Jeans and Sneakers

Every year it’s the same thing, and every year it bothers me.  People bitching, whining, moaning, and complaining about Christmas Music.  This year, I’m at a new job, and I get to experience the phenomena from a whole different group of people.  And for the most part, it’s the same.  They say it’s driving them crazy, hearing the same songs over and over, sung or played by different people.

How is that different from any radio station right now?  Pop, hip hop & r&b, rock, country, jazz, doesn’t matter the format, every single radio station on the air unless you get sirius or xm, plays the same 10 or so songs over and over again.  By the SAME artists.  So what’s so annoying about this same thing, only with Christmas Music?

For me, it’s wonderful.  I love this time of year.  From the day after Thanksgiving, right up until Christmas day, I want to hear Christmas music.  It doesn’t matter if it’s traditional, pop, urban, rock, jazz, classical, so long as it’s Christmas.  For me, Christmas music is the very start of the holiday season.  It stirs up feelings of excitement, memories, anticipation, love, warmth. . .these songs are directly attached to every Christmas memory I’ve ever had.  So when they play, my spirits are automatically lifted.  I think about being close to my family, good food, surprising people with presents that they actually want, hot chocolate, multi colored lights, and the scent of pine needles.   So for me, I can’t possibly understand how anyone would think Christmas music is annoying.  Maybe they just don’t have the same fond Christmas memories like the ones I have.  :/

In the past week, two people from the same era of my past have contacted me, and will be/ are in the area for me to visit.  Tonight Rob and I went to hang out with Tyme, my old boss and friend from upstate.  It was so nice to see him and feel missed and to have someone seemingly remember old times as fondly as I did.  I hope to hang out with him more often now that he’s moved back to NY.

My old roommate from when I lived up there and worked for time immed me tonight, he’ll be in NY early in December and wants to hang out and go to dinner.  Might be nice, things were always weird with him because he’s somewhat of a drunk and kind of has social issues.  I always got along with him, but I dunno.  I’m not 100% looking forward to hanging out with him.

I’ve been having dreams involving people from the past.  I don’t always remember what they’re about, but a few people are consistently in them, and it’s making me wonder what’s going on in my head.

I bought some more clothes for work.  I should be set for the winter now.

Spent the weekend video-gaming and knitting.  Watched a couple of movies with Rob yesterday, and that was nice, we haven’t done that in awhile.  I bought some surprisingly pink nail polish with sparkles. . .and I actually think I like it.  Haha.  I decided that hating pink isn’t really fair, it’s not that I dislike the actual color, just what it’s come to mean in society, since most girls who flaunt their love for pink tend to be not the kind of person I want to be thought of as.

Not much else going on, still waiting for the mortgage to go through, that’s going to be awhile, and then there’ll be moving and decorating, and being poor, etc.  Work has been work.  My boss is back from India, and all is well, so far.

I’m gonna go shower and hit the sack.

This is the post where I spill the beans.

Last night I had a dream that I was in my grandma’s old apartment, and I was there with my mom and my dad, but I wanted to leave, and for some reason my mom didn’t want me to.  The situation escalated from an argument into a physical fight, and I was frightened for my life, and worried that I would never be able to leave the apartment.  The only way I got away was because I went to punch my mom in the face in defense, and I was wearing my $7 cz ring, and it cut her face.  She went to the bathroom to examine the damage, and while she was in there, I gathered my things and left, all the while yelling at my dad cause he didn’t help me at all the whole time, he just sat there reading the newspaper.

I’m pretty sure that my dream last night had to do with actual events last night.  My mom came over with my brothers to do laundry.  I had a decision to make.  I could either try to censor myself and make sure I didn’t tell my mom what’s been going on in my life recently, or I could just tell her, and watch her get excited for me.  We’re buying a house.  This house:

I was both hesitant and excited to tell her about it.  Part of me knew that she’d react the way she did, but I was hoping that she’d be a little bit more adult, and be happy for her youngest daughter.  Whatever.  I told her, and though the words are pretty much what I expected, ie: “oh, that’s great!  What a great deal!  I’m so happy for you guys!”, it was apparent that she was jealous, bitter, and angry.  She tried to hide it but not very well, and it’s really making me mad.  So much so that I had that awful nightmare about it.

I even tried to tell her the benefits of it for her, how we’ll be that much closer to her, and I told her I’d invite her over and we could hang out and stuff, and she just kind of laughed at the idea.  All I could think of the whole time was the ugly stepsisters and stepmother in Cinderella.  They just couldn’t be happy for her, because all they could do was think about themselves.

