Ten days of Blogmas?

I'm challenging myself: I will be responsible for ten posts over Christmas break, a span of eighteen days. That way I have time to make them a reasonable quality while not having too much time to slack off. I came to a realization that my problem lately is that I can't decide what is blogworthy and what isn't. This is my attempt to rediscover my blogging voice again.

Clever name suggestions for this venture would ever be appreciated. I will feel very lame if I actually use "The ten days of Blogmas." My dignity can't handle that. I'll also try my best to find a clever name. Please help my dignity?
Hearts,
-J-

'Tis the season.

I came to the conclusion that I genuinely love the Christmas season. I've heard so many people lately saying that it's stressful for most people (I get the impression that that's what boring middle aged people do who do everything begrudgingly because they've dug themselves a dreadfully unexciting existence). The way I see it, if you're stressed by the Christmas season, you're doing it wrong. You need to embrace it, with more chill Christmas music ('Seasonal favourites' on the right sidebar), cuddles, blankets, peppermint and ambiance. I don't get stressed by it, and I'm a noob barista in the busiest season in my senior year and anticipating exams at the end of January.

Christmas shopping with a steady paycheck is something new to me. I've had a lovely time with it, as I'm not as limited as I used to be. It also helps that I have a pretty fun, borderline eccentric group of people to shop for. I'm very happy when I have license to buy cute/ridiculous things for people.

Not to mention that Christmas this year brings Les Miserables, which has the decency to come out on a Tuesday (cheap night), and the Doctor Who Christmas special, which in reality is probably going to be pretty awful, but as a committed Whovian I'm excited nonetheless.

How are the holidays treating you guys?

On a different note, I think my youth group was proud of me:

I guess I'm just in a giving mood, as opposed to the usual 'let's see how much food I can eat out of the youth cupboard before someone makes me feel drastically guilty about it' mood (for the record, one pudding cup, two cans of ravioli, three juice boxes, four granola bars and two waffles).
Hearts,
-J-

Julianne 'Damage Control'

I'm officially that person that people invite to parties to keep them from doing stupid things. After two admitted instances of this happening in the course of several days, I'm convinced that I should put 'Damage Control' in between my first and last name.

I guess I just have the perfect balance of common sense, integrity and nonjudgment. I didn't realize that I was so trusted and it's weird to realize it all at once. I am apparently the most reliable embodiment of common sense. Maybe I'm really good at convincing people that things are bad ideas, the person that people believe in to keep them from making stupid drunk decisions. My superpower, maybe. I'm the Batman of parties.

Too bad that some of my friends are such sloppy white hoes. Will and Missy are currently at a stalemate over who is more so. It's frighteningly even.

If this persona turns out to actually be a thing, I have quite a job set out for me when university rolls around. And I'll make a really good old lady someday.

Just musing and trying to get out of writer's block.
Hearts,
-J-

Phantom Style: a Halifax review

Halifax was pretty great.

Highlights include:

•  One pretty intense game of Apples-to-Apples.
• Posing with mall Santa with above group and later the entire choir.
• Seeing Elf the Musical, which was cute
• Going to a dinner theater. We saw a show called "Phantom of the Fishplant" which is as screwed up as it sounds. We came to the conclusions it was written for people of significant levels of intoxication, as the Phantom was Santa's alter ego and 'Gangnam "Phantom" Style' made an appearance.
• Seeing Breaking Dawn Part 2 with ten people. Aidan had the occasional outburst, we gave it a standing ovation and just generally pissed off the entire theater.
• Walking to a gas station in the middle of the night to buy ramen noodles. 
• Visiting a farmer's market and consuming food while we stopped to sing with Christmas songs with a vendor, found appropriate presents for people with hippie parents, and admired expensive and beautiful sweets. 
• Aidan, Imtiaz and my brother all acquired the same stalker: a slightly aggressive and obsessive niner girl. To this situation, Aidan responded with flusteredness, Imtiaz with fear, and my brother by curling up into a little ball of antisocialness, his usual state.

 I found some pretty nifty people to hang out with, some of whom I previously knew and others who I didn't. It was pretty good.

Now I'm back and have a pre-pre-exam rush since exams are at the end of January, giving us only two weeks of school after Christmas break. I also have a time off blackout at work for December, which is a colossal pain because I have a ton of choir things that I shouldn't miss. I'm going to try to convince the guidance office to let me have a free period next semester so I can deal with the sheer amount of things I need to do the rest of this year. So. Many. Things.
Hearts.
-J-