knitdiot

I tried at least, title-wise.
Today mom went to get her hair colored and since there's nothing to do here (except, of course, finish that scarf I HATE FLIPPING SCARFS) I decided to go with her. Not like it's super far away or anything. Yeah. So, anyway, she's getting her hair colored and I'm all there's nothing to doooo when I remembered that a few stores down there was a Jo-Ann's and at Jo-Ann's there was fricking yarn. Because all I need is more yarn. I wandered over there and debated on whether to buy yarn or not then went back to Mom and got her to give me some money. Honestly, I don't know how I did that. She never gives me money.
So I walk back, deciding on the pound of Caron yarn on sale for 5 bucks...or the pound of Sensations Rainbow Dot yarn for 6 bucks, then I look at patterns and there are few-to-none crochet ones so I'm all, Shit I wish I could knit. And then I figure, well why can't I? So I pick out a pair of knitting needles. I know nothing about knitting. (And little on crochet but I pretend to know a lot if my friends ask me.) I find some Red Heart For Kids! size 5.5 needles. They're YELLOW. Son of a bitch. Where could I go wrong with yellow knitting needles? NOWHERE. I was sick of not-knitting. I wanna make cool stuff from anticraft.com and this book, DomiKNITrix at the library. I figured on not buying yarn since I already have some and I can never decide on what yarn to buy. Jo-Ann's has a limited selection of yarn. But, oh, there's this dark grey Wool-Ease stuff- just one skein of it- that's been there for WEEKS and I just want to make it into a hat or a Dalek or somethiiing. Maybe next time.
Using my wonderrrful powers of charm and wit (read: guilt-tripping) I convinced my mom to guys a pizza from Papa Murphy's, even though usually I am disdainful of Papa Murphy's but it's the yummy 5 meat stuffed pizza that makes me happyyy.
Oh man am I sad I watched all of Quantum Leap already because I love Quantum Leap. The second season finale made my cryy like the girly girl I am not usually. Well, crying over an episode of an old sci-fi show starring Scott Bakula isn't very girly-girl. It had little to none Bakula in it, as it were, mostly it was about Al. Who's the best. And Sam, I reiterate, is something of a dumbass. More on that some other time.
If I find something on TV I will crochet like crazy, finish le scarf and eat pizzaa.