It's still a mystery to me
How his infant eyes had seen the dawn of time
That his ears had heard an angels' symphony
Still Mary had to rock her saviour to sleep...


Merry Christmas.

I am the jerk who prefers the sea I could never see

I just finished my Christmas wrapping (lies, all lies - I lost one of my presents for my mom... I think I wrapped it up in my brother's gift), listening to Iron & Wine up in my room. An unconventional choice for my Christmas wrapping background music, especially for me, the most iron-clad traditionalist at Christmastime. But there was something about tonight's introspective and melancholic mood that called for Iron & Wine over Crystal Lewis' rendition of Joy to the World (as delicious as that is). I watched The Last Kiss tonight (Doesn't that not come out until Tuesday? you may ask. Ah, my friends, welcome to the perks of working at Blockbuster) and it edged me subtly into the mood I have come to associate with movies that deal dangerously with relationships. The ones that look at a shadow of a connection and leave you asking But why? and When will it happen to me? The ones that don't show something easy, or peaceful - but full. And it's that fullness that I find myself alternately longing for... and backing away from, mostly because I'm convinced it can never happen to me. And if it would, I wouldn't want it anyways.

Ah, 2am introspection. What would life be without you?

I hear those sleigh bells ring-a-ling...

Watch some goodness this Christmas:

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Flixster

Shallow and utterly irresistable love

Life is looking up, my friends.

I bought new shoes today. Beautiful, compelling new shoes that make me feel like a comic book character in the sexiest way possible. I'm laughing at myself. But I do love my new shoes. Benito New Year's Eve Dance, watch out! Forget Santa: the hot big-city shoes are coming to town.

AND. (I know, there's already new shoes in this story - how could it get any better? Oh, but it does...) While my lovely mother was purchasing not-so-compelling-but-very-comfy new nursing shoes (complete with a Dr. Scholl's removable gel pad! I'll tell you right now, my new shoes may be gorgeous, but they do not have a gel pad), I was perusing the handbag section of the store. The handbag sale section. And who happened to pick up a lovely little bag and find it marked down to $9.99? There was another bag - Italian, white, leather, sigh - for only $19.99, but I finally made myself resist. (If anyone's struggling for Christmas present ideas for me...)

Ah. Shoes and a handbag in one hurried evening out. I may fail my exams this week, but I'll look fantastic as I do so.


p.s. The Crystal Lewis cd I had stolen from my sister so long ago that I thought she finally stole back? I found it yesterday evening in our cd stand - life is not only looking better, but sounding better as well!

Hop-Along Cassidy just dove off the track...

I feel irritated at myself for always leaving overly-dramatic/sentimental entries. The good news is that means I'm exercising more genuine writing and recording all the good entries (or the excessively dramatic ones) in my real journal. The bad news is that my dwindling force of readers are subjected to schmaltz.

So, on a brighter note:

I was introduced to two new Québecois artists who are utterly fantastic. Mala Jube is the French soul of Belle & Sebastian (hidden Scottish gold), and La Manouche can only be inadequately described as "French gypsy rock," as my best friend and I like to put it.

Hop on over to your nearest bibliothèque publique and check them out. It'll be well worth the trip.

Three-inch-high ruts and dirty slush

I just quit my job.

I'm trying not to feel guilty and like a horrible person, but it's not really working. I'm really going to miss those people (except my psycho manager, the reason that I quit... well, her and the fact that working every single weekend after being in school for 10 hours a day isn't much of a life).

I just spent half an hour on the Prov website, seeing who made all the ministry teams this year. It made me miss Prov.

The combination of birthday and Christmas always makes me so sentimental and lonesome. I want exams to be done (I'm not studying anyways, they may as well be done). I want to be back in dorm. I want to watch the Charlie Brown Christmas Special on TV. And I want to go tobogganing.

I want I want I want. I'm fitting right into the holiday spirit, aren't I?