I'm having a dilemma about what to post next. Help me decide!
I am still faintly broken over Robin Hood, although at least it doesn't quite rank in the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Incident category of awful. (I'm thinking about creating a glossary of terms to help people understand this site, but that one refers to Remus & Tonks being perfect and having everything happen that I ever wanted to happen with them...and then PAGE SIX-SIXTY. Still hurts to think about it). Also, I happened upon a 1-click download of the entire 2-hour finale, so I couldn't stop myself from collecting it. Am toying with the idea of watching the ending with my own two eyes - because maybe I'll turn out to be a historical-canon shipper, and it will be bittersweet instead of just bitter? - but am also thinking that maybe I should just let the horrible event stay locked up in my imagination, on the theory that if I didn't see it, it didn't happen. What to do, what to do...avoid the situation by getting off the computer, YES!
I spent today baking chocolate chip cookies (...not trying to drown my sorrows in comfort food, really; prepping/mixing batter/switching trays/cleaning up/keeping tabs on the dog requires lots of focused energy and leaves little time for thinking), doing dishes and laundry, picking up my room, and playing an unholy number of games of Farkle.
It started off innocently enough. As of yesterday, I no longer had to instigate games - Mom or Dad would see me make an appearance downstairs, or hear me absent-mindedly roll a handful of dice while passing the table, and they'd ask if I wanted to play a game. Now, if you offer a dog a biscuit or a walk, a dog is always going to accept a biscuit even if it's just gorged itself on dinner, and it is always going to accept another walk even if it's exhausted. (well, my dog would anyway) And so with me: even when I'd played 10 or so games already, and wasn't actually feeling a need to roll dice at the moment, I would enthusiastically leap at every opportunity.
But then they started playing without me. I came downstairs this morning and they were not only in the middle of game (it almost sounds scandalous - "they were Farkling at 9:00 in the morning!"), they had apparently managed to cover a sheet of notebook paper with the scores from previous games. They're playing, like, 3 games to my 1. I guess they have an excuse because it's a holiday, but GEEZE, every time I turn around, they're at it again. MADNESS IS RULING MY HOUSE!
In other news, I continue to be disappointed by booze. Mom got a bottle of wine at Christmas from her cousin - something red, supposedly semi-fruity, but with "an oak finish" - and we opened it to have after supper. As excited as I was to have the second glass of wine in my life (well, half glass), it tasted like bitter cough syrup, so I have come to the conclusion that I just don't like wine. Mom says it takes some getting used to, but if I have to get used to it, I kind of don't see the point. I mean, think how much better off I'd be if I hadn't liked my first taste of chocolate. Anyway, the next occasion for alcoholic drinks will be my 22nd birthday (apparently I'm determined to only have them on celebratory holidays), where they're going to try champagne.
As for ringing in the new year, looks like my brother will have to share the non-alcoholic sparkling cider after all.