I had to put it out of my head.  All I could do was tell myself that it wasn’t my fault she’s in the situation she’s in, and isn’t currently a homeowner herself, or not currently in a relationship with someone that makes her able to buy a house, cause I’m sure as hell not doing this alone, and without Rob and his parents, this wouldn’t even be happening.  But it makes me angry still that she’s acting this way.  I don’t think I’ll give her the address for some time.  That might sound just as childish, but honestly, I just don’t want to deal with her if she’s just going to act that way.  Even Rob picked up on it.  :[

I also had to cancel my voice lessons.  The guy who I was taking lessons from was a total douchebag.  I'm not going to go into all of the details, but they're done.  I'm not going back.

In better news, I learned how to cable.  Pidgeon Forecast is coming along nicely:

I had to rip it back to the end of the collar twice.  The first time I was watching a movie and messed up because I hadn't paid close enough attention, and the second time, I was following directly a cable pattern from a pattern book I have, but it made the cable look bad, and it was upside down from how I wanted it.  So I ripped back again, and figured out how to make the cable look like I want, and now it's going along.  I'm worried I'll stop making progress on it this coming week, because that's when a video game expansion that I pre-ordered comes out, and I know I'll be playing a lot.  I'll have to learn to divide my time so I get to do both.  I wonder if that's even possible.

I've been completely neglecting my jaywalkers.  I'm a little bit bored with the pattern, but hopefully, starting this sweater will reinvigorate my knitting cravings.  It already seems to have, but I'd much rather work on the sweater than the sock.  I'll probably start bringing in the sock to work on at lunch again.  That was working out well.

Work has been good, but my boss has been in India for the past week, so I haven't had to make her tea, or make any for any meetings or anything.  She comes back sometime this week.  Hopefully I can not tweak out too much when she does.

Now that I've spilled the beans about the house, let me elaborate a little.  We're getting it for a great deal, because the lower level isn't going to be completed.  No, it's not a basement.  There is no basement.  The bottom floor, which is completely above ground, will not be completed.  It will need electricity run to outlets and light switches, sheetrock, spackle, trim, flooring, and paint.  Luckily we have a carpenter friend who owes Rob a few favors.  We will be able to set up the bottom floor exactly how we want it, which is nice.  The upper level, the main living area, where all the bedrooms, bathrooms, living room, and kitchen are, will all be completed.  We're going today to pick out the carpet and the linolium for the kitchen floor.  We're waiting for the mortgage to come through, and then we'll go to closing, and we'll be able to move in.  Probably won't happen until January.  I'm excited.  It has a fireplace and a skylight, and two full bathrooms.  I'm going to have to buy appliances and furniture.  Decorate.  What an adventure.  :]

But that’s why I’ve been stressing for the last little while, and that’s why I’ll be broke for the next year or so, if not longer.  At least it’s for a good cause.  It’s got a 2 car garage.  I’ll be able to garage my car in the winter.  :]

I started Forecast! Hopefully I can make it into a beautiful sweater for me to wear all the time!!

I was going to try and make this easier for myself to blog about by copying over a conversation where I described the party, but it would have been more work.  Here it is in a nutshell:

Got there, feet already hurt, took pictures, ate AWESOME sushi appetizers, handed out raffle tickets for 2 hours, went inside, got drink, tried to avoid creepy client who was trying to hook up with me, succeeded, got another drink, danced, schmoozed, danced, laughed, danced, watched drunk people, danced, got another drink, watched drunk people, went home.

That about sums it up.  I’m glad it’s over.  One of my toes is bruised and numb, so I’m going to try to stay off my feet today.  For some reason I am STARVING.  When I got out of the party last night I was walking to Penn Station (I took off my shoes the pain was that bad.  So bad I was walking stocking-footed down the sidewalks of NYC and not caring, I was glad to be out of the shoes) and I almost immediately got a Hot Dog, scarfed it, and then got a bag of popcorn once I was at Penn.  I wanted more food when I came home but opted to pass out instead, and now this morning I’ve had a 3 egg omelet with onions, garlic, and cheese.  I still feel like I haven’t eaten anything.  Weird.

This weekend I will do nothing.  Probably will end up doing stuff anyway, I think I want to start this Forecast Sweater, and play some video games.  Right on.