not.in.paris

We go back to school on January 3rd, and by then I intend to have that to-do list a great deal shorter than it is now.

Arrange to meet up with Emma and Cathy. My social life has taken a sudden dive. I saw Emma and Cathy on the last day of school: we all met up at Emma’s house. And I met up with Lizzie today. Emma came over briefly to look at my geography sheet. That’s it. I’ve looked but there’s nothing on at the cinema so I don’t know what we’ll do, if I ever get round to inviting them over…probably just rent a DVD or something. Ah well, ’twill be good to see them!

Play stuff. I’ve majorly neglected my music this holiday…well, actually, I’ve majorly neglected pretty much everything and now I feel bad about it.

Career study and my geography project. The career study I can do after we go back to school, I guess…it’s not due till February and there’s certainly no way I’ll get it done in the holidays. The geography is way more imporant: it’s the whole half term’s project, due in in ten days, and I haven’t even started. Damn.

I’ve actually done some piano, so that’s not so bad.

And finally putting up my new poster and putting away the presents. Oh, the joys of the festive season, eh?

I guess I’d better get on with the geography. I’ll get it done, I know: I just need to motivate myself. Time to write about the climate of the tundra, I suppose…toodle pip!

I’m amazing at procrastinating. Isn’t that such a stupid word?

Geography. Flute. Recorder. Piano. Food tech. Career study. And what am I doing? Working hard on getting them done so that I can enjoy my holidays? Uh, no. Sitting in front of the computer posting on livewire and now writing a totally useless blog entry that nobody will read anyway. Damn, I’m productive!

I have done a bit of the food tech today. I’ve typed up something I wrote before and stuck it on a piece of paper. I haven’t done any actual work on it and at this rate, it doesn’t look like I’m going to.

Oh, and I’m craving shortbread. I ate most of a box yesterday so I’m trying to resist but I had one piece as I walked past and it tasted sooo goooood and now I’m desperate for more. Now I really see why people gain weight over Christmas, eh?

I’m pathetic. This is pathetic. You’re pathetic too.

What do we think we’re trying to achieve when we do all this online crap? Do we think that posting a million times on a forum, applying for status, getting recognition by a bunch of people just as sad and pathetic as ourselves is going to achieve anything? Do we? It’s sad that we know we do. But is it really going anywhere? Are we really achieving anything by wasting our lives hitting keys on keyboards, trying to make people notice us?

And then you can visit old sites, where the user has failed to post on their blog, where the forums have died, where the information has gradually become defunct, and you can  see the dust of internet recognition settling onto the cables…

So, we put the tree up today.

Christmas isn’t a big thing in our house. We’re atheists, so we don’t do any religious stuff: it’s mostly just a random celebration. This year, like most years, it’s going to be me, my parents, my brother, my grandma and my uncle and aunt. We’re going round to my grandma’s for the evening (well, after Queenie’s speech).

We put the tree up today. We don’t leave it up too long. On the day itself, we do Christmas dinner of…wait for it…an Indian takeaway! Woo! Well, I guess that makes us Christmas failures, but I don’t really care. My mum and I are vegetarian and so don’t eat turkey and my mum doesn’t want to cook it either. In fact, she doesn’t really want to cook for seven people, and neither does anyone else, so a takeaway seems like the easiest option. And of course, we do have an incredible takeaway tandoori place very near here, which makes it an even more tempting option. We only get them on special occasions: Christmas and birthdays, really. That’s about it.

We have no lights on our house. We only just put the tree up. We made the Christmas cake about a week ago. We don’t put booze in it. We don’t cook a turkey…tell me, is our family on the wrong planet? ‘Cos I gotta say, I prefer Christmas this way.

I have officially been home for about two and a half hours and I’m absolutely shattered. I’m in what is rapidly becoming my regular state: craving coffee and also being really thirsty but far too lazy to go and get any water. Hm, such is life, eh?

Sheffield was a total bore. Drove up on Thursday and went out for pizza that night. On Friday, we went to Doncaster in the morning, which was marginally interesting because I got to hear what my parents were saying about the way it used to be and then we went to visit relatives in the afternoon. I hate going to visit relatives. They always insist on giving you money and making a fuss of you and then telling all sorts of incredibly boring anecdotes that we’ve heard a thousand times before but are far too polite to point out. At least my relatives do, anyway.

Yesterday we went to Yorkshire Sculpture Park, which was cold and wet. There were some quite nice ones indoors - there was an Anthony Goldsworthy exhibition on and he’d done some really nice stuff with some rooms: one had all the walls done in wood, one had then all done in cracked clay, one had some really weird stone domey things and the final one was really clever: it had a great big screen of leaf stems hanging across it. Amazing. Apart from that, though, it was just cold and wet.

Today we drove down. Yawn. Four hour drive! Not fun. And have you ever noticed how motorway service stations are really crap at veggie food? You haven’t? Oh. Well, next time you’re in one, take a look at how impossible it is to get anything that I can actually eat. What ho!