Christmas has long been my favourite holiday. I enjoy the challenge of turning myself into a completely different person every Halloween, I like that on Easter we can eat as much chocolate as we want without judgement and even Valentine's Day doesn't go so bad - flowers and love heart shaped treats are just as pretty and tasty whether you're in a relationship or not. But nothing has ever quite surpassed the joy, happiness and cheer that Christmas espouses. There's just something about the decorations each town puts up along their main streets, the giant Christmas trees scattered around the city, the carols that play in the shopping centres and the candy canes and cards that arrive in the mail every day, that gives me butterflies. You know that feeling when you're lining up for a ride at a theme park? That nervous tension in your stomach because you know something great is about to happen but that you're going to have to wait in line for 45 minutes before it's your turn? That feeling as you hear the people on the ride ahead of you and you get goosebumps up your arms? The moment when you're finally close enough to see it and your stomach flips because you've been waiting for this since the moment your parents finally agreed to take you? That's the feeling I get at Christmas time.
And while many people dislike Christmas (the Scrooge's or Grinch's whose hearts are obviously made of coal - possibly because that's all Santa ever brought them), I try my best to force my cheer onto them all the same. This year I am hosting a Christmas dinner, which has been dubbed by my friends as, 'A Real Grown Up Party'. Apparently when you're 23 and a party is focussed more on the food than the alcohol (and everyone is expected to eat at the same time) you know you're no longer an irresponsible teenager, but a self-respecting young adult. This is not to say that any of us are any closer to figuring out what we want to do with our lives, but we'll be drinking our goon (whoever told you that you'd have more money as a grown up was a lying muggle) out of wine glasses, instead of straight from the sack, and that is a solid step in the right direction.
It also so happens that I've taken on the role of funding the remainder of K-Mart's financial year all by myself. You'd think, when you could no longer carry every Christmas related item you wanted to purchase, that you'd take this as a sign and step away from the Santa Clause ice trays. I somehow missed that memo though, and simply took everything to my car before returning for my second (sixth) round. I now have enough christmas decorations, plates, wine glasses, soap dispensers, trees, and crafts to decorate a large castle. But as I'll never own a large castle, I'm going to drown my guests in Christmas spirit instead.
In news un-related to Christmas (although I'm reluctant to change the subject) I've managed to obtain, in the midst of my shopping, planning, working, assignment completing and - would you believe it - even a sneaky city jog, an internship at Channel Nine. I'll be working with their website team over the Summer writing news stories, which is not only so intimidating that I feel ill whenever I think about it, but also pretty exciting. At the moment, I'm lying in bed covered in aloe vera cream and surrounded by antihistamine tablets, because I had a slight altercation with a particularly vengeful bush somewhere in my travels, which it turns out I'm allergic to. No one in my family has ever been allergic to anything, so we simply bought a smorgasbord of products that looked like they might help and applied them to my body in the hopes that at least one of them would work. It's been a couple of hours now and I think all we've done is anger it. Moral of the story is, never go outdoors. Fingers crossed I solve this problem before my first day at Channel Nine on Wednesday. Because the super cute business-y dress I bought off ASOS does not come with an oatmeal bath attached, or cover my currently horrific legs.
I'm going to leave this post here, because I paused Love Actually to write this and I need to know if Snape is going to make it up with Trelawney (Hint: he is).