Thank god it's over!!

Usually I'm demented with joy over the holidays. It's true. I make Christmas cookies and I shop obsessively for ridiculous things that make me giggle to put in the Christmas stocking and I make cards (which if you live outside of handing distance never actually get to you because I'm postally challenged) and I hop around singing awful Christmas carols and generally just make everyone nauseous with my good cheer but this year...not feeling the joy. Not even a flutter. It sucked ass actually. And I'm really glad it's over. I did however feel a little special tingle for the boxing day sales!! Well, the day after boxing day to be precise. Whatever. They were sales and I had the tingle. And it was good. Is that why they call it BOXing day? Tingle. Box. Get it? Nevermind, moving on. I've never been able to partake of the boxing day madness before because traditionally I'm flat broke what with the always being a student and working in a video store or a record store or some other cool place that pays you in lint. Lint I say! But this year...whoa Nellie! I power shopped. One hour. 2 pairs of pants, a lovely green sweater (so soft and comfy you'd swear they skinned at least 3 babies to make it), a cute tank top, another green shirt (not a sweater), a cardigan with sparkly buttons (because I've got to get my joy from somewhere and god knows I love the sparkles! the buttons make rainbows when the sun shines on them for crying out loud!!!), a swanky black top with a satiny collar and some other crap that was lovely also. There may have been dvds involved. HMV had a sale. 3 for $20. I have 2 words for you my friends. The first word is Woody and the second is Allen. I love Woody Allen. I got Manhattan and Annie Hall. My favourite! Annie Hall that is. I also bought Lost in Translation for my nostalgia moments. And that's all. I think. Of course I may have just forgotten stuff because it's all a bit of a blur really. Ordinarily I would just drop my bags fully loaded after a good power shop and leave them to mature for a couple of days and then go back in for a second pass (because I forget what I bought and then it's like a little mini christmas as I open them up! try it. it's good. I swear) but I'm trying to keep my closet...respectable. Yeah. Tell that to the mound of laundry I did yesterday which is currently piled between my air mattress and the dresser. Whatever. There's no joy in laundry. It's never like Christmas. I always remember what I washed dammit. I'm not making any sense at all anymore am I? Okay bye.