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Dec. 25th, 2003 08:19 amMerry Christmas from my cousins' house! Turns out they're weird and open all their presents Christmas Eve, so everyone's sleeping late this morning. I was up late watching two movies and listening to my dad snore, but I was still up at 8 this morning. *kicks internal alarm clock*
It was fun, though. ^^ Last year, we didn't get to have a big inter-family Christmas. My dad got a set of barbecue implements that could kill someone. O.o I got some nice clothes, lovely jewelry to go with all that black and red in my wardrobe. XD A book on mythology, and one on birds (research material!), a CD, a few DVDs (I'll be showing my sister The Ring when I get home, kekekekeke), a gift card for Suncoast, a CRAPLOAD of nice-smelling bath stuffs, some towels of my own so I quit stealing my sister's, and a lovely quilt from my grandmother. *snuggles it, hasn't had one since she was like, five, and that one got lost*
Anyway, my bus leaves at six tonight. I'm paranoid that my luggage will weigh more than Greyhound allows. -_-;; I'm going to take a shower this morning so I'll be as clean as a 17-hour bus ride will allow. When next I update, it'll be from Florida. Zack's got a digital camera and a photographer's streak, so maybe I'll post some pictures,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eag. ^^
Man, I wish I had Belleau Woods to listen to; I love that song... It's about the battle at Ypres(sp?) when, I think the first year of World War I, the Allies and the German soldiers started singing carols back and forth then got out and talked to each other and played ball and exchanged photographs and cigarettes and booze. There was even a German guy who'd lived in London and who asked that a letter/regards be given to his girlfriend. In the song, they start firing again after the truce ends, but actually, they had to be ordered to do so, and then they fired over each others' head, and eventually both sides' commanders had to transfer the units out, because they just wouldn't fight each other. To this day, descendants of men on both sides make pilgrimages to the village. It's probably among my favorite Christmas stories; I find it incredibly inspiring.
Side note: I love my dad. He got to hear his favorite Christmas song on the drive up here, a Spanish-flavored song by Garth Brooks about a little orphan named Maria and the first nightingale. He cried; he says he probably likes it so much because his dad (who died before I was born) liked that kind of Spanish sound, and he knows he would have loved it if he could ever have heard it. *snuggles papa*
It was fun, though. ^^ Last year, we didn't get to have a big inter-family Christmas. My dad got a set of barbecue implements that could kill someone. O.o I got some nice clothes, lovely jewelry to go with all that black and red in my wardrobe. XD A book on mythology, and one on birds (research material!), a CD, a few DVDs (I'll be showing my sister The Ring when I get home, kekekekeke), a gift card for Suncoast, a CRAPLOAD of nice-smelling bath stuffs, some towels of my own so I quit stealing my sister's, and a lovely quilt from my grandmother. *snuggles it, hasn't had one since she was like, five, and that one got lost*
Anyway, my bus leaves at six tonight. I'm paranoid that my luggage will weigh more than Greyhound allows. -_-;; I'm going to take a shower this morning so I'll be as clean as a 17-hour bus ride will allow. When next I update, it'll be from Florida. Zack's got a digital camera and a photographer's streak, so maybe I'll post some pictures,
eag. ^^ Man, I wish I had Belleau Woods to listen to; I love that song... It's about the battle at Ypres(sp?) when, I think the first year of World War I, the Allies and the German soldiers started singing carols back and forth then got out and talked to each other and played ball and exchanged photographs and cigarettes and booze. There was even a German guy who'd lived in London and who asked that a letter/regards be given to his girlfriend. In the song, they start firing again after the truce ends, but actually, they had to be ordered to do so, and then they fired over each others' head, and eventually both sides' commanders had to transfer the units out, because they just wouldn't fight each other. To this day, descendants of men on both sides make pilgrimages to the village. It's probably among my favorite Christmas stories; I find it incredibly inspiring.
Side note: I love my dad. He got to hear his favorite Christmas song on the drive up here, a Spanish-flavored song by Garth Brooks about a little orphan named Maria and the first nightingale. He cried; he says he probably likes it so much because his dad (who died before I was born) liked that kind of Spanish sound, and he knows he would have loved it if he could ever have heard it. *snuggles papa*
