Okay, it's time for another update. I've been ignoring responsibility for too long...

Well, seeing as it's nearly been a month since my last first-term exam (even longer since my last post...), and being the first of January and all, it's probably a good time to reflect on the past few weeks. I've scarcely had time to think since exams ended (I was done on December 5, but please don't hate me for my luck...), between work (as Santa's helper--taking photographs of wailing children) and a barrage of friend and family functions, it's been very busy. I'll just have to look forward to the next holiday to accomplish all the hobby-type things I had planned for December, like making a painting for my grandparents and uncle, and sewing the perfect tweed cape for myself (because you can never find the perfectly perfect pre-made-piece for the perfect price). And with writing like that, I think I may have a future in childrens' literature (not my preferred occupation, though). While I haven't bought a new camera yet, I still have intentions to, but I'm waiting to combine my Christmas cash hoard with whatever I might find on my birthday (January 7, which people generally forget in the hustle-bustle of back to school--not a bad deal though :) ).

I'm starting to lose steam here, so perhaps I should stop writing before I start droning on about nothingness just to fill space (I'm good at that, especially in essays...but yah...).

To close, an explanation about the photo--I took this on boxing day at my aunt's farm in Lumby, B.C.. They had some awe-inspiring icicles on their house, nearly as tall as me and looking like they might just pull the gutters off the roof under the weight...

Today I declare, it's officially winter. Maybe it's not actually, physically, scientifically winter, but it certainly feels winter-ish.

I've been getting these whooshes of "Christmassy" feeling lately--an icy wind, the smell of a pine tree, not to mention the fact that Costco has been selling Christmas junk since September...which even pushes my boundaries of when Christmas spirit ought to start. When I started whistling "Carol of the Bells" the other day my mom flipped out. From her perspective, you're not even allowed to think about Christmas until the end of November at earliest. Oh, and I started Christmas shopping already--my dad always says he wants world peace for Christmas (which is obviously way beyond my budget), and I found a chocolate bar called "world peace" at Holt Renfrew. So ha ha ha, or ho ho ho (that's too cheesy again...), the Christmas season has begun...