This is perhaps a better follow up to the poorly edited 'Christmas' post with the HUGE gaps between the paragraphs.
That's Christmas! from andy pearce on Vimeo.
So is this the real meaning of Christmas? I believe it is.
Anyway, I have a huge amount of jobs to do, like tidy my room.
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Monday, 15 December 2008
Candles, Christmas Pudding and Carols.
Just a note on the last entry. I didn't finish it when I started writing it (obviously, but there was a two day gap) and when I got round to publish it I couldn't be bothered to proof read it. Sorry.
Yesterday was a good day. I went to the morning service, then to lunch at Miss Nelson's to consume chilli con carne. I then spent about an hour and a half cleaning Rachael's house, as she was to leave the next day and feeling too under the weather to do it herself. So I did it (I don't know why her other housemates couldn't do it). Then we went to the Candle-light Carol service, and that was good. Then we went to the pub, then consumed a homemade Christmas pudding. But I will let you into a secret. Come on, closer, we don't want anyone else to know. Its just that...promise you wont tell...well, I don't think I can tell you. Okay. The pudding was mouldy. To be honest, it was the tiniest bits of mold, they were about the size of the capital O on you screen, and there were about three of them. I was not going to waste hours of cooking and preperation just because of some mould smaller than my thumbnail. So I cut it off, and fed it to people. They enjoyed it. Unfortunately, Rachael is allergic to penicillin, so I have to wait and see what happens on that front.
Today I had some people round for dinner and played Kerplunk. If anyone knew that Kerplunk could descend into such mayhem, such madness, such trauma, then WHY THE HECK DID THEY NOT WARN ME? Seriously, there should be notices on the boxes: 'Do not allow immature students to play unsupervised'. Sticks, silver balls and phallic components were flying everywhere. It was scary. Then we played consequences. Of course that fell into the sordid and bizarre category and somehow in one of them we managed to reach the conclusion that 9/11 was an act of divine judgment, or something of the like.
So, Stephen: Aha! now we're even.
Yesterday was a good day. I went to the morning service, then to lunch at Miss Nelson's to consume chilli con carne. I then spent about an hour and a half cleaning Rachael's house, as she was to leave the next day and feeling too under the weather to do it herself. So I did it (I don't know why her other housemates couldn't do it). Then we went to the Candle-light Carol service, and that was good. Then we went to the pub, then consumed a homemade Christmas pudding. But I will let you into a secret. Come on, closer, we don't want anyone else to know. Its just that...promise you wont tell...well, I don't think I can tell you. Okay. The pudding was mouldy. To be honest, it was the tiniest bits of mold, they were about the size of the capital O on you screen, and there were about three of them. I was not going to waste hours of cooking and preperation just because of some mould smaller than my thumbnail. So I cut it off, and fed it to people. They enjoyed it. Unfortunately, Rachael is allergic to penicillin, so I have to wait and see what happens on that front.
Today I had some people round for dinner and played Kerplunk. If anyone knew that Kerplunk could descend into such mayhem, such madness, such trauma, then WHY THE HECK DID THEY NOT WARN ME? Seriously, there should be notices on the boxes: 'Do not allow immature students to play unsupervised'. Sticks, silver balls and phallic components were flying everywhere. It was scary. Then we played consequences. Of course that fell into the sordid and bizarre category and somehow in one of them we managed to reach the conclusion that 9/11 was an act of divine judgment, or something of the like.
So, Stephen: Aha! now we're even.
Saturday, 13 December 2008
Christmas
Yes, the festive time is here. The nights are getting darker, the weather colder; but there is still something special that is in the air.
So here are some things that I like about Christmas:
So here are some things that I like about Christmas:
- Realising you forgot to eat yesterday's advent chocolate, so you have an extra one to eat.
- Making someone happy by buying a really nice present.
- Feeling the love when you receive your presents.
- Being around family and friends.
- Remember the true meaning of Christmas: that Jesus was born 2000 years ago and 33 years later died to save the world.
