You know Christmas is coming when Tchaikovsky and Trans-Siberian Orchestra take over my playlist. Only one question: Where are all my Chipmunks tracks?
It’s coming. And it is wonderful that the UK is already celebrating it. I cannot wait to get home and see some snow, and to giftwrap. Wrapping is one of my favorite things, but as good as the feeling is of placing them under the tree. I miss decorating ❤
All I’ve been listening to tonight is Straight No Chaser’s “I’m Yours/Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Really, really wonderful. If you don’t have it on your iTunes, DOWNLOAD IT IMMEDIATELY!
They also do a really neat arrangement of The 12 Days of Christmas, which also deserves a close listen. Acappella inspires me.
Today I spent another full day at Cultureshock, researching and uploading theatre venues/productions/reviews. Tomorrow will be spend contacting the press management to get release materials. None of this probably makes any sense to you but it keeps me busy. I like having control and having a full day without any downtime. It makes the time go by much faster.
After work I went to Tottenham Court Road and walked to Oxford Circus to see the Christmas lights that were turned on earlier that night by Jim Carrey?! It was kind of a let down, because most of the lights were blue and their design really had nothing to do with Christmas at all, which is what it should have been about. I gave in and bought a mediocre lamb & mint pasty at some shop before meeting up with Melissa. Then we took the tube to St. Paul’s and walked around a bit on the Millennium bridge and the area. Gave in again and got a mega cookie at Starbucks. Woof. Tomorrow’s dinner: 45 calorie soup, as was ORIGINALLY PLANNED for tonight. I disappoint myself. It’s only 22:18, and I am going to bed.
Tomorrow: the launch of the newly designed CultureCritic website. The theatre section is all my doing! Salad or lean sandwich. Finalizing my classes planner for next semester. Brainstorming for my paper topic due Thursday. And possibly going to the pub to drink a pint (of water). But don’t judge. There will be plenty of pints in Edinburgh this weekend.