The title of this journal reminds me of my grandma and how she used to say on the phone, "Can I just borrow your dad for a quickie?" and I'd have to stifle a laugh. BLlss her. Now, however, she confuses me for my mum. Tsk. Anyway, I digress.
Heehee, 'Funkytown' has just come up on my iTunes playlist - the shame of it. I was gutted to find out this song is from 1980 - I always thought it was perfect naff '70s-ness. Ah well, it's still great (for it being appalling).
I'm pretty much ready for Christmas now. I've wrapped up my parent's presents and written all my cards, as well as send Christmas wishes to all of those who I haven't done cards for. I'm starting to feel ever so slightly festive now. Yay. About time. Tonight we have guests coming round for dinner, tomorrow we're popping around to see various family members, as well as collecting the big feck-off turkey from my grandparents (you can tell I've been watching a lot of Father Ted recently), and on Monday it'll just be a quiet Christmas with my parents and brother, stuffing our faces with plenty of food and playing with our many shiny presents. I can't wait.
I've been terrible with my Christmas work - I have two 2500 word essays to do for the 12th January and I only just made a start yesterday. Even then, all I did was type out the heading, question, add page numbers and do a rough plan of what I planned to write about. As well as that I have to make a start on my final project, which is going to be a script. Trouble is, I don't really have any ideas. Argh. Oh well, I hope to come up with something in time. I just need some motivation. Anyone?
Merry Christmas to whoever reads this - hope you all have a lovely time.