Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Christmas and Bits

Hope everyone had a delightful holiday. Mine was quite lovely; though we mostly lazed about all day, me drinking gads of tea and watching my brother play this game..
Side Note: The game is called Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood and it is very, very good. Not so much for the single player campaign, which, if you are familiar with the series, is just more of the same, but for the multiplayer game, which is ridiculously addictive. Let's just say there is sneaking, backstabbing, chasing and customizable avatars involved and leave it at that.

Also, there is definitely a character that looks strikingly like Mr. Darcy/Matthew Mcfayden

I got some lovely things for Christmas. A little tea wallet to store the copious amounts of tea that my parents bought for me from England (My favorite is the Yorkshire Gold, in case you were wondering) and a little plug in electric heater that you can just toss into a mug of water and zap into a boil. I am, as I mentioned to someone the other day, practically a walking tea shop. Which suits me just fine.

I also got a sweater and a dress and some nice long socks to wear with boots, and a bunch of really good books (as usual, Sean has been doing much research in this department) I really enjoyed Hunting and Gathering. Like really. It's catapulted itself into one of my favorite books of all time. The characters are so good and pitted with real flaws. Just so lovely. I'm reading Shipbreaker right now, which is by the same author as The Wind-Up Girl, which I mentioned before. I think for now, I prefer the latter, but we shall see.
Today is Abbie's Birthday. We are planning on going out to a bookshop all morning and lazing about there. And hopefully dropping by the grocery store. I am seriously running out of cream and I find that a little bit daunting. How is that even possible. I swear we had an extra cartonful.
My little cow creamer has an empty belly for now.

And one last thing, I wanted to show everyone. We celebrated my birthday here a couple weeks ago and I got such lovely gifts and I wanted to show two of them, because I wear them everyday.


The first is a locket given to me by my aunt. You can't see obviously but there's a very beautiful picture of my mother and her in there. I carry them around with me, and I know it sound terribly stupid, but I makes me feel better.
The bracelet was given to me by my mother. She has a very similar one that is gold that her father gave to her when she was about my age. It's blends in perfectly with the ranks of other bracelets on my wrists. But the important part is that she got it engraved at the little stand in Portland, "The Stars of Each Night," which is part of a poem she writes in notes to us when we go away, or some boy breaks my heart, or I have an audition or something.
Anyway, it was just beautiful and it made me cry and I'm a wuss.

Hope everyone had a lovely holiday and has a good new year. Try to keep warm!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

A Letter to My Future Partner

Hey boy,
How are you? Notice I used 'how' instead of 'who'. In this respect, I am learning to be patient. I hope you are doing well. Maybe you're in high school still, though somehow I doubt it. It seems more likely that you are few years older than me. We'll see.
I addressed this to a partner, because even though sometimes that word is awkward and people at the PTA meetings give you funny looks, I don't need to be married to you. It might make things more convenient, certainly, but I think we'll know, without the law telling us, that we are devoted to each other. And maybe you're not into marriage. Maybe you come from a divorced family. You're probably not religious. Thus, partner.
A lot of the time, I think I have a type of boy in mind. Clever, honest, and creative. This is what I am drawn to, in my seventeenth year (My birthday is December 7th, boy. Don't forget it.) But obviously this changes: I have learned that I have hard time dealing with the upwardly mobile, or at least, the overly ambitious and that I find tempers extremely unattractive. I suppose really, it won't matter because I'm hoping that everything I want and every flaw that I can handle with manifest itself in you, so I don't really need to determine anything. Really, I'm just talking in my hat here. Moving on.
Just so you know, I want children. Not a ton of them. Three maybe. But there will be babies, boy, mark my words. Not right away. And if there are problems, we'll adopt. But children are a must and I am not willing to negotiate on these terms. Naming said spawn, is an entirely different matter. Your opinion in this and every other matter is precious, even though sometimes I am sure it will piss me off that you take the opposing stance.
Speaking of which, I hope we fight about important things. I don't want to quibble with you. Bickering is exhausting. Although our arguments can't be too all encompassing. That can break things too. We'll find a balance I am sure, if we have both picked carefully enough.
I am a little frightened of the world. There are opportunities out there that I don't want to miss. You, for example. And I've only got one chance. So if I falter and wander for a little while, I appreciate in advance, your patience. Really. I know that it will be hard. I will try to focus quickly.
Anyway, I guess I can't wait to meet you. I'm not really looking very hard right now (Teenage boys feel very young), but I'm preparing. I'm getting good grades, and trying to be a decent, benevolent person. I'm playing cello like a maniac. I'm molding a girl that you will love someday. And that's pretty exciting.
So I guess I'll see you soon. Be good and safe, boy.
I love you,
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