Oh No I Just Killed Christmas!

Week 1: Costa Friday with the girlies. Grab the usual caramel latte and then notice the FABULOUS christmas biscuits they have. So naturally i ask for a Rudolph shaped one. Only to realise when i sit down that if i eat this then Santa can't find his way to the houses... however he looks so good that i do eventually eat him with minimal guilt.

Week 2: Costa Friday with the same girls a week later. Again the usual caramel latte. And again the christmas biscuits take my fancy. So this time i have a christmas tree. Very little guilt required for this one because it's just a tree right? WRONG! I now realise that i have eaten everyones decorations for christmas and so whilst they already won't be recieving presents they can't even have a nicely decorated home.

Week 3: Not even a week later. Wednesday. Teaching a class of first years all about christmas in R.E. Surely i can't do any damage here? Well you would be surprised. How many people would like to forget about maths during the christmas period? Well i associated maths with christmas. Percentages of all things. There is no way christmas will ever be the same for these kids now.

The conclusion i have managed to draw from all this is that although i originally felt very little guilt over Rudolph, my destruction of christmas slowly escalated and now there is no way that it can continue. Without Rudolph Santa can't find the houses. Even if he could they wouldn't be decorated with trees so he wouldn't be able to find them. And lastly even if the trees were there and Rudolph was too, maths and christmas don't add up and so many hearts won't be in it at all. I can't see any way to change this huge mistake and so it can be concluded that i have in fact killed christmas. Just my luck.

A Break

Taking a break from my usual style:

I feel it's time to get to know me a little.

I love to sing... even though i can't. Definately not blessed with the voice of an angel.

But i have a never ending imagination. Creating stories out of any situation, painting a piture with words. I love to create a character, and feel their pain, love, joy, the same way i feel my own.

I marvel at the size of the sky. The knowledge that we are sooo tiny! In comparison to the universe.

And like every teenage girl, i love to hang out and eat pizza with X factor on the screen.

My schoolbooks are doodled with the pictures, the ideas for my stories. Pictures i turn into words. Page after page of my Little Black Book. Though i'll admit it's actually A4 so not that little.

So there you go, the basic me.

Aren't i wonderful? Just kidding, i also have a brilliant sense of humour... Sometimes!