I am almost finished with my Christmas gifts. I dont have so many to buy. I bought books. My mother have gotten a cooking book from a Swedish TV food (Swedish site) program that she likes to look at. My brother will get The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I haven't read it, but I have read a lot of great things about it. It's supposed to be really good. I just hope my brother haven't read it. A friend of me will get the latest book by Ann Rice, another one will get tea. (None of them reads this diary I hope) Now I have to get something for my dad, my grandmother and my brother's girlfrend. Difficult, difficult. I dont like to stress on town around the holidays, there are so many people and so much going on around you. I often end up not finding anything to buy and I start to think too much. I like to buy things online.
So I have been looking around on the web for things to buy. I found something for myself too. See, I have a spot on the wall by my computer here, where I need a new poster. I found it at at Despair, you know those great posters with a written message. I first thought of the Pessimism poster for myself. Then I found the Despair poster and I fell for that. I haven't got it yet, but I ordered it and I will put it on the wall next to my computer here. It suits me and the mood I have sometimes.
When I ordered from the Despair site I looked for the shipping info. This is what it says; -"For faster shipping, we'd recommend moving to the United States". Hm, so maybe I should move to the USA now, just so I can get my deliveries faster from Despair. How smart.
I like the online Christmas calendars were you can win things. I go for the Mao (Norwegian site) calender, where you can win books and the Nettavisen (Norwegian site), were you can win DVD films and such. I visit them every day. Childish fun. I always manage the quiz questions. Maybe I'll win something.
Most people will say they dont have a winners luck, I will say that I do. I have won several times in my life. Small things here and there. Things I dont really need. When I were little I often found the hidden almond in the Christmas porridge, at large school or club parties. One time a friend switched our plates because of my good luck, in hopes that she would find the almond in her porridge. Then I got it anyway. To be honest, I've never found the "Find The Hidden Almond In The Christmas Porridge" tradition to be so extremely fun. I dont really like porridge all that much and when I were little and were at such gatherings were they kept this tradition alive, I always worried about all the porridge I would be forced to eat. You couldn't leave your half full plate then, the "Porridge Nazis" would catch you up, find you at the trash cans before you managed to get rid of the white sticky stuff on your plate. They would look at you like you were an alien, they would zoom you in with eyes like photo lenses and never forget the image. The little "Porridge Nazi Aspirats" would yell at you, poke you for not liking porridge and I would swallow and swallow for something that felt like an eternity and miss my mums nice dinners. It's ironic then that I often won in the almonds contest. I always gave away my prize to one of the strange porridge lovers, I took my time to pick a lucky "Porridge Nazi Aspirat". Just before I gave up my prize they all suddenly sucked up to me, twined their fingers and pushed themselves up against me, made promises and smiled at me. -"Give it to me!", "No, give it to me!" or "You and I Kristina, we have always been friends, remember?". I made my pick, got myself some new enemies and ate the almond, because I like almonds. The little things you know... It's good.
A little mouse santa for you.
They like almonds too.
They eat them in their santa suits.
I have seen them!
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From blanketman: christmas, a state of mind somewhere between love and hate. this year I'm gonna do what I've wanted to do for quite some years now : watch "Die Hard" early in the morning, specially the scene when the dead terrorist sits in the elevator with his stupid t-shirt: "ho ho ho - now I have a machinegun". merry christmas, Kristina :) don't stress to much
From Kristina: Yes, I feel the same way. Christmas is a love and hate thing. Die Hard is a bad movie, a guy movie. I dont like it, but I dont mind seeing it. Die Hard is better than some sticky and too sweet romance movies (God, I hate those). The guy in the elevator scene is fun though, sometimes I wish I were him (bad thoughts, bad thoughts). Anyway you should have a Merry Good Christmas too Blanketman! and dont stress too much with Die Hard.