I'm Dreaming of an Austrailian Christmas

This week gives a whole new meaning to the idea of a blue christmas - as in I don't think my toes will ever regain their normal shade in my lifetime. On the bright side, I'm finally getting used to having to leave the house early to defrost my car, so I was actually on time the past two days to work! Yes, I can learn from experience. It just takes a lot of experience.

I note with some dismay that my email inbox is sadly lacking in Christmas-card seeking holiday-ers. Come, people, come let me spread my over-enthusiastic Christmas self across the country. And give me something to do - all of the internet lines are down still in my neighborhood and I'm running out of things to clean in my house. So, if you want a bit of holiday cheer to appear in your mailbox and smother the store circulars to a gilttery death, just email your address and favorite/worst Christmas tradition/memory/etc. to asunlitrose@yahoo.com.

My finals are dead and decaying in their graves (a hidden treat for you Christmas-philes out there), so I am free, free from this awful, horrible, no-good, very-bad course selection. (A treat for those of you, um, Alexander-philes?) Next semester I'm taking a whole bunch of wacky, crazy things that have nothing to do with anything relevant, becasue I am almost done, people! One more semester and then you'll have to listen to my nervous breakdown over finding a job. Oh, good times ahead.

I was out Tuesday taking pictures of the ice storm damage at a friends request, but I don't think it worked out very well. See, I was driving through the streets and when the opportunity for the best pictures came up, I was too busy navigating through the trees to actually take any pictures. The one time I tried to do both simultaneously, I almost ran into a tree. As it was in the middle of the road I have some justification, but still if I'd had to stop and get out in the cold I would have mutinied. Against what, I'm not certain. I don't see how a mutiny against winter would take very well - unless it was accompanied by a plane ticket to the Carribbean. Ooo, better yet - Austrailia! It's summer season down there right now. I miss being warm. I did my laundry yesterday, just so I had an excuse to stay in the laundry room without people thinking I wanted to steal their shirts.

I'll check my email tomorrow at work to see who has answered my desperate invitation. You all get a one day extension - then no more! I'll have to resort to looking through the phone book and sending Christmas cards to random strangers. That won't seem creepy at all.