Song of the Journal: Dulaman, by Celtic Woman.
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Our entire house smells like Christmas. And by that, I mean Chocolate Crackle Cookies. Mmmmm, Chocolate.
It also feels like Christmas, too. The computer room is slowly emptying out of wrapped presents, given to those worthy of a gift, and I have growing suspicions of what people are sending me.
BTW, I thank those who have already gotten me stuff, even though I may not have the faintest of cluses what you did get. I love you all!
In other news:
- Invited to a costume party/Sweet 16. Pretty freaking sweet. I have faint ideas to what I want to dress as: either Ciel Phantomhive, Professor Trelawny from Harry Potter
or a random Gothic Victorian woman.
- Probably going into NYC for the day on Thursday, so I'll probably be coming home with Game of Thrones
stuff from the HBO Store and Japanese goodies from Kinokuniya Bookstore there as well.
- My finals are over, essentially. I just have to go to RV tommorow and drop off a paper plus some revised work for my English professor.
I dont know, I'm kinda in a mood that flip-flops. On one hand, I'm as happy as a clam when the next moment, I'm going crazy and moody. I guess that's what happens when you're bipolar, eh?Commissionwork: Still open. Please guys, help a girl out! I need money since I still have no job, and I could really use the extra cash.
Also! My 4H club is taking offers for prizes for our annual convention, CloverCon. We need as many prizes as possible, so if you or anyone else wants to donate, please send me a Note!