Xmas MPD

The fractures in my personality become most pronounced when I make Xmas or birthday gift lists. I find the sprawl of my lists to be more indicative of my facets than anything. (I like to think of it as facets of my personality, and not schizophrenic splits present within my multiple personalities :)

Fortunately, gifts lists aren't requested of me all that frequently anymore now that I'm an adult. My mother stopped buying presents for the adult children, and I even managed to convince her to reduce the amount of stuff she bought the kids, winnowing the whole thing down to where she primarily buys one expensive gift, and allows Santa to fill the stockings. It's an intense relief, since I have a hard enough time with crap build-up in my house (do they have a spray cleaner for that??) without adding cheap toys that are going to break immediately but that Things 1 and 2 will insist can be fixed, are still wanted, or that they'll still play with them.

On the other hand, I'm still a girl and I like gifts. In fact, deep inside I'm really more of a 15 year old boy, and I like toys. I want an ipod, dammit. Ok, it doesn't have to be an ipod, but I want an mp3 player. I want one that holds at least 3 gig. Someone had theirs at the last Studio party, and plugged it into the stereo so we could listen to their variety of music all night. I want to do that again, but with MY music! I want to plug into friends computers and raid their music files to dump into my own. I want to take music I like and think my friends will like and deliver it over there to put onto their hard drive. Somewhere along the line, I became an audiophile. I don't know how it happened, and most of the time I deny it, but I love having a huge storehouse of music on my computer, it makes me stupid silly happy. I love seeing what other people have on their computers, and getting samples of the stuff they listen to. I think you learn a lot about someone from what kind of music they're drawn to.

On the other hand, I spent the summer around people who work with their hands. I have always valued the right tool for the job and NICE tools. My stepfather is a machinist and instilled in me a love for useful steel, quality tools that get the job done. I want a leatherman. I was gooey eyed over the leathermans when I was at Wal-Mart. They had the Leatherman Core and the Leatherman Wave. The Wave was the one that had everything but the pipe wrench on it, but it's heavy. The Core is a little lighter, but has less stuff. I don't know which I want to haul around, exactly, but I want one. *stomps feet Veruca style*

The gripping hand is that I start school again in the fall of 2006. I went to a meeting yesterday about the program, and it's starting to feel so official that I'm actually going to be doing this for the next two years. Interestingly, the music school dropped the program, and so another school COAS (college of arts and sciences) is picking it up. They don't have the details worked out, but it's no longer going to be an associates degree in costume technology, but a certificate in fashion design. (a certificate was described as more than a minor, less than an associates degree) I don't much care, since all I'm really interested in is the construction classes. In fact, the restructure of the program has made it even more tailor made (pardon the pun) f0r me. They cut out the apparal merchendising crap, the mandatory slave labor camp with the opera/ballet, and left the construction, fashion rendering and costume history. Perfect! But, what that ends up meaning is that what I really NEED for Xmas is a plus sized dressmakers dummy.

So, ipod, leatherman and dressmakers dummy are all on my Xmas list. How disparate is that?? Now I just have to decide which one is most important, since my dad is the only one who still asks for an xmas list. Although, I found out last night that my brother got a loan payment made by my mom forXmas, which bodes well for me getting number 2 on the Xmas list as well :) I even paved the way with her... "well, I don't need a loan payment, I want an ipod!"

Hehe, you can breach the 30 year wall, but the 15 year old kid at Xmas just never goes away.