Category Archives: Sparkle Pants gets crafty
Y’all, I am hungry. Could you send me something to eat? My new bank card hasn’t shown up yet, so I can’t even go get something to remedy this gnawing in my belly. WHAT SHALL I DO? Probably start nibbling on my own foot before daybreak.
So tonight I felt more like a real-life adult than I have in a long time. We have been at Twelve’s house since Friday night (I’m waiting for the morning I wake up and he is waiting at the open front door with a smile on his face), and tonight he spirited away my BFF so he could fill in for someone on a bowling league. I settled myself on the couch, put on some good music, and knitted my little heart out. I FELT SO AWESOME AND INDEPENDENT. Which is sad when you’re in your thirties. This is what living with Roommate has done for my psyche.
No but seriously, I really do need something to eat. That handful of walnuts and that sweet potato I had at 1pm just ain’t cuttin’ it.
I hated today. I hated it slightly less than I hated yesterday, except for the last 45 minutes or so. Now I hate today as much as I hated yesterday, if not more. SHAME ON YOU, TODAY. SHAME ON YOU.
Today was the State of the Union. Sigh. The state of the union is NOT GOOD. And it appears that it will continue being NOT GOOD for a while. What I thought of the speech is unimportant to this blog because I don’t feel like talking much about politics right now. Take your discussion elsewhere, internets.
All right, so the state of my pants is not that great either. There hasn’t been much change in anything at all. I’m waiting for my new bank card to show up. I’m applying for jobs each day. I’m fighting, and mostly winning, a battle against running far, far away. NEVER TO BE HEARD FROM AGAIN~
The state of my pants is over-dramatic. I feel like I’m thirteen.
Also? GIVE ME ALL THE FRIED FOOD IN THE LAND. Seriously. Hand it over and no one gets hurt. I refuse to say that I’m “eating my feelings” because I don’t believe in giving food a moral value. You know why? BECAUSE IT DOESN’T EFFING HAVE ONE. There is no good food and there is no bad food. There is just food and it all has nutritional value. Even those gummy bears in your hand. Calories! Which can be converted into energy! Also, are you hungry? Do you want a cupcake? Or a stalk of broccoli? THEN EAT THEM. Life is too short to worry about what you’re putting in your mouth. Your value isn’t in the number on the scale or printed on the tag stitched into your britches. I mean, yeah, it feels like it is but guess what? There are so many people out there who don’t actually give a shit what you weigh or what size your pants are, and the ones that do are probably doucherockets anyway and you don’t need to waste your time on them.
AND WHILE WE’RE AT IT, CAN EVERYONE PLEASE STOP CONCERN TROLLING AND POLICING THE BODIES OF OTHER PEOPLE? I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MY HEALTH BECAUSE IT’S NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS. AND YES, MY ASS IS FAT THANK YOU FOR NOTICING.
The state of my pants is very fat! And also sexy.
I bought SUPER CHUNK yarn to knit a cowl for The BFF. I sat down before dinner to get it on the needles and joined and stuff, and then I ate dinner, and then I came back and knit for a row. Things seemed…odd. But I ignored it. I knit another row. AND THEN THINGS SEEMED VERY AFOOT D: So then I knit another row because hey, I’m smart like that. And then I realized I could not tolerate the absolute horridness of my creation and I frogged it. Now the yarn is cast on but I haven’t done anything else with it.
The state of my pants is crafty.
I’ve had a headache for a few days. I’m not sure why and today was dotted with jaw pain, which probably means I’m spending my time with my jaw clenched, which I do without noticing until it feels like my face is going to fall off.
The state of my pants is owwwwww :(
I’ve made TWO (2!) guest blogs over at University Politico and have discovered that the term ‘guest blogger’ really means ‘ramble about pointless things on someone else’s blog’. But still, it’s pretty fun to post somewhere else that I don’t manage.
This site is pretty much made of win.
I bought some 99 cent lip gloss tonight at the grocery store and was excited because it’s supposed to taste like strawberries. Guess what? IT DOESN’T. It smells like strawberries, sure. But taste? It tastes like barely sweet nothing. Not to be confused with sweet nothings, which haven’t been whispered in my ear in a long damn time, so STEP TO IT, BOYS! You got a blogger to please. I will even wear my strawberry scented lip gloss so that you can see just how much it doesn’t taste like berries of straw.
