad mood, either.

As a side note, I'm always really happy when I discover that people have been reading my blog. It makes me feel loved.

The holidays have been so much fun lately. Time off has been wonderful, and I haven't been practicing nearly as much as I should be. But it's also the holidays. I'll have to start practicing in January, as NYO auditions are fast approaching, but for now, the break is nice.

Bennet starts his holiday on Wednesday, so I'm excited for that. I realized last night how much I have a fear that we won't spend as much time as I want to over the holidays. I'm pretty sure this comes from the summer of grade 10. Which is odd, because I don't often keep things like that with me. But oh well. While the fear is there, part of me knows that it's all for nothing, and the holidays will be wonderful. So I'm excited to get to them and prove that fear wrong.

Which, hon, if you're wondering why I keep needing reassurance that we're spending lots of time together during your time off...that's why.

I can't tell you what I got everybody for Christmas, because I know my family reads this, so you'll just have to wait until after Christmas morning to find out. Plus, then I can tell you how they reacted. I don't know if Bennet reads this or not, but I'd rather not risk it.

I've been playing Puzzle Pirates a lot lately. It makes me happy. It's a game that I can only really play when I have nothing else to do, as it's very easy to just spend hours on that game. So during the school year, no. But holidays, hell yes.

I think I might celebrate Christmas day with a video blog. How does that sound?

I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed that Little Big Planet is for Playstation only. It looks really cute. I think I'd enjoy it.

Another reason I love the holidays: I love hanging out with my friends. And between Christmas parties, and just randomly meeting people who have come home for Christmas, it's great. I've been having an awesome time.

Winter is fun. Snow drifts are fun. Getting stuck is fun. Getting people unstuck is fun. Cuddling inside with hot chocolate is fun. Staying up until 3 am just talking is fun. Life is fun.

Yes, I said it. Life is fun. So stop thinking about it, and just remember that life is ridiculous, and it's not to be taken seriously. Because why? It's too short to be doing that.

So laugh, love, and live, and it'll all turn out okay in the end.

That's my message for the day.

Until the next update (which will hopefully be in the very near future [hope for tomorrow]),


(PS: Should I come up with some sort of sign off? Seems like other people have one. I've just been happy with my name. Something to think about.)

"You do realize Christmas is in 3 days?"

Thursday, December 11, 2008

It's been a while

Apparently I just haven't had much to say in the past little while. Contrary to what some people will tell you. As in, the people I've kept on the phone all night when they've already been working all day. And by people, I mean person.

I probably shouldn't let that become a habit. But I've missed spending time just talking on the phone.

Stomach cramps are going to kill me. And I'm so screwed for history. Anybody with me?

So tomorrow I'm probably going to spend working on my reed so I can play a half decent solo for the concert, as well as attempting to study for history, in both the listening and the knowledge category. Fun, eh?

On another note, I just signed up for online banking. Mostly so that I can make sure that any cheques I put in are actually deposited. Seeing as the one I put in four days ago still isn't in my account. I am not pleased.

Well, like I said, I don't really have much to say. I think anything I actually wanted to blog about I already told the boy over the phone a couple nights ago. After I had a few drinks, which I'm still not sure whether that was a good idea or not.

Oh, observation of the day: I hate small talk. Like, seriously. I should stop mentioning that I'm a musician, because then it's all just "What do you play?", "What do you want to do?", "My *insert member of family* also plays *insert instrument*", "That's so cool."...

And the real kicker that got to me today:

"I really respect talented people."


First of all, that is a wonderfully wide open statement, thank you for making that. It's like saying, "I really love weather."

Maybe not exactly, but it seems that way to me.

Second of all, just because I'm a musician does not mean I'm talented. Let's put this into perspective for all of you reading this. The person who said this was at the blood clinic today, where I was giving blood. She was a nurse. We had this talk withing about 3 minutes that I was in the room with her. In that 3 minutes, I mentioned that I was a musician, played the bassoon (described what a bassoon was), that I'd like to play in an orchestra, and that I'm a first year music student at the U of C.

And she comes out of there saying she respects me for how talented I am?

Okay, if I had mentioned that I had only been playing bassoon for a month and I was accepted as a bassoon major at the university, then I might accept that statement. But I think that's the only circumstance I would accept it.

That term just bugs me. Talented. I won't deny it, there are such things as talented people out there. I do not consider myself to me one of them.

I did not just pick up a bassoon and play well enough to get into university. I did not play my first note and everybody thought it was so gorgeous, and I was so wonderful.

If people knew what I sounded like when I first started, they would not say I'm talented.

It's not like I have this wonderful power to be good at it whenever I want. I worked hard to sound like I do today. I practiced a lot to be able to go to university. I did not pick up a bassoon, blow a few notes, and go 'hey, I'm really good at this, I think I'll do it for the rest of my life.'

But enough of that. The boy's home. I must go call him. And possibly repeat everything I just wrote. That's how it sometimes happens.


"We'll be back later to...inspect the oven..."