Here it comes again!

It is officially December, which means there are only 24 days until Christmas day which makes me very happy. 

I think I'll try and write a little post everyday from now until the 25th and somehow - God knows how - relate it to Christmas. 

This one will be easy, I can talk about advent calendars and how I don't have one! I don't really mind not having one, it's not as if I can't walk to the shop everyday for the next month and buy a full bar of chocolate when I want one instead of having to wait to wrestle with a tiny little cardboard window that refuses to open without ripping so I can get a tiny little piece of chocolate.  

I've had an idea! An advent related idea, each day I'll leave a little link to something that makes me happy. it'll be up to you whether or not you want to follow said link and see what my mind enjoys or not. Either way I'll have fun with it and maybe you'll get a few giggles out of it too. If I was good at drawing or had the patience or the skills to draw something on the laptop I'd do little pictures, but I'm not good at it so I won't.

I get to fly back home and see the Terminator  in exactly 16 days and 25 minutes which is all filled with yay and good stuffs! I'll get to meet the new addition to the McCool/McElwee clan and see the rest of the family - except Thomas who gets to have BBQ Turkey for his Xmas dinner instead of all the lovely things I'll be getting to eat. Which is another reason to be glad that I'm going home - a proper dinner with spuds! (how stereotypical is that?) 

Anyway, enjoy your treat for today...

                                                                     December 1st

Ruh Roh

For the past week I've noticed a dramatic change in my life. I've become nocturnal, which is really not good when you have uni classes during the day, It also has a horrible affect on your social life. Since I only see the person that I've become nocturnal with i.e. Alex, I've pretty much lost all connections with any living person that I knew before becoming a night creature. For those people that I've left behind I apologise. 

My day (read night) goes like this. 

•  Go to bed around 5 or 6 in the morning. 
•  Hear my alarm go off at 7:30 to tell me to get my ass to uni.
•  Say '5 more minutes ma' and roll over and go to sleep.
•  Wake up at 3 and panic because I've missed a class
•  Realise that at this point there is nothing I can do 'cos all my classes finish at 12:30
•  Do some work that probably wouldn't get done otherwise
•  Tidy the pigsty and other independent type things. 
•  Arse around on the laptop for ages until I feel sleepy and make myself a promise that I'll go in tomorrow.

Unless I get out of this habit soon I'm buggered. I think I need my mummy here to help me out of bed in the morning. 

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In a completely unrelated post, I just googled tickets for The Lion King in theatres and nearly fell off of the bed in shock. £97:50 to go see the bloody play! That's my xmas gift idea out the window. 

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In another unrelated little bit. I went to Hyde Park Winter Wonderland tonight. I was supposed to be going ice skating, and I have no idea why, but the idea of it terrified me so much that I couldn't even put my feet on the rink. It was just too damn scary. I do feel terrible though, not cos I looked like an arsehole, watching all the little kiddies skating, but because Alex paid for it and I wasted his money :(

I am so hungry!

Just finished my first authentic assignment for uni. It was an essay on how a children's centre plans to meet the needs of all the children they look after. Supposed to be 1000 words, which is really nothing when you've just come from A level English and Health and Social care. However! I had no idea what I was supposed to be writing so, it took me about 2 days longer than it should've. Anyhoo! I'm done now, so no complaining! All I have left to do for mid terms is make a wee poster, which can be done tomorrow night and it'll look all lovely and pretty :)

Is should've a word? I know we say it all the time, but Google's just wiggly lined it and now I'm thinking that maybe it isn't a word at all?

And, and and!! It's under a month until I get to go home and see my wee mammy, who I miss. A lot. And I suppose I'll see the rest of the family too, except Thomas, cos he pissed off to Oz to look after horsies!

All in all a very good day :) except I ripped my tights with a jelly belly bean

Her have 7 babies

I heard a really random 'fact' last night. Apparently there are only 2 jobs in the world where woman make more money than men. Midwifery and.....porn. Makes you think it?