It has taken me nearly 20 minutes to get this page to load. I hate my DSL.
So at Christmas, my brother gave me a gift card to Amazon.com. I blew it hard on some stuff for a project The BFF and I are working on, and also, I bought some fluff. A few weeks ago, I screen capped that fluff* and tonight, I made some things.
Also, I have some other screen caps to show you, of some stuff I’ve run across on teh interwebz the past few days but my connection is so dismal that I’m not even going to try.
Ceiling Justin, seen here in his less common Floaty Head form, strikes awe into an unsuspecting soul.
The unsuspecting soul calls upon Ceiling Justin for that which will make his life complete.
The unsuspecting soul in his natural habitat.
Does looking up patterns and places to buy yarn count as busy? At lunch I’m going to Rumplestiltskin to fondle more yarn and see how much Project #2 is going to cost me. I’m excited because I get to buy big needles (15!!) and this yarn and also some that is not as fancy but very dark blue. I’m still searching for just the right pattern for Project #3. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find the right shade of green?
It is really sad that I use knitting to keep myself from going absolutely insane.
Tonight we stopped by a brand new yarn boutique because I didn’t want to go home after work. And as sad as it is, I was so relaxed while we were there. I hardly thought of the things that have been stressing me out and it was lovely. I fondled yarn, rubbed it against my cheek, and daydreamed of all the wonderful things I will make in the future.
Yesterday feels like a dream. I mean, really. How could it get any better than yesterday? I don’t think it can, at all. I’ve been debating about whether or not to tell my parents. My writing is something I’ve kept from them my entire life. They know I do it. They know it’s all I want to do, but I think they’ve read one thing I’ve written. Only one. And that was because it was “nice” and “safe.” I can only imagine how much they’d freak out if they saw my blog.
The scarf I started is taking shape. It actually looks like something, which is a grand achievement for someone who never finishes anything. The CD That Isn’t is also taking shape. I have a short list of songs for it, except I don’t know if it will even happen since there is probably a restraining order on me now but I swear to god, it was not intentional. It wasn’t my fault he went the same damn way I go EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
So my horoscope was more or less accurate yesterday. I wonder if it will be today?
Greetings from the land of drugs. Good, OTC drugs. I am beyond exhausted, completely wiped. I haven’t been this sick in years. Yesterday I went home at 12:30 and honestly didn’t think I was going to make it. So. Much. Pain. The pain is pretty much gone today but it has been replaced by cramps because apparently having a wicked bad sinus infection and/or cold isn’t complete unless paired with a period. I’ve been passing time today by drinking lots of water and juice and knitting. Knitting, knitting, knitting.
I want to screen cap dvds but I just don’t have the strength.
Edit: BFF says he looks more like Jack Osbourne than Ryan Adams. I suppose she’s right but I prefer to think he’s aiming for Ryan because, well, I don’t find that Jack so attractive. Ryan Adams on the other hand…
I just joined a Yahoo group for the Sacramento Stitch n’ Bitch. That’s right. I so did. I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to begin building a stockpile of things to occupy my time come August and that I would be needing help when I started that scarf-and-hat thing for BFF since it took me a good week to make sense of purling. Not that it’s hard by any stretch of the imagination but my hands and my brain don’t often play well together. So aside from studying and writing, I plan on doing a disgusting amount of knitting later this year.
I’ve been passing my time recently looking on craigslist for housing in the area to get an idea of prices. Judging by that and what I’ve found on other apartment searching sites, I shouldn’t have much of a problem. If I get a decent job, that is. That’s what scares me the most. Getting a job. It took me how long to get one here? Not going to think about that right now. I have found several townhouses, condos, duplexes, and houses that I love and that I could afford on my own (again, with the job). What would I do with all that space? Go crazy, I’m sure. After spending four years living like a
sardine pickle, having large amounts of space is a foreign concept.
You know, sometimes I visit my blog just to stare at Howie’s neck.