December 6th: Do you believe in Father Christmas?

My thirteen year old brother does. Much as I wish I was younger again (and what a thing to say at the age of sixteen), I do think that's going a little too far. I remember what it was like, though, believing in Santa; the total magic of it all, of a man flying around the world in one night and visiting every house to deliver presents to every child, so that everybody would be happy on Christmas day. It's such a sweet idea - even if it is impossible. Bloody laws of physics.

Well, Danyl is finally out of X Factor. Okay so now you know I'm really stuck for ideas of what to write here because X Factor is so has-been now! (Just have to get my opinion in here - well, it's allowed, it's my blog): Olly should have gone instead of Danyl. Of Stacey, Olly, Danyl and Joe, Olly's the worst, followed by Danyl. Ideally, if it was really a case of the best singer, Joe will win, with Stacey second. But of course it's not a case of the best singer - as some people at work today were discussing (I very nearly went over and told them I agreed) - it's all about being a stereotypical "pop star", i.e. having the looks and not so much the voice. I bet it's all fixed anyway. But yeah, somebody - I think it was Zoe - told me the other day that the manager of the UK's biggest recording studio said that very few artists actually sing like they sound on their CDs these days and that most of them even change the pitch of their recordings so that they sound in tune. They also said it wasn't cheating... um, hello, it kind of is cheating if you're changing the way your voice sounds and pretending it's you. There are loads of people in the UK and indeed all around the world who can sing amazingly, and yet they choose these piles of crap to be the nation's "best loved" singers...

Sorry, I'll stop now. It just pisses me off.

Anyway, now I've got that out of my system I shall proceed with the interesting (well...) stuff.

I woke up this morning, as you do, with this thought on my mind: you know you either love your college or hate your job when you wake up on Sunday morning wishing it was Monday. And it's bloody true! Although in some cases it can be a bit of both. Trust my wisdom here. Having English first thing on Monday is fabtabulous and I never get that Sunday-night "Oh-God-school-tomorrow" feeling anymore. It's great!

Ugh my boss pissed me off today though. I work in a restaurant and the swingy door, through which we take the food, is annoyingly heavy. It has a window in it, but you can only see clearly through it when you're going into the kitchen and not coming out of it. (This strikes me as a bit stupid - why have it so the guests can see into the kitchen but the staff can't see into the restaurant? Maybe they put the door on back to front.)

Anyway so I was coming through it with some stuff today and my boss was coming through it from the other way. Like I said, I couldn't really see him, so I pushed the door and it was only when I felt some pressure from the other side that I realized there was somebody there so I stepped back, and in walked my boss, snapping at me that I should look where I'm going when I know perfectly well that he could see me better than I could see him. Honestly, the French! How rude!

(For the sake of political correctness: just kidding. I'm sure the French are perfectly nice people.)

I've just realized that this is becoming less like a blog and more like one of the emails I frequently write to Cora, in which I say a whole load of utterly pointless, boring and irrelevant crap which nobody but Cora actually wants to know. (She's weird - she says she likes to know all this shit... but maybe she's secretly just too polite to tell me to shut the hell up.)

On the other hand, she's not exactly shy with me and I think she'd tell me so if she found the stuff I tell her as pointless as I do.

Anyway, I'm off now, so I'll be back tomorrow to spam you with yet more pointlessness. :)

Molly x

Damn it, forgot to open my advent calendar again!