I'm all smiles.

I was thinking maybe it's that little bit of Christmas spirit left in me, the books I got on sale last night, or the two weeks of bliss I have left, that lately I've been in a very smiley (SHA! get it? get it?) and all in all lovely mood. 

But really, I have noticed as I lied down on my bed, humming to myself, that it is how extraordinarily ordinary my life has been lately. And the fact that I've been able to indulge in the most amazing kind of normal, instead of missing it in between... stuff. Giving the time of the year, I haven't been having to deal with all the unwanted stuff and just loving that:

My mom, my brothers, and I sing the soundtrack of 'My Best Friend's Wedding' in the car with a passion, and a whole lot of laughs. Although Jason and Matt may kill me for just revealing that they know all the lyrics to pretty much every song on that soundtrack, and have known them since we first bought the CD - I can tell you that it's one of the many reasons I love my bonkers family as much as I do (:

There is an Irish guy with emo hair on YouTube who is the cutest thing ever. I've been spending a little too much time on that website that has replaced the television lately (in case you haven't noticed, quite a few references to YouTube has been made already these past few posts). But if I get Stephen (3Sixty5Days), who cares? I have joined the leprechaun legion fersuure (refer to his channel).  

My friend calls just to tell me that her lovely crush just Facebook mailed her with a fangirl SQUEE! to greet me. It's at times like these I'm reminded that we never really grow up, because I remember getting the same kind of phone calls in 6th grade (and that was when we used darn telegrams. practically.) 

A father asks his son the times table to pass time on the subway, and I'm standing right next to them, seemingly minding my own business, but actually answering in my head. And then wondering why the hell someone made calculators and questioning my intelligence for taking a half a second longer than the 2nd grader son to get 6x7. 

People like to attack my calendar and mark random days as "I love ____ day!" and leaves limericks on it that I have to white out before my mom happens to see. Seeming that it usually involves surprisingly sexual sexual innuendo rated P. Yes, P. 

The Philadelphia Eagles won their 6th game in a row, and are headed to the playoffs (hopefully at the top of their division). Although we are doubting their Super Bowl potential, we do have quite a lot of Eagles t-shirts, an Eagles football and an Eagles license plate we used in the States - which means we stay devoted Eagles fans and they shall make it to the Super Bowl. The Colts can just go die in a hole, thanks. (MUAHAHAHAHA!)

My mom and I read Vogue together and choose our favorite outfits. I love how my mom still has sharp taste - I owe the fashion sense that I have to her. If she didn't have style herself, I don't know what I would have done, given that my dad can't quite coordinate matching items.

Whenever I see people arguing in public my dad and I think of the craziest scenarios in our head, often having to do with the Colorado River, Twitter tweets that come alive, the Mayans or somesuch outrageous things just to entertain our imagination. 

My friends and I have Latte chugging competitions which usually begin with quick short sips when it's hot, as we give each other shifty eyes. Every now and again someone burns their tongue, which seems to be a chain reaction... Yes, can you imagine we pay $5.95 to do such crap? Coke and juice just got a little boring. 

I spend about an hour at Video Ezy every time I go, because I take out about 10 DVDs and take ages deciding which ones I really wanna watch. My mom, meanwhile, usually goes grocery shopping while I stand there looking like an idiot reading the synopses of the movies over and over again. I'm a regular (:

MLIA and I love it. What puts you in a jolly good smashing mood?♥

"Pretend that you like it."

Hope you all had a marvelous Christmas! Christmas Eve is always a little more eventful in my house, since we host the dinner party and the excitement builds up for the morning, but I love Christmas Day too. Most of December 25th was spent opening presents, reading cards, and playing boardgames and watching a movie over chocolates with the family. Nothing too grand, but so cozy, I love it. I just hope we can soon enough get off our lazy asses to take the Christmas tree down rather than leaving it there until June. 

This Christmas was better than expected, and I'm so glad both my brothers came out from the States. And we may love the food and the carols, but we also love the presents, do we not? Today, on YouTube, was a video by the oh-so-genius communitychannel, which is very much relevant to gifts:

Crappy gifts.

I am proud to say, that this year I did not get any gifts I was compelled to "pretend I like," (although my fave had to be my new iPod - 16GB thank Brooke Shields). However, after 17 Christmases, I can say I've had my fair share of not-so-merry gifts.

Let's just say I love The Body Shop for two reasons: 1) apparently no animal testing, 2) they let me "try" their products, meaning I can go in, spray some perfume and walk out smelling good for free (I sound like such a cheapskate, but it's the least they can do - I pay $50 for their tiny bottle of sunscreen, hmph.)

And I hate it for one reason: 1) Everyone goes there as their first resort when buying presents because they've got pre-packed gift sets (blech, have some personality people). I cannot tell you how many body wash soaps and shampoos and bath pearls I've gotten over the years. All of which I am happy to buy (or my mother is happy to buy) for myself at Cold Storage for $7. And I don't even have a bathtub. 

Two years ago, it seemed that someone took my love for Post-Its a little too seriously and decided to give me two packets of it. At least the wrapping paper was nice. I suppose. Kind of. I am trying to be nice here. 

TEE HEE.

Sorry, Nigahiga moment there. What's worse than Post-Its, which I can actually use (and Nigahiga moments), are Hello Kitty stickers. Okay, uhm, I'm pretty sure two years ago I looked old enough to be over Hello Kitty (please overlook the fact that I still own a Hello Kitty bank from my elementary school years). Fortunately, that made a little something to keep a guest's child occupied at the Christmas Eve dinner at the time. 

