I'm spending Christmas by myself this year.
Ugh. Isn't that a sentence that just has a bit of a quaver to it? You can almost picture the speaker sitting in a darkened corner with a limp paper hat on and pulling a party cracker by himself and breaking into dejected sobs as the plastic monkey and slip of paper with the joke on it falls out onto the floor.
I do actually like Christmas. But well, my folks are over in the UK seeing mum's family, my brothers are up in Hamilton and frankly I don't really talk to my extended relatives in New Zealand. Annika is in Australia and I would give my left leg to be able to see her, but in case you're new to this blog, I came back over here for various reasons that I swear made some sense at the time, and I've got a job interview on the 23rd.
I've had a couple of offers already to spend Christmas with friend's families. And I truly appreciate those offers, but I just get waaaaay too awkward taking part in those kinds of close-knit holiday situations with people I don't know. And then if I'm really unlucky I'm there during the whole presents thing and either people feel bad for me not getting anything (well duh, you don't know me) or they get me some kind of token present at the last minute to unwrap which just makes me feel more awkward.
So my plan, such as it is, consists of eating ridiculously unhealthy food, watching some good vampire related television and falling asleep in the sun if the weather is nice. I imagine I'll have the house to myself, so I might even put on a Santa hat and dance around the lounge naked.
In the meantime, I have things to do to be ready for the job interview, since I plan on blowing them away with my awesomeness. So if you feel like making me feel better, wish me luck for that instead. A job for the new years will be the best thing I could possibly get.
