Creating
A beautiful new banner for this blog. Thanks to Blogger Beta for forcing me to redesign. I actually switched over because I wanted to use the labels feature, but since I don't use blogspot, I have to manually link the labels on my sidebar. Phooey.

Craving
Philadelphia rolls. I've been sushi hungry these past few weeks.

Eating
A delicious Turkey, bacon, and avocado panini.

Not Anticipating
The completion of my Christmas shopping. So far, I've bought my mom's present, H's present (and I don't even know if I'll give it to him since I cut him off), my cousin's present, and little gifts for my coworkers. Which leaves: Dad, little brother, Secret Santa, Fathima, Raeleen, Mel, and Tamara... and maybe D, maybe.

I always love getting thoughtful presents from people. For example, one of my best friend's gave me an engraved bookmark from Tiffany's to congratulate me for passing my Praxis exams. Such a perfect gift for me, because well I'm going to be an English teacher and am in the middle of books all the time. I wish I had the same kind of talent.

When the weather was still above 60 degrees, I made little mind notes regarding what perfect present I can give to so and so. Mind notes apparently have a high mortality rate, because I can no longer recall any perfect present ideas for anyone. And now, two weeks before all the gift-giving, I am stumped, and will probably end up buying something generic and dumb for lack of better options.

I don't know why I'm giving myself so much stress about Christmas shopping. I guess it's because I've bought into the idea that objects can define a person. And to get the wrong object for someone, would mean that you do not know the person at all. Why can't everyone just have wishlists on Froogle or Amazon. It would make my life so much easier.

Thinking
About my self-worth. I think I'm used to guys treating me badly, because H was mean to me for some time. I have to break the cycle before I get pulled into another destructive relationship. So no more flings. I'm worth more than that. It's funny. I don't even want a boyfriend now because I fear that it'll end on the same page as it ended with H. But I miss the idea of having a boyfriend: hugs, feeling like home, chicken soup when sick, and the xxx. Lol. Mr. Right will come along one day. I'm not worried. Yet.

D and I had this very conversation the other night. He said I should start worrying, since I was a few months older than him, which apparently makes me a senior citizen in his eyes. I told him I'd start worrying when I turned 30... but joked that I thought I would end up marrying my books anyway. And he asked if he could be the best man. The best man. Gosh. Just too cute for words, this D is. Hmnn, I don't know why I'm writing in Yoda-ish syntax right now. Excuse it. Pass soon, It shall.

Wishing
The day were over, so I can go home and watch Devil Wears Prada again.

Promising
To keep my temper in check. I've been snapping at my mom lately, for the stupidest things too. That needs to change, otherwise Santa will put me in his naughty list. Yes, I still believe in Saint Nick.

Labels: Weekly Tidings