However there are three things I do not like about Christmas:
- Commercialism: the major companies have hijacked this festival for their own ends.
- Christmas Shopping: it is far too stressful.
- People getting annoyed at Christians. This one may sound bizarre, but it is my pet peeve. When I was in Australia (not during Christmas time, I might add) a lady on the radio said 'I hate it when I'm Christmas shopping there are people singing Christmas Carols, ramming their religion down my throat.' This is why this statement annoyed me. Actually there are three reasons. First, not all Christmas Carol singers are Christians, and that was a sweeping generalisation. Second, this lady is allowed to celebrate a Christian festival anyway she wishes, but Christians aren't. Third, as she is celebrating a Christian festival I don't think that it would be a wrong to assume that she has some religious beliefs, or at least invests in the traditions of a religious festival. So she is a stinking hypocrite.
That rant over adieu.
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Farewells, fun and food
Ah such a busy week. I will go back to just a bit before I wrote 'Frostbite and Friends', so in other words to last Thursday.
So after the Harry Potter party I slept in to about midday, and then went to Banana Club. Banana Club is something that my church runs for children aged 5-11. It was quite enjoyable, but some of the children are, naturally, difficult to handle. However, Sam, my friend, and I are always looking after the youngest group, the 5-7s. They are quite adorable. One of them asked me whether I would be his dad, and if it wasn't for the abduction charges I would have easily consented.
Friday, I think I got up late again. But it was a baking day, as the Christian Union was putting on a pudding party. However, I don't think my puddings were actually that good, but I was distracted. About 9 I went to Rachael's, my girlfriend, house (although she was already at mine) to attend a farewell party of a friend called Rishel, who was returning to India. It was really fun, and we ended up dancing in Pier (a nightclub) until about 2am.
Saturday was the annual Stable Trail at St Mikes, which is where children are lead to different scenes of the nativity. I was a Wise Man (number 1, I'd like to add). So that meant I spent 4 hours telling children the meaning of the gifts, cleaning up shredded paper that had been thrown across the side-chapel and smiling. By the end I was grumpy. As in really grumpy. Kids I'm okay with, you have to expect kids to make things that little bit more difficult for you. It's the parents that begin getting on my nerves. They're just so annoying. For one part the kids had to root through a trough of shredded paper to find parts of a star jigsaw thing. Towards the end, because the groups were so large we got about 3 of the children to do this, but naturally others would join in. What irritated me the most was that the parents encouraged their children to do this, rather than trying to keep things slightly less chaotic. Also, whilst their child decided that they would wreak havoc by littering the whole room with shredded paper, they'd just stand back. Also the parents would be quite demanding, insisting we'd attend to their child's needs whilst trying to help about 10 other children. Then one parent stood/sat/walk across/ruined the star jigsaw thing. Fools! But still, I enjoyed it, and it just goes to show that you shouldn't go dancing (or convulsing in my case) until the early house if you have to help with children and their idiots of parents the day after.
After the stable trail I went to the pudding party for about twenty minutes and then went home and slept for a full 17 hours. Yes, from 9pm until 2pm. After getting up at 2 on Sunday I went to Rachael's and then to church, where I attend two services, the main normal one and the Student Carol Service. It somehow became my role to serve the mince pies and teas etc., then order the clean up effort despite being in no way involved in what was going on. C'est la vie.
Monday, for a change I got up at 6. Monday was to be the day of the St. Mike's Christmas Ball. Yey! It was so much fun, despite the food not being fantastic. However, it was somewhat bittersweet at the end, I was really tired so wanted to go home, but also wanted to continue as this is probably the last Ball I'll attend (although there may be plans to return next year for it).
Yesterday, being Tuesday, was quite a good day. I went to a dissertation meeting with my tutor, who also happens to be the Head of Department. It was quite encouraging as she said I seemed well prepared, which was news to me. We also spoke Masters, but I shall probably discuss that in another post. However, she did say it was worth pursuing as I'm 'obviously academically gifted'. That was nice. Then I went to a Research Seminar on the reading experiences of those in the Middle ages, which was actually really interesting and dispelled a lot of myths about that period that I've adopted.
