kelland

Five days until Christmas. It's difficult to grasp. I have had plenty of somber, un-festive moments lately, so it seems surreal that Christmas is so damn soon. I have a lot of shopping left to do. I have Christmas cards to mail. I have presents to wrap. I have a half headache and a supreme lack of motivation. I want Christmas cookies. I am restless and mundane.

I am waiting for the hefty pay check I will receive on Friday (courtesy of Baker's Pizza) to continue Christmas shopping. However, I also need the money for a hair cut and books for next quarter and art supplies for my tedious drawing class and gas and gas and gas to travel back to Athens. Luckily, Christmastime means moneytime and spendingtime and feelingguiltyaboutthesaidspendingtime. What a vicious cycle in which we discover ourselves. I am tired of money. I am retiring from money.

("I wish," she says.)

So far so good on the whole "re-vamping" of my photography thing I had planned for winter break. I have uploaded several discs of images dating from last autumn until the present. The images have been neatly organized and appropriately named in their designated folders on my Mac lappy. Additionally, I have re-edited and re-toned over 100 choice images. They look spectacular, I must say. I had absolutely no knowledge of the importance of proper color correction until about two months ago. College has taught me something after all.

I have deleted most of my flickr photos so that I can re-upload them in their corrected and perfected conditions. I am no longer updating my deviantART account. It's far too tedious to maintain. I would delete the damn thing but apparently there's no way to do such a thing. Lame.

I have also uploaded everything from my home PC and last year's dorm PC onto my Mac. Everything from English papers to letters I've written to old, shocking photographs now resides in its proper place with me. I like the feeling of having everything I could ever possibly need located in one convenient, reliable place. 'Tis the beauty of the lap top computer.

I saw a movie last Thursday that changed my life, as profound as that sounds. Everyone must go see Into the Wild. It is a beautiful film that forced me to re-examine my tender life and my few meaningful relationships. Likewise, it made me grateful for both my ability to share love and for the wondrous gift of receiving love back. Who could ask for more? I cannot imagine wanting anything other.

Monday was Baker Pizza's annual employee Christmas party. I attended with Dan and partook in the festivities including eating, socializing, and exchanging gifts. Emphasis on the exchanging gifts bit. This is the way it went down: each employee spent about 10-15 dollars on an anonymous gift. All of the gifts were placed on a large table at the beginning of the party and names were drawn and announced out loud. I was the first name drawn, which was strange considering I work with about 50 other people. The first gift I unwrapped was a bottle of Jager. Appropriate because I am probably the only employee who doesn't drink and and and I am not yet of legal drinking age. I didn't mind that the next person drawn chose to steal my gift rather than choosing a different "mystery" gift for himself; however, because he stole my original gift, I had to choose another. I picked the pink Victoria's Secret gift bag which contained a small fish tank with a tiny fiddler crab inside. I was pleasantly surprised. Dan and decided to name the crab Kingsley, though I am almost positive it's a girl. She likes to spend time in her small castle, and I think she's a little shy, so I don't see much of her. Ho hum. Anyway, I like having a pet crab. It makes me feel precious precious silver and gold.

I have to get up relatively early (for me) to drive to Columbus tomorrow/later today, so it's about time I settle into my sheets. I love you. Goodnight.