Last night we went to the Village Pub for our Eve dinner. I'm used to being mistaken for being older than I am, but the fact that they gave me alcoholic egg nog (it came with the meal) rather than the kid's version that I know they were passing around to everybody else who looked reasonably close to me in age was a little ridiculous. I'm turning 19 next week, not 25!
Merry Christmas all!
-beaded ring, I'm starting to think my brother aidan has better taste than I do. That is not fair.
-horrible Irish bracelet thing that I would never wear in a million years from my grandparents . . .typical (and not because it's Irish either, that just makes it slightly more acceptable).
-Massively glitterly sparkly huge pink Christmas ornament, wow both my brothers have me pegged
-$80 in borders gift certificates(which was converted into six DVDs-Empire Records, The Count of Monte Cristo, Royal Tenenbaums, The Mummy Returns, About A Boy, and Shakespeare in Love)
-Bose headphones (so loud I think I'll be deaf before the end of January)
-belt from the gap
-purple velvet robe that trails along behind me. I feel like the Queen in the 10th Kingdom when I wear it.
-yucky chocolate euros and suitably derogatory poem from my mother
-lotion from origins (made with tea, I think that's why they got it for me)
-Nails by Peter Bowen
-S75 at the art store
-I Like You by Amy Sedaris
-Channel Nail Polish in Pink Satin
-Scissor Sisters t-shirt
okay, so this seems incredibly spoiled. It comes from being from an Italian and Irish family and from having divorced parents. I feel like I should color code that I so can specify which halves of the family everything came from.