Allons-y.

WORST. RESCUE. EVER.





Dammit, I cried.
Goodbye David Tennant, goodbye Ten. (I will miss your suits and your glasses and your Converse and your lovably manic running). Oh, I don't want you to go, either.
Best Doctor always ♥

Oh-ten?

After seeing in the new year and the new decade with party poppers, babycham, a lyric-less rendition of Auld Lang Syne, cleaning-up, throwing-up, sorting out, bed feuds, twiglets, duct tape, pork sandwiches, cleaning-up, sleeping bags, the best bacon sandwiches, Apollo 13, quiz questions, iplayer and a nice bubble bath, I thought it might be time to conjour up a resolution or two.

- Work hard, read all of my set texts on time
- Buy a moleskin notebook and write in it, write stories and poems
- Keep a diary
- Write letters, post them
- Buy fruit and vegetables, eat them :)
- Start craft projects and complete them
- Save money
- Travel more
- Stop procrastinating

♥
Might have pinched a couple from last year's resolution list, but the sentiment still stands. Final David Tennant Doctor Who in an hour. I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry.

2009.

2009 has been a year of two halves. Or indeed two short thirds of university/London, one long third of Summer/holidays. In 2009 I returned to the city, acquired a cineworld card (♥) to fill my days, frolicked in the snow, took part in a creative writing weekend, joined the W.I., made new friends, went to Denmark, rushed to complete my first year portfolio, sat my first year exams, went to Denmark, took part in Race for Life, packed my bags and came home again, went to Turkey, passed my first year exams, spent numerous hours drawing pictures and running around with small playscheme children, spent too much time in car-parks, went to Prague, acquired a house and three amazing housemates, went camping (but sadly no festivals), hit a couple of horrible rough patches, moved back to London, turned twenty and went to Venice. In 2009 there were train journeys and postal stamps, iplayer sessions and lectures, face paints and skype chat, turkish baths and tie-dye, tears and laughter and (recurring theme here?) a lot, a lot of squiggly-wiggly nerves.




And there I thought I'd struggle to find photos I hadn't used already! Now, off to buy some Babycham, pick an outfit for tonight and beat up some Crunchies with a rolling pin. Happy New Year. I hope 2010 is everything you want it to be :)

Chris Kringle.

Merry Christmas, everyone.
In true Jess fashion the Christmas traditions began bright and early on Christmas Eve. I went home, went drinks shopping with my dad and then did my usual last-minute rush around Llandudno, despite my earlier assertions that things had changed. There's something quite exciting about Christmas Eve shopping, anyway. A special kind of festive feeling that only comes with frantic running and grabbing at shelves :) In the evening we drove to Conwy and moseyed over the bridge to sing carols and see Santa Claus. This year Father Christmas sounded a lot like Johnny Vegas, which was something of an improvement if you consider the various drunken St. Nicks of Christmases gone by. We found Charlotte, et al. (Charlotte and I have major finding each other skills. One time we went to Bonfire Night in Eirias Park armed with very large sticks :)) and watched the fireworks, which were fairly impressive. On the way home we drove through Llandudno Junction in search of the house of many Christmas lights, but when we arrived we found it in darkness. Sad, bad, recession times these are. Before bed I got ready for the real Santa's arrival (I ♥ Christmas, do no judge me). I took a small sherry glass out of the cupboard and my mum told me, "I think Santa would like a bigger glass than that." Santa, I told her, will get what he's given.

On Christmas morning I woke at a fairly early hour and we clomped downstairs en famille. We swapped presents and ate breakfast (pan au chocolat and twiglets ♥) and then I dressed in Christmassy garb (a combination of reds and greens and reindeer socks) before lunch. I got so many lovely presents this year, these are some of the favourites I found pictures of on the interweb:

I also got some amazing cookie cutters, a Very Hungry Caterpillar badge set, earmuffs, a DVD or two, cozy slippers from Vicki and a handmade monster from Hannah. For lunch we had chicken and duck (breaking the mold since '08), along with the essentials: pigs in blankets, roast potatoes, etc. In the evening we settled down to some Christmas television with Doctor Who (oh my) and Dad's Army. Then Charlotte and Harry came to visit and we exchanged presents (popcorn maker and Cath Kidston stationery and pretty room decorations) and played an epic game of Trivial Pursuit. The verdict = everyone hates my dad :)

Today I arranged my presents in display formation, watched some more television and had a belated Christmas day treasure hunt. Tomorrow we're off to Durham in the snow and Hamlet is on the download :) I hope you all had a lovely day.

Deery Me.

One busy, dizzy Christmas week. Have some highlights:
Avatar with Harry and Charlotte, amazing film. Christmas Meal = Penrhyn Bay/ "hoi-Sean sauce"/ crackers/ clip-on moustaches/ duck and chips/ Wetherspoons/ £4 coins/ soda water/ drinking songs. Lit meal at Pizza Hut, visiting at Nicola's house. Pantomime = Pepper Pig/ Craig Revel-Horwood/ "Hello, Mr Chunks"/ scary dwarves/ slush puppies/ "one smart fellow, he felt smart"/ Riverdance/ Paris on camera/ tickety-boo fantastic accents/ Mulberry. Secret Santa = gingerbread house/ Aydin's/ £1 reindeers/ felt Murray/ space-hopper/ Merry Madagascar/ Arthur/ vol-au-vents/ sleeping bags and fimo ♥

Listography.

I love listing things, plain and simple and although I've known about listography for quite some time now (buying three books in as few months, for example), it didn't occur to me until today that I should begin my own (click on the pretty pictures to seee). My, there's nothing finer than detailing your day to day with bullet points and a header. Oh and next time, I might actually document something other than 'Things I Want to Buy'.

Nativity!

Reasons to feel Christmassy:

ONE: Christmas night out in Llandudno. Everybody is home again :)
TWO: Waking up to a layer of snow two days in a row.
THREE: Watching Nativity with my parents. It was all very lovable, particularly Martin Freeman in his glasses and his cardigans ♥