All of those presents came from people I didn't know very well and who I probably haven't seen much of since the disappointing gift. So the crappiest scenario involving crappy gifts one can get into, is when someone you're rather close to gives you a present you don't like but loves it like a beast themselves. When I was about eight, my mom's best friend got me a Lego watch - bits of fitting plastic which you put together to make a watch basically. And she kept on showing me the little manual with all the different ideas getting excited and telling me all the awesome things you could do with it. I felt so bad for not liking it, I wore it for next year and a half every time I met her (and no, not at my mother's request strangely enough) and hugged her that day when she gave it to me. It was blue and yellow with glittery spots on it, and never matched with what I was wearing. I don't know where it is now, but it was probably the most vivid gift memory of my life and I still feel guilty. I think this indicates the kindness of my heart. Oh, Robyn. 

PSSH.

Christmas YouTube videos, crappy gifts, anecdotes on kindness of the heart? Hit me.♥

Season's Greetings!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!♥

I hope you all had an amazing Christmas Eve (I know I did, thanks to the great company and this feast) and a wonderful Christmas too. May you all be blessed with presents, great food and lots of love and snow :D

My favorite classic Christmas song so you will be thinking of me as you drink your hot chocolate and rip open your presents ;)

My ultimate fear.

*WARNING: If you have a fear of the words baby, push (said with a serious passion), or vagina (or a variation thereof), please close this window and go wrap some Christmas presents.*

So recently, my mom's friend had a baby (hello Ashleigh!). Hence, I am helping my mother plan a baby shower. I also recently watched Juno. Hmm, I do wonder what they have in common...

Maybe something called:

GIVING BIRTH?!

that woman isn't even in near enough pain.

(what's worse is that I had to go on Google and find a birth photo)

It's probably much too early for me to be thinking about this - after all, I am only 17, definitely not married, and I have no intention of tying the knot, let alone getting pregnant. However, with all the baby hype surrounding me lately, I have been thinking. And I think that I am utterly and most passionately terrified about giving birth. The idea of having a baby - a 7-9lb and some ounce human being - coming out of your vajayjay is like watching The Exorcist and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre on the same night, but worse. 

Don't get me wrong, I heart babies. They're adorable once they get outta there, and sure, I want to have kids when the time is appropriate. But uhm, they're only gonna be saying goo-goo-ga-ga and putting play dough in their mouth after you go through:

"PUSH!"

"FUCK YOU! You never do the friggin' dishes and you're the most useless piece of crap ever! GO DIE IN A HOLE."

"Almost there - just one last push!"

"MY VAGINA!"

will never be the same again.

Even thinking about it makes me wanna run away like a headless chicken. I probably sound like a total asshole saying this, but hey - people have fears of talking donkey, 'aight? I ain't so bad in comparison.

Hopefully, by the time it's the right time to actually properly have a kid, I'll mature enough to accept the fact that all that pain, stretch marks, and seeing the real person your husband is, is worth a precious darling baby to go on with the Circle of Life. 

But for now, I think I'm entitled to being the immature 17-year-old high school student who's looking forward to Christmas a little too much, that I am, and say that it's at times like these that I sometimes wonder why I was born a girl. 

Then again, if I wasn't, I wouldn't get to be the one shouting "i hate you, you son of a bitch!"

Have a lovely Christmas Eve everybody!♥

Merry Christmas movies.

You may or may not know that I am a total film junkie. On my screen, much of the time, it's a movie of the 20th century (black and white, especially), but I love any other decent movie just the same. Although, amidst IB I don't get to pop in a DVD as often as I'd like to.

But that's what the HOLIDAYS are for. Given the time of the year it is (which, in case you haven't noticed, is Christmas), I won't really be going for the murder mysteries, the suicidal or the gangsta films (which I happen to love), but rather the uplifting, mostly predictable and corny films. For me, Christmas is all about the happy things :)

The Shop Around the Corner

There is nothing like a classic black and white romantic comedy for the holiday season. And just so you know, listen very carefully to the last lines of Mr. Matuschek - 'cause that happens to be my dream Christmas feast.

Beauty & the Beast

First of all, I have a slight attachment to this movie, seeming that I did my first piece of English coursework ever on it. Plus it's just an impossibly beautiful movie (with more than a few memorable bits of humor) that makes everything feel well, perfect.

The Holiday

Nancy Meyers happens to be a bit of a genius when it comes to modern romantic comedies, and when you mix her romantic charm with some snow and Christmas joy, you pretty much light up like a Christmas tree. Then add Hans Zimmer's lovely score, and you have a miracle on a DVD. Not to mention, Jude Law. *dies*

Jingle All the Way

 

The Governor of California - I salute you. For making such a hilariously awesome Christmas movie that involves an action figure. It doesn't get much better than that, kids.

Bridget Jones's Diary

I chortle like a beast every time I watch this movie. Who doesn't want blue soup, big knickers and fugly sweaters on Christmas day?

It's a Wonderful Life

I don't know of any Christmas movie lists without this classic holiday movie. Hot cocoa, PJs, and Jimmy Stewart? Yes please.

I've got a one-year season pass at Video Ezy - any holiday movie recommendations to add? Hit me.♥