lloyd's of london will be loaded when we go!

i too want to kiss someone at precisely 12:00 am 1/1/03...unfortunately i don't think anyone wants to kiss me. damn people, always messing up my plans.

i went to tsee the two towers with dad and kit today and it was good...it really didn't feel as long as i know it was. arwen pisses me off, though. when we got out of the movie theater it was raining and i ran out into the parking lot and stood there in the pouring rain with a silly grin on my face, much to the bewilderment of several passersby. a quick stop at the grocery store of the dismal tea selection to get dinner makings, then jamba juice for some food, all the while having heated discussions about the movie. dad griped about things they changed and when we got home her pulled out the book and started reading aloud. my father is a marvelous reader. he has character voices for everyone...he could have made it as a radio show host or an actor if he hadn't gone into computers. it was so nice sitting around listening to him read tolkien with rain in the backround.

then he and i fixed the stereo again...it's problem is so easily fixable. all i need is a screwdriver, a soldering iron, solder, solder wick, insulated wire, and wire stipper/cutters. it's a simple piece of rework. i've done much harder. unfortunately, all the soldering suplies are at two-wire in dad's cubicle so we had to invent Creative Solution Three which involved two toothpicks and a piece of gaffers tape. hehe. masters of creative solutions at your service.

speaking of creative solutions, i have managed to make christmas presents for three people without spending a dime and i intend to continue in the same vein. i'm broke. ::smile:: i am also unfortunately running low on ideas. presents take a while to make, too...they will all come eventually...if i walk up to you in june and say 'here's your christmas present,' you'll know why.

::general hug to all:: i love you guys. you are my sanity, ironic as that may seem.

boink.

i'm restless. i want to go somewhere and do something but there's nowhere to go and nothing to do.

if you get really bored, go here.

hey, anyone want to do something tomorrow? it looks like i'll have a chance to be in palo alto for part of the day but there's no point if no one's around. and i don't know what i'll be doing in palo alto, that's open for suggestions. call me or email me or sign the guestbook or something.

i stayed up until five this morning reading and listening to music and i wasn't a bit tired, but i went to sleep at five anyway, after calculating that i would have to sleep until one to get eight hours of sleep. i woke up half an hour ago. i don't think i've ever done that before, become truly nocturnal. hurrah!

i'm home alone listening to simon and garfunkel and trying to be creative.

christmas ended up being a bit of a fairytale. i wasn't looking forward to being stuck in a house with my family, everyone pissed off at everyone else but trying to be cheerful. then mum and kit and i went to the mountains for a few days and when we got back dad had bought a christmas tree, rescued the christmas ornaments from the great storage shed flood, dug up all the old christmas cds, fixed the stereo, and cooked us a gourmet christmas eve dinner. it was all the best christmases of my life rolled into one. the traditional music, the tree, all the old ornaments. after dinner i debugged the christmas lights and we listened to christmas music while decorating the tree and then dad read us all a christmas story from a laura ingalls wilder book. mum retreated to her room to finish wrapping presents and kit and i wrapped our presents by the tree, the 'santa' visited in the form of everyone wandering out with their presents and slipping them under the tree. and my father spent the night. for the first time in my life i was the last person up on christmas and, by default, the first one awake on christmas. i slept in this morning, got up, wandered out to the tree. kit distributed the few presents, we opened them, and it was just so perfect. i got nothing more than i wanted. nobody felt it necessary to buy me extraneous junk. the highlight of presents was getting three simon and garfunkel records and a new belt for the turntable. i didn't play a single cd all day. dad cooked us christmas dinner and i set the table and we all sat down to eat at two o'clock in this wonderful christmas haze of happiness that fuzzed out all the bad shit in this family. dad's been living in the house while we were in the mountains and this is our second night back and he's still here. everyhting feels so strangely normal. it's wierd. life around here is never this normal. but mom said something at dinner about dad moving backinto a hotel and that's when he tols her about the apartment. i should have known the peace couldn't last all day. the storm blew over pretty quickly, though. about an hour later my sister informed me that they were kissing in the kitchen. i'm making part II of carey's christmas present and reading people's blogs and tamar's made me cry for some inexplicable reason. i miss everyone. i hear emily's having a party tomorrow but i haven't managed to get in touch with her about it. if anyone happens to have a direct link with her if they could get her to contact me that would be good...if she wants me there, that is. otherwise, ignore this. parent's have given a tentative ok for new year's eve and flatly ruled out the day before we go back. they won't even give me a reason for the latter. i need to get a lot more creative really quickly because i only have gifts for two people and i'm broke. so far i've been doing fine making presents with what i have, but i am woefully low on imagination after having sudden moments of enlightenment about presents for two people. gifts are coming, though, even if it takes me until the last day of school to make them all.i have 'sounds of silence' stuck in my head, only i don't know it very well so it's really just the first line plus bits of the tune. on bookends there's a wonderful son called 'punky's dilemma' that goes Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake floatin' in my bowl takin' movies, relaxin' awhile, livin' in style, talkin' to a raisin who 'casionn'ly plays L.A., casually glancing at his toupee. Wish i was an English muffin 'bout to make the most out of a toaster. I'd ease myself down, comin' up brown. I prefer boysenberry more than any ordinary jam. I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan. that made me really happy, as did almost all of today. i sent kathryn an email and part of her reply was aha! I knew that someone with the name rainbow girl must be be either one of my friends or someone sending me creative porn (no offense meant, I get it all the time, it makes me strangely happy because at least someone is putting their sleezy talents to good use.) amused me greatly. thank you so much. and for a while sent emails to carey and got close-toinstant replies :). grrr i need to see carey so i can give her present(s). oh, even if you think i know it, could you sign my guestbook and tell me your birthday? many apologies for the long semi-stream-of-consciousness-no-paragraph-breaks post. hope you enjoyed reading it.