Woman make the babies and then other woman have to deliver the babies. I dunno if this is an injustice or if it just makes sense.

My cat, her have 7 babies. 

If you happened to read this - Penguin Slushies 

then you'll know all about my weird and wonderful dream with Thomas, Peter Kay and the penguins. This is simply a follow up to that to let you all know that my dream the next night was related to this one!  

This dream involved only Peter Kay, and was basically him telling me that he'd read my blog about  the Penguin slushies and wanted to meet me. After a short chat he decided that I was hilarious and was going to be his new warm up act on his tours.. It continued after this, but as is the way in my dreams, it was something completely irrelevant to the previous part and so, I've forgotten it.

I'm not too sure, but I don't think that most people dreams connect to each other night after night. Don't people usually just have a random crazy dream? Hmmm, maybe I'm just clairvoyant and Peter Kay is going to find me and tell mehe's going on tour again.. 

if only

 

Penguin slushies.

This post concerns a lot of weird things. So if you can't be bothered with weirdness at the minute, maybe come back later.

I'm not sure how the conversations began, but it came around that the fella and myself ended up talking about weird dreams and I mentioned that I seemed to have weirder dreams than everyone else does. I make the joke of saying that I was gonna start writing done these nuts dreams from now on, and well, here I am. I had a very weird dream last night. it involved these guys....

TomTom

Penguins!

Peter Kay

I know this is a very odd combinations of components for a dream. It went like this...

Thomas and I were given an award for some reason or other, I think it had something to do with physcic powers :) and were sent to collect it at a ceremony. For some absurd reason, the ceremony was being hosted by the penguins, and to get out award we had to sit on an iceberg and wait for our categorry to roll around. As we were finally announced as the winners we stood up to accept our awards but were forced into our seats again. Obviously we knew nothing about the protocol of a peguin awards show! When we sat down we were then forced to withstand a barage of icy slush which compacted around us while little penguins clapped and cheered. Eventually we realised the icy was indeed a Slushie drink and we were absolutely drunk.

After the ceremony we attended the obligatory after party and managed to get stuck in the lift on the way to the banquet hall. Who should come to fix the lift? Peter Kay of course! (For those of you who don't know, I love this man. I think he's one of the funniest guys around - hence why he pops up in my dreams) He showed up in a maintainence outfit and proceeded to fix the lift. The scene then changed to a book signing, where I am standing in a line waiting to grab a signature. I can't recall who I'm queing to see and when I finally get to the table it's Kay, again. I have one of those teen fan girl hissy fits and have to be taken to the side and worked with. Eventually I manage to get to meet the man himself and begin having a heart to heart with him. I explain how much I like his comedy and embarrass myself by reciting almost all of his 'Mum Wants A Bunglaow Tour' - or so I think.

 I crack a few of my own jokes and Kay then hires me to be his warm up act on his new tour. Fun times. Then it ends....

From this I've come to the conclusion that I am nuts.  :)

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I remember how we began talking about dreams.. We were talking about this song. I mentioned that the world would be a nuts place if it was like my dreams...

What if?

Awkard...

I think the boyfriend and I have finally reached that stage where it is now acceptable for him to fart around me and not get embarrassed. I'm really not sure if this is a milestone that one usually celebrates or should look forward to, but I'm sure it means things are going well.... Unless he's doing it to try and tell me to piss off... Hmmm, any thoughts? After re reading this part, I think I've come to the conclusion that it's a bit of a weird situation.... Maybe he's just beign gross. I would also like to point out that I don't fart in front of him.

Also, we made our first 'difficult' dinner tonight. We tried a roast. Turned out pretty well..... There wasn't much to it, but boy was it yummy. I don't know why this particular dinner seemed to be more special than any of the others I've made since being at uni, maybe because it seems to be the one thing that your mum can cook when you're at home but you can't. Stir frys are easy, roast are not