I ended up with lots of clothes for Christmas. I didn't mind, because I'm living in a new country and need clothes for cold weather, and not fancy electronic extravagances like I'd usually acquire. Besides, I always feel bad when family members pay more than they should on awful electronic items like temperature sensors that can only be used indoors, or DVD players that only work if placed upside-down in a vacuum, just because it's Christmas.
I spent the day with Jamie, so it was still a good time with my family. I like that we also saved a poor creature's life on the day. We fostered our Christmas orphan in Sebastian: he was hiding in a bush. He was dirty, unloved and had the ice-cold wind battering his small body. It was good we saved him when we did, because we had torrential rain in Glen Rock all afternoon and he would have been soaked to an inch of his life.
My family sent a parcel along two weeks ago; it's not arrived yet. Apparently UPS is awful for shipping internationally. Every time I wake up and hear a heavy vehicle pass by the house, I think it might be the UPS truck this time, with the bundle of cards and things my family sent on.
Ignoring all the Christmas hullabaloo, I have an interview on February 15, 2006. This interview determines if I will be given a two-year extension to my staying in this country. This is one of the most important parts of my life. If it goes well, I get to stay happily married and enjoying my time with Mrs. Rivers. If it doesn't, I get deported. Things should go well, though.
I have just been asked if I had a good 2005. I did. I reckon 2006 will go better, though, now that some issues that occured in the year can be shelved away as happening a year ago. I'm not normally one for burning bridges, but I was quite an arsonist this year.
I want to set myself a ridiculous goal for next year; something I'll never really do, but can parade around with as a gambit. I'm torn between trying to proclaim I'm going to learn to drive, or that I'm going to learn to play the guitar. Maybe I'll try to learn to communicate with cats. You can't lose with that idea, you just have to be able to lie really well.
I'm going to use Scrapbook more, now that I have space to use up. I'll begin with uploading all of my icons, old and new, and then explain where they all came from, and such. That sounds like a simple goal to achieve.
In the meantime, I have work real soon. It's a strange life to have work with so many erratic hours, but I'm enjoying it more and more, now I know what I'm doing and can work as well as one of our managers does. Maybe if I learn to drive, I can work later because I can drive home instead of walk home - and with that, I could steal her job. Maybe if I learn to play the guitar, I can smash her over the head with the guitar and steal her job.
Who would you like to smash over the head with a guitar for Christmas? Last year it'd have probably been Reverend Ian Paisley. He scares me. This year, I'm not so sure. I'll have to think more about it.