December 29th, 2005
|11:30 pm - Photo Spam, and the Jobbification.|
So, as I promised melbournian a photo of how the purple hair is... well, slightly less purple, now, I thought I'd go bung a couple of photos from Christmas up as well.
Not that I took many (I don't find big family photos particularly interesting, so I didn't find much to take pictures of).
Hmmm. Not so much purple as blonde with purple streaks. Which is quite weird, really, I haven't been blonde in ages.
I like this. This looks prettiful. Beats the crappy Brunswick grafitti around here.
The Sister with Lucky, our poor dear (and rather ancient) cat. She insisted I take this photo.
I swear, everytime I went near the thing, it started reaching for me. It was evil, that tree. Pure, pure evil.
Also, did not mention it yesterday, but I have started on The Job.
The Job is actually quite crappy, really, but the people I work with a nice, and it is good enough for now. Money sucks, but it's something for the resume, and will keep the parentals happy for the while.
And most people I ring are quite nice. Not very many hang up or are abusive, I've found - I've only had a couple be nasty. Though I was amused by this one lady who hung up on me because she was busy watching the cricket.
Sounds like the best resolution one can make, in my opinion.
Speaking of New Year's, what are you all doing, Melbourninas?
*chokes with laughter*
Oh, my, that does amuse me so.
You're not wrong, that is one terrifying Christmas tree!
Blame The Sister, she decorated it.
But between that, and the TCI teaser trailer, I was afraid to enter the Lounge Room. I was afraid the damn thing would attack me!
Consider her blamed. *nods*
*snorts* I don't blame you! Between the decorations and those branches at the top that appear to be reaching out, I don't think I'd be too willing to get close to it, either. I choose life.
I'm surprised our christmas tree looks innocent, I had an eleven year old and a seven year old "helping" me decorate it. *long suffering sigh* They have their own...unique ideas, I'll give them that much.
Yes, it was a very, very frightening tree. And then we had to go and put pressies under it. Well sort of, what with me forgetting to pack mine and all.
Still, it was freaking creepy.
And you gotta love little kids and their decorating style. Or big kids, considering the Sister is 17.
Teehee, I can just imagine everyone launching their presents from the other side of the room due to not wanting to go anywhere near the christmas tree of almost certain doom.
*clang crash!* as the breakables land. Ahh, good times.
I'm terrible with forgetting presents :S Or really good at it, I should say. I haven't given my friend her birthday present from May yet *sheepish look*.
Teehee! These kids were seven and eleven, and after telling me that my tinsel positioning was all wrong ('No, you've got put it like this!') they got bored and decided to dance around to Bohemian Rhapsody instead. So I did the rest, but they got the credit. Bah!
No-one else seemed to have a problem with the tree, actually. Obviously, they had spent too much time around it, and it hadstarted to have a negative influence on their minds.
I forgot my sister's birthday present last year. She has never, ever, let me forget that.
And that's what kids are for, I suppose. Being bossy and lazy, and then getting all the credit.
May I ask how you managed to convince TreeBeard's younge cousin to be your christmas tree? Because unless your area suffers from large amounts of radioactive fallout (which could explain a few things), thats about the only explanation I can come up with for that tree...
And the purple/silver/blonde hair looks quite cool :)
I have no idea about the source of the tree. Or the members of it's family. It was just there when I arrived home.
And thank you.