It's late, but I did want to talk about it, and now that it's gone I can probably do it better. January is always a little hard, at least for me, especially this year since I'm not loaded like last year and cutting a swath through the sales. But anyways: despite the cold and a little excess of snow, I love the season. Maybe it's just the Christmas specials, but the month tends to feel different than the others, all glowy and singsong. Even though I hate the LED colour selection, even if our tree, which is very old, is trying its darnedest to fall apart, even if I can never buckle down and watch all of my vast selection of TV Specials, somehow...it's okay. It's not EASY, by any stretch of the imagination. It's hard, really. But whenever I felt down, I kept dredging up the idea that, no matter what, Christmas was still going to come. I was broke, but I had my gifts all bought, and a bubble light nightlight to remind me of the huge tree that once towered over me when I was little. I had my array of Christmas Specials to buoy my spirits. You can usually tell if I'm enjoying myself if I start talking to the movie.
Bits and bobs didn't work out; it wasn't perfect, or even close. But it was still CHRISTMAS! There was a tree in living room, music on the TV, dainties in the fridge, wrapping paper everywhere. 'Somehow or other, it came just the same'. The Christmas Season is just...special. Despite everything, despite everyone. You can always get a moment that just doesn't come at any other time of the year. And once we hit January, well, only 12 more months until next Christmas, right?
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Such a day. Such a week. Such a year. I'm not the most social person you'll meet: it kind of depends on how the rest of my life is going (all you need to know is that I have someone on standby to drag me out from under my bed if it's ever necessary). I'm more of a burrowing sort of person, a fort sort of person. Dissapear into a safe place with enough books and food to last me into the next year. That's more than you'd think: let me give you an example. I took...I believe it was 12 books altogether (ten originally and two bought along the way) on a family trip to Disneyworld. The trip was a week, with one roughly 3 or 4 hour layover and one two and a half hour trip in (I slept most of the way back, and I think I got distracted on the planes). We went to go on rides, go to the different lands, have a good time. We did, of course; but I read through 9 of those books, touched on two others, and there was only one that I didn't open.
In a week. Not that I've been able to quite match that pace since, or tried, but wheeeeeew. The things that happen when I don't watch TV. Meanwhile I'm drowning in Library books, books I've bought but haven't read, and a handful that I read as the fancy takes me. Over 60 books on my current list, about 10 of them library. Sound the Riot of the Valkeries. Movies are another thing I am trying to indulge in: theater especially, since the screen's so huge. I saw Tangled the other day in 3D and was blown away by some of the floating lanterns. Beautiful. That's what I love about the movies: it was said best in Phantom of the Multiplex (I know, I know, no one ever watches the weird Halloween Specials anymore). An elderly man who actually LIVES at the movie theater lamented that todays world isn't mystical or magical, that it's often depressing or tedious. 'But,' and this is what I will never forget, 'There is still magic in the movies.' Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader is coming out this friday, and I fully intend to make a day of it. I wanted to talk about writing on this post too, but I ran out of pep. Perhaps next time, and I still want to write about Christmas, perhaps as a writer would. Later. I'm new.
I suppose everyone's been 'the new kid' at some point or another--part of the entire expereince seems to be feeling your stomach turn over a few times and standing around with your arms sort of dangling by your sides, wondering what on earth you should do, where you should start. Guess I'll start with my penname up there. Now, the original idea comes from when I was in high school, doing a career prep class. I became an educational assistant in...I think it was a grade three class. I don't remember who told me this, but one of the girls looked at me and said that I was very pretty; exactly like Mimi the Mermaid from the Spongebob Squarepants movie. For those of you who are not as childish as I am, Mimi is the daughter of King Neptune himself, and she really does look a lot like me, though my hair's gotten longer since then. I wear that compliment with pride: Mimi is one of the best parts in the ENTIRE movie, AND a princess, AND a mermaid to boot. The second Mimi has more to do with this site: Mimi the stripper from RENT. She has some of the best songs in the show: Out Tonight (ah, to hit notes like that) and Without You (wonderful song) being two that spring to mind. Even though she's an AIDS-infected drug addict, I rather admire her for her 'seize the day' attitude. Not to mention I'd love to see her Famous Lawn Chair Handcuff Dance just for fun. The only other Mimi I can think of (I note these are all from movies and none from books, my drug of choice, how dissapointing) is the renamed character from the original Digimon series--one of my first animes. She wasn't one of my favourite characters, but still, I used to wait every day for that show and write about it in my diary. And, she has pink hair later on, which I DO love. So that's the name. I probably could have picked something that would have fit better, but Mimi got into my head and stuck, so Mimi I remain, at least for awhile. I like it better than my real name anyways. I want to write books for a living, or at least, that's what I tell people. Push is currently coming to shove and not much is happening. Certainly not as much as I want to happen. I'm working on it. Life getting in the way, as usual, though times a little more trying than usual at the moment. Problem is everyone else is having trying times too...I keep threatening to crawl under my bed. I actually have someone lined up to pull me out when I finally snap and stay under there for a month. Violently, if necessary. Confusing thing is, I actually have less stress than last year, but my stomach is still working on its ulcer. Wish I knew what was really wrong. Or rather, wish I knew how to make it stop. Christmas coming up soon is a good thing, at least. I'll write up something giddy about that soon enough. |
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