Wednesday, December 19, 2012

25 DofC Days 13,14,15,16,17,18,19: The Raveonettes & Kashi Waffles & Christmas Spirit

Days 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 (I KNOW.)

"The Christmas Song" by The Raveonettes

Sometimes living on your own means your dinners are fancy, organic meals you make yourself with locally grown vegetables—a meal you enjoy while listening to the humming of traffic and some kind of singer/songwriter music. It’s so trendy, you know? And you actually have time to finish that novel—the one that’s destined to launch you into celebrity while simultaneously gaining all this crazy respect from the literary community because they’re all like, “This girl is like a quirkier Jane Austen and we love her despite her self-indulgent rants and tendency to incessantly make pop cultural references!”

But, then there’s other times when dinner means weird shit like Kashi blueberry waffles paired with red wine—a meal you enjoy while watching Cake Boss’ “Next Great Baker” followed by an ABC Family “25 Days of Christmas” original movie.

 (I mean, things have to be balanced.)

Elvis, looking sort of intense for a Christmas album cover.
I realize the latter description sounds way sad and super depressing and like I’m listening to side two of “Elvis’ Christmas Album” (can we all please agree that side two of that record is oddly melancholy?)

But, I promise I’m surprisingly content. It’s not like “Blue Christmas” is playing sadly from my record player while I gaze out of a frosted windowpane, eating a Kashi waffle off a paper towel because plates are too much effort. (Okay, the Kashi waffle and paper towel thing has happened.)

It’s weird because typically, I wouldn’t be okay with this. At all. But so far I’ve managed to go even beyond my own set of expectations about solo living.

I do have to admit though, that Christmas doesn’t seem like Christmas. And I’m not sure if this is because I’ve moved out or if it’s because each year brings with it another layer of apathy for the season—but whatever the cause, I find myself completely unmoving about the holiday.

I even tried—really tried—to get into the spirit. I have a tree, I made Christmas cookies (which were shared with no one but my trashcan because they were disgusting) and I make a habit of putting Elvis on every day when I get home (side one only!)

It’s just not happening for me, though. I didn’t even put the first Christmas decoration on my desk at work. I’m like the weird house on the street that refuses to put up Christmas lights

I’m hoping this weekend will trigger the glimmer of excitement I usually have at least once during December. There are some pretty festive activities on the itinerary, so I hope the remainder of this week doesn’t completely destroy the weekend for me. Or better yet, I don’t let it.

(Okay, so you would think as much as I mentioned Elvis and his Christmas album in this post, I’d actually make today’s song one off that album. But, nope. I like to stay consistent with my illogical decision-making. Today I chose my favorite Christmas song ever, in a deliberate effort to inch me closer to the spirit. This song plus more ABC Family movies, and maybe I’ll get there.)

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