After that I went to the Links (the university's St John's Ambulance division) Christmas Meal, which was tasty and fun. After that I returned to Rachael's and we chatted.
Today, I woke up a 3am, went to the loo twice, tried to sleep some more, then tried to work and then got distracted by facebook, Stephen's post, and then writing my own. It is now 7am, and I think I need more sleep.
So, to use a salutation as a valediction,
Good morning.
So after the Harry Potter party I slept in to about midday, and then went to Banana Club. Banana Club is something that my church runs for children aged 5-11. It was quite enjoyable, but some of the children are, naturally, difficult to handle. However, Sam, my friend, and I are always looking after the youngest group, the 5-7s. They are quite adorable. One of them asked me whether I would be his dad, and if it wasn't for the abduction charges I would have easily consented.
Friday, I think I got up late again. But it was a baking day, as the Christian Union was putting on a pudding party. However, I don't think my puddings were actually that good, but I was distracted. About 9 I went to Rachael's, my girlfriend, house (although she was already at mine) to attend a farewell party of a friend called Rishel, who was returning to India. It was really fun, and we ended up dancing in Pier (a nightclub) until about 2am.
Saturday was the annual Stable Trail at St Mikes, which is where children are lead to different scenes of the nativity. I was a Wise Man (number 1, I'd like to add). So that meant I spent 4 hours telling children the meaning of the gifts, cleaning up shredded paper that had been thrown across the side-chapel and smiling. By the end I was grumpy. As in really grumpy. Kids I'm okay with, you have to expect kids to make things that little bit more difficult for you. It's the parents that begin getting on my nerves. They're just so annoying. For one part the kids had to root through a trough of shredded paper to find parts of a star jigsaw thing. Towards the end, because the groups were so large we got about 3 of the children to do this, but naturally others would join in. What irritated me the most was that the parents encouraged their children to do this, rather than trying to keep things slightly less chaotic. Also, whilst their child decided that they would wreak havoc by littering the whole room with shredded paper, they'd just stand back. Also the parents would be quite demanding, insisting we'd attend to their child's needs whilst trying to help about 10 other children. Then one parent stood/sat/walk across/ruined the star jigsaw thing. Fools! But still, I enjoyed it, and it just goes to show that you shouldn't go dancing (or convulsing in my case) until the early house if you have to help with children and their idiots of parents the day after.
After the stable trail I went to the pudding party for about twenty minutes and then went home and slept for a full 17 hours. Yes, from 9pm until 2pm. After getting up at 2 on Sunday I went to Rachael's and then to church, where I attend two services, the main normal one and the Student Carol Service. It somehow became my role to serve the mince pies and teas etc., then order the clean up effort despite being in no way involved in what was going on. C'est la vie.
Monday, for a change I got up at 6. Monday was to be the day of the St. Mike's Christmas Ball. Yey! It was so much fun, despite the food not being fantastic. However, it was somewhat bittersweet at the end, I was really tired so wanted to go home, but also wanted to continue as this is probably the last Ball I'll attend (although there may be plans to return next year for it).
Yesterday, being Tuesday, was quite a good day. I went to a dissertation meeting with my tutor, who also happens to be the Head of Department. It was quite encouraging as she said I seemed well prepared, which was news to me. We also spoke Masters, but I shall probably discuss that in another post. However, she did say it was worth pursuing as I'm 'obviously academically gifted'. That was nice. Then I went to a Research Seminar on the reading experiences of those in the Middle ages, which was actually really interesting and dispelled a lot of myths about that period that I've adopted.
After that I went to the Links (the university's St John's Ambulance division) Christmas Meal, which was tasty and fun. After that I returned to Rachael's and we chatted.
Today, I woke up a 3am, went to the loo twice, tried to sleep some more, then tried to work and then got distracted by facebook, Stephen's post, and then writing my own. It is now 7am, and I think I need more sleep.
So, to use a salutation as a valediction,
Good morning.
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