Boxing day review (4/10)

My boxing day included feeling Les Mis feels leftover from yesterday and adding on to my Les Mis feels by listening to the soundtrack. I think this is at the same level with my Sherlock feels at the end of series 2.

Also, since Noah is visiting family around here for a week, we ended up hanging out in Starbucks for exactly 5 hours and 40 minutes because we legitimately had nothing better to do (Fun fact I found out today: apparently, where I get invited to parties to be damage control, Noah gets invited to parties because of his lingering reputation of being able to make a bong out of anything.) Maegan came in for a shift and introduced me to her coworkers to prove that she has friends. I was then accused of being a 'friend prostitute.' However, I was in Starbucks so long that I think I reached almost friend status with the baristas, as one of them said bye to me as he left. Maegan gave me a free iced tea with one and a half times the usual amount of syrup and wouldn't let me complain because it was free, despite that I was drinking liquid diabetes. Eventually Noah and I left because we felt that were loitering to a ridiculous extent.

Now I'm listening to classical records because those are the only records in my dad's collection that aren't cringe worthy artists from the 80's and 90's. Damn straight I set up a record player in my room. I'm just adding to the elements of me that will someday add up to me becoming a super eccentric individual.

I don't know what to do with all this time. I think it's time to break out the ukulele and/or guitar.
Hearts,
-J-

So many Les Mis feels (3/10)

I know you guys are probably hearing tons of Les Mis related ramblings in the past 24 hours but I need to add to it so deal with it. 

Last night, I headed out to see Les Mis with Moriah, Missy and Noah. Moriah, Missy and I were freaking out because of our Les Mis feels before we were even in the theater. Everything was so perfect. The live singing instead of studio recording, the actors, the cinematography. Bhhhhaaaaaaaaaa. I was so worried it wouldn't live up to my high expectations and I would be disappointed and I wasn't. As a super cynical person, that is not something that often happens. I was super pleased with how they went about everything, especially how for the songs, they went for emotion over musical perfection. So much brilliance was channeled into this movie and, as far as I can think, it's the most beautiful screen adapted musical I've ever seen.

It was so intense; I was so exhausted by the end of it. We were all such messes of emotions, feeling all the things. I'm seeing again on Saturday because I need to see it another time to absorb it. But even now I'm kind of questioning why I'm not currently in the theater, seeing it again.

Go see Les Mis. Just do it. And someone should also throw Oscars at it, kthx.
Hearts,
-J-

Edit: someone decided to break down every song and whoever did this is my spirit animal when it comes to criticism. 

Baby, it's Consumerism Outside (2/10)

 My Christmas Eve was pretty chill for several reasons:

• It was my first day to sleep in around two months.
• I had a legitimate sugar hangover. I ate a lot of small cupcakes when I was baking with Tatyana yesterday night. I not only had a headache all morning but I threw up at 5am (TMI, I know) after being woken up by texts from my friend Will, who for unknown reasons thought that I would be up at that time before his super early flight. This incident has led to his demotion. His brother is now my favourite because Alex doesn't text me at bloody 5am.
• Late Christmas shoppers scare me. After spending half an hour getting out of the parking lot at work on Saturday, there's no way I would dare venture out on Christmas Eve. My title says it all.
• After finishing my gift wrapping, I went on a cleaning frenzy in my room. It is now devoid of dust, mold and anything else that turns me into sneezy disaster. My OCD and allergies can rest now.
• The only time I had planned for today was an hour at church for Christmas carols and accessing my inner pyromaniac. How are they expecting good things to happen when they give us candles to fiddle with for an hour? Noah made an appearance for the first time since summer and somehow Moriah took a picture of us that looked like an indie folk band album cover.
• I'm going to read A Wrinkle In Time now because I have the lingering feeling that it is appropriately Christmasy when in reality it isn't Christmasy at all. Neither is Les Miserables but that isn't stopping me from seeing it tomorrow night.

She & Him - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Hearts,
-J-

Yearbook mysteries and apocalyptic baked goods (1/10)

Here is a promised picture of my fantastic Christmas sweater, with Maegan. Not going to lie, I kind of stole this pic off the yearbook drive at school and I have a feeling like I'm not particularly supposed to do that. I didn't ask, so whatevs, broskis.

Speaking of yearbook, I did my first work on my shared seven page section today. I sorted through all of the folders to find pictures of the faculty, which took an entire class, as the yearbook drive is a deposit of every picture, good or bad, ever taken at a school event. As that hour proceeded, the collection of photos from upwards of ten different people got progressively more unintentionally hilarious. There was an anonymous album that was 90% dedicated to my friend Allan donating blood and an folder from one of our vice principles labeled 'Faculty and etc'; somehow that meant five pictures of teachers and one picture of that interesting character from my co-op class, QHD, with a chair stuck on his head. The lack of context that the yearbook drive offers leaves me with so many unanswered questions.

Also, happy apocalypse. But as far as my knowledge goes, the dolphins are still firmly planted in their earthy ocean home, which makes me a little wary about our planet's predicted fate. However, my day did include party in my history which included clementines, baked goods, and the lovely SRC president, David, with a book of Trivial Pursuit questions sitting at the front of the classroom and quizzing us. Like looking through the yearbook drive, it was also a great use of a class.

I now look forward to an eighteen day stretch of Christmas break: tea, books and hopefully Library Crew. I need to lay on Tatyana's floor a lot to make up for lost time.
Hearts,
-J-