Here I am again!
It’s been almost a year (give or take a few months) since I was last spotted on here, and as you may or may not know (those one and half people who still pay attention to this blog), I have long considered just leaving this blog for dead. My literature-blog, is much better, seriously. No one gives a fuck about my life or political views, and they shouldn’t either.
But I always seem to come back to it. And I do now, too.
So what has happened since last time? Well, I started my third and final year of college, I got a part-time job, which is awesome, and… Yeah, that’s basically it. That’s really it. I turned 22. Big deal. Oh, and the supreme court ruling! Given how this is a semi-political blog (albeit about issues that shouldn’t be political), I felt it correct to mention this.
What you can expect now, though, compared to what you may or may not have earlier, is a few posts coming up from now on. I do have a few ideas, and even more things going around in the world infuriating me, or just engaging me otherwise, so stay tuned. Or don’t. Whatever you prefer.
That is an odd question.
However, I will answer it, ’cause what else am I here for? I prefer wrapping paper, because it’s much more exciting. You usually see where the gift bag comes from, which ruins a bit of the surprise, and there’s just something about the feeling of unwrapping something. I am very much used to wrapping paper, so I might be biased in this case, but whatever? I am never pretending not to be biased, so…
Come to think of it, it saddens me that I hardly keep any Christmas traditions anymore. There are a few things I always do at Christmas: Watch Christmas movie, drink mulled wine, suck on candy-canes in the more tasty way… But any direct traditions we haven’t had in my close circle as of lately.
However, we do have one that I greatly appreciate, and that is our family tradition on Boxing Day. On this day, I visit my maternal family, and it is always nice to catch up with them. I still get along with my cousins very well, and the food is always amazing.
That must be my favorite current Christmas tradition.
My all-time favorite holiday smell, has got to be the smell of gingerbread dough. My grandmother (you must be fucking bored – all my childhood memories have to do with my grandmother, but whatever) always made gingerbread from scratch and my mother, my siblings and I used to come over to her place to shape them.
And the smell of – not necessarily the cookies, but the dough – was so heavy in the air that I still remember it clearly, even though it has been five years since the last time we made gingerbread together.
The easiest people to buy for, are almost always those who actually provide you with specific wishes. In my case this year, the easiest person to buy for is my mom, as she has done just that and did so quite early this month. I have a few friends as well who aren’t difficult in that department.
It varies from year to year, but in my case, the easiest people to buy for are usually those who can provide me with a concrete list of wishes, or just one or two concrete wishes.
This is my teeny tiny Christmas tree that I bought nineteen years ago. Still standing strong, that little fellow.
There are quite a few Christmases that I remember quite well, so I will mention them all: The Christmas of 1995, since that is the first Christmas I can remember experiencing, the Christmas of 1998, because that was the first year we spent at my grandparents’ place, the Christmas of 1999, considering that was the first time I started crushing on a guy, the Christmas of 2007, which was special for so extremely many reasons and marked the end of a pretty fucked up year, the Christmas of 2008, but maybe only because I started jamming out to Christmas carols in October that year, which made Christmas two months long, and the Christmas of 2010, considering that marked the passing of my grandmother… These are the most memorable Christmases for me, and it is hard for me to ascertain which one was the most special, as they were all so in different ways.
This is a picture from a less memorable Christmas, the Christmas of 2005. Here you see my brother, my brother, me, my grandmother (may she rest in peace) and my little sister. Merry Christmas.