I have an ever-growing list of Injuries of Suspicious/Mysterious Origins.
That list can wrap around my house.. twice.
To add to it - last night, I discovered skin scraped off my elbow.. and it left quite a gaping hole.
As to how it came about, I can only imagine.
Probably from the blade when I was wrapping presents?
There was something sharp in my shirt?
There was a sharp object lurking beneath my blanket?
Ivan managed to grab hold of a meat cleaver and took revenge for all the times I squished him unknowingly?
Like I said.. I can only imagine.
I closed it up with a bandage (all the while wincing with pain) and this morning, I woke up and it STILL hurts.
What did Ivan do?
It is already the twenty-third of December.
The eve of Christmas Eve.
Around this year, every year, I get sentimental and a little (emotionally) disturbed.
I start to reminisce about all that I have done this year.
What event took place this year that changed me significantly?
Besides the fact that I got closer to the geek-ier side of me (that, we all know)... nothing else.
Why geek? (Geek is the term used to address me by people who hear of my activities)
I spent my holidays playing video games, computer games, watching all the old sci-fi movies that I like, reading up on metaphysics, quantum physics.. and damn it, physics in general and fixing jigsaw puzzles like a woman possessed.
Besides that, I also improved my ability to draw... lips. Noses are still a barrier.
I spent a period of time re-obsessed with Interview with the Vampire.
Which led to a brief, and creepy, obsession with music sung by choirs full of little boys with angelic voices.
Which led to my being re-obsessed with chants.
Which, in turn, made my father realise that his daughter is not the most normal bunny in the farm.
Which he told me Mum.. as I overheard (I wasn't eavesdropping.. or as Samwise Gamgee said "I haven't been dropping no eaves, sir")
Is this the sentimental part of it all? Hell no. This is the disturbing part of it all.
Disturbing because if you had told me 5 years ago, that that is how I will be spending a 5 month break, I'd laugh at you and call you a mad hat but like I told my family the other day - "I have no social life!" (after I exclaimed "Am I the ONLY kid at home AGAIN?")
Is there any sentiment in it? Oh yes... my holidays, for one?
The LAST long-term break I'll ever get? Besides the possible future of me being unemployed.
What is the sentimental part?
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Maybe I said that just because it will be such a cliche.
I never get sentimental around this time of year.
Talk to me on New Year's Eve.
Or my birthday next year.
