xerinmichellex: ([stock]: berries & snow)
Two days until Christmas and--based off of an earlier post--this is what has been done:

-I had my first Peppermint Mocha yesterday. It was strong on the caffeine, light on the peppermint.

-The Christmas Tree is up. This year we're doing the table-top tree since we don't fully trust Jackson, and he won't steal the ornaments or pull down the lights. (Never mind Bella attempted to climb it a couple days ago and knocked it down.) However, our stockings aren't hung.

-The little bit of snow we got on Thursday is already melting away, leaving ugly, brown grass all around. Yuck.

-I bought all the presents I needed and they are--as of ten minutes ago--wrapped, bow-ed, and tagged. Is it just me or can you tell which gift was the last one wrapped because the wrapper got sick and tired and didn't care anymore? Like, the wrapping paper is slightly askew. Or it's a bit short so the wrapper cut a swatch of paper and stuck it on like a Band-Aid. No. Just me?

Sorry, Mom for the poor wrapping job on your gift. But...

(via hernameisjack)

I probably won't have time to post until after Christmas, so to everyone, Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays!
xerinmichellex: (lillian gish2)
Lately I've been feeling like I took up permanent residence in a washer. Don't understand my lame-ass most awesomeness metaphor? That's okay--I've provided a visual representation:

We all remember Miss Bella, don't we? (*cheat sheet*)

Bella here is demonstrating the exact feeling I've had these past couple of weeks during my round of edits. I feel like I'm going around in circles with two chapters which simply do not want to cooperate. Bella literally walked around in circles inside the washer yesterday afternoon, amusing me very much. It was the highlight of my day--which just shows you my current state of mind. But! Watching a cute, innocent, black cat wander around her circular prison got me to stop obsessing over the problematic chapters, polish up the second draft to a semi-glossy state, and send it off to my lovely Beta (OH GOD! TAKE MY MANUSCRIPT AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I DO SOMETHING TERRIBLE TO IT!!! HINT: IT BEGINS WITH A "D" AND ENDS IN "ELETE"!!!!). So, victory me!

Before PETA gets all up in my business, I put the cycle on the washer--and Bella--on a low setting before doing my laundry. She's fine. Totally, absolutely fine. And probably the cleanest she's ever been, because ain't no way a cat can properly clean itself by using its own saliva when I know cats do not use toilet paper after going Number 2.
xerinmichellex: (titanic_pretends)
There's been a slight uproar at the house for the past couple of days due to my brother's idea of a Christmas gift for me. Ever since we put my cat, Midnight, down, my brother's been insistent on getting me another to "even the cats out" since he has two and I was left with one. Naturally, when my brother teased me about my Christmas gift and said it "was special" and I was "going to love him [my brother] so much for it" I knew he was trying to convince my mother to adopt another cat for me. It was also suppose to be a thank you for helping him with his papers for college--which I have basically written for him, so those A's he received are mine anyway.

On Friday, when my mother and brother conveniently ducked out of the house, I figured they were getting my "Christmas present". Did I mention my brother volunteers at the animal shelter near our house? The pieces were adding up, and when they did come home, I received my new, replacement kitten. *I is so smart.*

I swear, she's living up to her name with each passing day )
Totally unrelated, the first hour of SciFi's (yes, I refuse to use that stupid, variant spelling "SyFy") Alice aired last night. I was less than impressed. I really liked Tin Man--it was fresh, new, and engaging. Though both were created/written by the same people, Alice felt...off. Wonderland looked like a recycled set from Doctor Who--even the selling of emotions was borrowed from a Doctor Who episode that aired in 2007. Honestly, Alice started off bad. When I see a brown haired Alice, I don't like her unless she's carrying a butcher's knife and sporting Victorian boots. Needless to say, this Alice wasn't. Perhaps the second night will make up for last night's. Doubt it. I may just have to wait for Tim Burton's Alice as a worthy re-imagining of the timeless tale of a girl who slipped through The Looking Glass and the adventure she had on the other side.


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