Indifferent Ignorance has started snowing, so it’s time my darlings for this classic carol.
And this one.
Honestly if I don’t post these somewhere at this time of year, assume I’ve died. Anyway now I am actually feeling quite Christmassy. The sun sets at 4pm; the shop I work part time in is full to the brim with stockings, cinnamon candles and novelty bedspreads; my freelance work is nearly done and I have even managed most of my shopping. I accidentally bankrupted myself in the process, because my brother and I are getting presents between us but I went a bit overboard with my debit card before he gave me any cash, but still. Christmas is nearly here and I’m not completely immune to the odd Micheal Bubble song.
That being said, I am worried (and by worried I mean ‘just fending off panic’) about the following:
- Getting visas in time for Asia
- Getting cash for petrol so my mum can use my car when I’m in Asia, thus making my extortionate insurance worth having
- Selling as many notebooks as possible this side of Christmas because they take up valuable wardrobe space (minimum orders of 100 units always seem like a great idea)
- Selling as much from my shop as possible this side of Christmas because although my mum has offered to send things out while I’m away, I’d rather clear as many of those 100 units as I can while I’m in the country because I have an irrational inability to delegate tasks and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to cope watching someone else parcel up my precious merchandise
- I’m on overtime at the shop next week (so byeee Christmas spirit) but because I’m leaving at New Year and I’m almost done freelancing I’m going to probably be broke as a joke when I’m back from Asia
- I’ve already eaten too much chocolate and it’s only the 14th.
I have control over roughly two-thirds of that list, so I’m going to nip back to freelancing, text my brother about visas and work on holiday promotion. And by work on holiday promotion I mean remind you all that UK customers can get free postage on orders over £8 with the coupon SNOWFLAKE16 until 3rd January, and that shipping will be UK-only from January through April so if you’re overseas and you like something, get a move on.
Never let it be said that I eschew Christmas traditions. It’s a tradition that I subject you to the world’s best Christmas music every year.
Okay and now I have a present for you guys. Yes, even you, person who stumbled across this on a weird tag. Those of you who come here sporadically might remember me talking about Headspace, the mediation app. I love doing Headspace; it’s the only time of day I get to feel smug that I’m looking after myself (and other people, because it’s helped me learn how to stay calm and clear my head). The app even has this cool feature where you get a little reward for completing a certain number of days – hit 20 days and you get a voucher to give to a friend for a month’s free use, that sort of thing. Problem is, I quite frequently forget to do a day here or there, so my counter goes back to one. I start up again, and when I next hit 20 days, a voucher hits my inbox.
I currently have seven of them.
So, my gift for you this year – other than the MCR video I’m about to list – is Headspace. If you want one of the month-free vouchers, leave a comment here saying happy Christmas/whatever you celebrate, and I’ll email you the access code. (Technical shit: all Headspace is free for 10 days, I have no idea how long the codes are valid but so far as I’m aware it’s forever, I can’t guarantee you’ll love meditating. Oh and there are only seven vouchers up for grabs, because I’m on a good streak at the moment. Gift open until 31st January.)
Oh, 2005. Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, snowflakes.
Original, slightly clearer version, with a blog-rant by Tim here.
Mishty and I haven’t finished #ProjectSnowflake yet, but the original is here.
“As in previous years, all proceeds from the sale of this song during the month of December 2012 will go to the National Autistic Society (NAS).” Head over to iTunes, Amazon or 7digital to do something simultaneously nice and legal.
Who needs Mariah when you have Gerard, anyway?
…And who needs actual songs when you have Tobi?
When WordPress lets SoundCloud embed like it ought, I’ll do a SoundCloud jam blog. Until then, xmas sux.
Happy birthday, Jesus!
So, today’s the second of December, which means two things:
- Indifferent Ignorance will be snowing until January
- We can watch this without feeling creepy:
On the downside, I have to go Christmas shopping with a grand total of five pounds to my name. Don’t expect anything fancypants this year, guys… You might get quite a few homemade gifts. Like, er, ‘The Twelve Haikus of Christmas’, or ‘Once Upon a Time In Bethlehem’.
Please don’t make me write either of the above.
Hopefully, maybe, possibly, I might get to write lots of cool stuff soon-ish. I really hope so, at least, I quite miss spamming you all…
I just remembered what I wanted to blog about all day! In my Physics mock today, there was a question about circles or something, I don’t know, and it discussed a guy called Frank riding a carosel. All I could think of for a good ten seconds was this:
I’m not spending hours on Google finding the 10000s of memes people came up with… Here’s a good starting point.
I’m pretty into Christmas. I’m not a Christian the other 364 days a year, so I’m not going to pretend it’s all about Baby Jesus – my favourite part is the lights.
You know, it’s dark by four o’clock and the ten minutes of sun we do get are when we’re in class (or it’s cloudy). But, instead of fumbling my way home with only the faint glow of street lamps to guide me, there’s lots of flashing Father Christmases and nodding raindeer to illuminate paths. Plus everyone is in a better mood and there are lots of specials on TV, like Top Gear and Doctor Who.
My favourite ever Christmas song, which I first heard in June but got me festive anyway:
My second favourite song, which I heard in Maths on Friday:
A drawing that gets us all into the spirit of things:
Last, but not least, SHSG’s resident Santa, Tobi!
Oh, and before I go: if Gerard DID buy that hamster, drop me a line. I wonder every time I watch Life on the Murder Scene. Who keeps a pet on a bus, did Frank sit on it, was it called Bert…?