Christmas Eve

Yesterday I finished 937.5 of my 520 hours of co-op. I began to pack up my things at 4:45, I made sure that my passwords and codes were all written down on a paper on my desk, and I exited the building one last time as a co-op student.
As it is Christmas Eve I have spent the day wrapping presents and listening to Christmas music, as it should be. A majority of the Christmas music we listen to in our house is Trans-Siberian Orchestra. The following is a quote from their album The Lost Christmas Eve.

In a stable
In a manger
In the cold winter's air
In the arms of his mother
A child's lying there

In a city
In a village
Though the years have gone by
The child still remains
With the dream still close by

And each year on this night that child reawakens
And each year on this night that hope rebegins
That the dream he has offered might one day be taken

For the sake of our brother
For the child who's forgotten
For the dream that is still lying there

Merry Christmas! this is t-bear signing off

Words

Hello, my name is Tessa.

I am a writer.

I like writing. Correction, I love writing. More specifically, I love words.

I love how they all fit together into a beautiful word casserole. So many letters creating a symphony of vowels and consonants woven amongst each other to become that which is based on syllables and sounds.

Words are like chocolate to me. I eat chocolate with my stomach, I eat words with my soul.

Without the beautiful creation of words I would not be able to sit down for a couple of hours some afternoons and read a book like I do.

For a book is just a combination of many words which make sentences and then paragraphs and chapters and novels. The beauty that is a novel is nothing without words. 

As I am a writer, I sometimes come upon a time which is called a block. It is something that creates a rather large wall between me and the thoughts that encourage writing. I cannot think of being a writer without having these brief blocks. I say brief because I would not be able to claim myself as a writer if a block were to become permanent, halting future writing all together.

If you are a writer, do yourself a favour and never stop that which you do for yourself. The inspiration that creates the writing derives from the love of writing.

 

4 days left, 6 days until, this is t-bear signing off

Proud New Parents

Tonight I went to my mentors house to make Gingerbread Nativity Scenes with her and her son. If you haven't yet had the chance to make your very own Gingerbread Nativity Scene then you should get on it. They are much more fun to make then those boring gingerbread houses. 

Bellow I have displayed the end result of my beautiful Gingerbread Nativity Scene.

 

And here are the very proud new parents.

On a completely different note, I would like all of you to know that I only have 10 more days left of office work until Christmas vacation. I am very sad to leave the office but I am also very excited to go back to school. 

I won't be homeless anymore, which is a bonus!

I am also happy to report that I am all enrolled in my classes and tuition is paid for. I even picked my elective with the strong influence of my mother. Here I come January 6!

16 days till Christmas! this is t-bear signing off

Books and Clothes

The good news is: I received three more books in the mail today. Thank you Black Friday sales!

The bad news is: I can no longer fit any more books on my shelf. It is just too full. I guess I'm going to have to purchase a new book shelf before I invest too heavily in the items that shall be placed upon such a shelf.

The other bad news is: I can no longer fit any more clothes on my hangers because for some reason I have run out of hangers.

The good news: I will be headed off to school in less than a month, and will then be moving a majority of those clothes out of my closet and into the one I will be using for the next four months.

Welcome back to the family Emma, this is t-bear signing off

Eternal Falseness of the Spotless Mind.

It is the first Sunday of advent and also the first day of December! For most of you I hope this means that the Christmas music can start, if it hasn't started already. I've been listening to Christmas music since the 19th of November.

After church we had a wonderful potluck to raise money for a computer program in a children's school in Ukraine. I thoroughly enjoyed the food and the conversation.

There are Christmas decorations beginning to appear in the sanctuary but there won't be a tree until later because we always have a real tree. Oh do I love Christmas.

Then another spectacular happening occurred when we returned home from church. There was a chocolate advent calendar sitting on my chaise. It's even a good Lindt chocolate advent calendar. Thanks Moma!

Hello world, it is I, Alex.

As it is the first of the month I had to turn the page on my Batman calendar that hangs on the fridge. I was sad because this is the last time I will get to change this calendar. I really enjoyed having that Batman calendar on my fridge. I guess this means it's time to start looking for another awesome calendar for 2014.

And now I leave you with a challenge:

Don't eat all your advent calendar chocolate on the first day!

 

this is t-bear signing off

 



Taco Tuesday

Today is a very special day. Taco Tuesday commenced at supper time,and there will be two excerpts from my writing book today.

I would also like to point out that although there were clouds out all day that threatened snow, we did not actually receive any more snow than the piddly little amount that feel whilst we all slept. This is rude. London is merely 2 hours away and they got a blizzard while we can't even sprinkle enough to cover the grass. Pitiful.

 

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About.

 

Start a story with the line "When I confronted him, he denied that he'd ever said it."

 

"When I confronted him, he denied that he'd ever said it."

"I thought as much. He never was one to tell the truth, even when his mother became involved."

"She's involved now too? Oh he must hate that."

"Don't I know it! He hardly even looked at me when I mentioned how much her contribution has helped our case."

"She sure has made an excellent addition to our cause. I'm not sure we could have made it this far without her."

"Well I'm sure it doesn't help that her own son denies ever saying that he knows how to make crepes like the French. If I had such skill I wouldn't hide it in a cupboard."

"I know what you mean."

 

 

A newly invented product that will change your life.

 

The Lindor chocolate truffle machine.

 

"Empty it and we'll refill it for free!"

 

 

Stay excellent, this is t-bear signing off

It's back.

Today was a rather spectacular day because I finished my book at lunch. I read Divergent and now I'm about to start reading Insurgent. Hold on, things are getting intense!

Another awesome happening of the day, I got my keyboard tray installed at work today. Only one month left and I almost have a fully functioning work space!

 

The following is an excerpt from 642 Things to Write About.

 

Write a scene that begins: "It was the first time I killed a man."

 

"It was the first time I killed a man."

"And when was the second?"

"No, I mean that was the only time."

"So you've only killed once or only one person?"

"Yes. Wait, what? I only killed one time."

"But did you kill one man that one time?"

"Yes, I did."

"Did you kill only one man that one time or did you kill two men that one time?"

"I only killed one man at that time."

"So you've never killed more than one man?"

"No."

"You've killed more than one man?"

"No, I already said that."

"But you know you killed one man."

"Yes."

"What was his name?"

"He doesn't have one, the dead never do."

 

this is t-bear signing off