little known fact

Hey. Have you ever found yourself around town, during the day, and thinking, where are all the crazy people at? I'll tell you where. The library. Really.

My shoulder/arm area hurts like a sonofabitch, for no reasons I can discern except maybe I slept on it wrong. I do a lot of sleeping. This seems very likely. More likely then actually having hurt it doing something. My muscles are weak and I am lazy. I lead a sedentary lifestyle.

Ooh! The other day..or this morning..or something...mom goes, yeah we and Londa (mom's friend) should go to Spokane and shop and stuff. I was all FREAKING SWEET because I am getting paid this week (or I should be, should be in the mailbox tomorrow) and then I was like, yeah on Saturday we should do this and Mom's like no not saturday. Turns out Saturday is the 4th of July. Independence Day. I had completely forgotten this, in fact this had not even registered with me: the increasing patriotism, the fireworks stands, and fireworks themselves all managed to escape me until Monday, when I realized that in 5 days I would have to hang around and pretend I liked things blowing the fuck up around me. Somehow I have become a jumpy person and so random BOOMs really freak me out. Like I'm some sort of small furry dog. If Blake knows this about me he will spend a large amount of his time trying to blow me up. I like the quiet fireworks- smoke bombs and sparklers. And even with sparklers, you're still holding a giant fucking stick of fire that is slowly getting closer and closer to your hand. Where is the motherfucking fun in that...So we couldn't go on Saturday. I said I'd try to get Friday off but that is unlikely, my boss is gone till Thursday and it would be weird asking for the day off right before the day. Then today, Heather and I were killing time at the Summer Reading table, I was reading Wired magazine and she was drawing or some shit. And one of the librarians comes up to us and says, you guys have Friday off. FUCK AND YES. I didn't say that out loud. Anyway. Turns out, the people who pay me and Heather (not the library), their offices are closed on Friday due to to Independence Day and since they're not working we can't work. OH YES.

Crocheting a sock and reading Alas, Babylon because it was literally the first book I picked up my floor and thought, hnn looks good.

nap-dazed

Today at work I started to get a really bad headache. I blame Jumanji. (the movie we watched today) I came home and went straight to my room, getting out of my work clothes as quickly as possible (the pants I was wearing were very, very tight around my waist and around2:30 when I wear them my sides start to go a little numb) and I was considering not even wearing clothes but then decided against it, so I put on the short my mom bought me in Yakima (which are slightly too big) and a blank tank top and then I crashed. Out like a light till about 7.
Then I had to bike to dad's real quick to get my cell phone charger that I'd forgotten there and just wore the clothes I was in and left my hair a mess.
God my head hurts so much. Like my eyes are bleeding from the inside.

thanks imdb

I was on tvguide.com, looking for something to watch (Masterpiece Theatre is on the TV right now, Poirot just shut up and tell everyone who killed that person for god's sake) and there was a movie on Scifi called Dog Soldiers, starring Sean Pertwee. Two thoughts occured to me: ahaha, dog soldiers, wtf scifi? and Pertwee is not a very common last name, is it? That guy has to be related to Jon Pertwee, the third Doctor. Then I was like wow I am a geek for knowing this. I looked it up, Sean Pertwee is Jon Pertwee's son.

I am reading this book, Daughter of Fortune, that I started out mildly liking but now I am liking it a lot. It's about this girl in like 1850 in Chile and she falls in love with this guy and she follows him out to California during the gold rush. And there's actually a lot more to it then that, there's lots of interlocking characters and stories and stuff and it's reallyy really good and now I want to read more women-in-the-west-y type things, does anybody have any suggestions I wonder. Last summer I was on a women-pirate kick. Re-read all the Jacky Faber books. Good stuff.

I'm finally getting my paycheck this week. Oh. Yes. I get all excited about it then I think, will money really make me happy? Then I think. Maybe. It'll help.

new blog

I made a new blog, these-are-my-sims.blogspot.com. It's not a catchy title. But that's where my Sims stories go now.

for chrissakes

Napping is awesome. Fuck. Mhmm, naps.
Amazon.com has basically surrendered and is now suggesting anything that has even the slightest to do with David Tennant. Lol, Amazon.

my mom

Is running the Seattle Rock 'n' Roll Marathon with her boyfriend right now. In Seattle. Thanks to the internet, I can track her pace and her time, and watch the a live webcam of the finish line. Kick some ass.
So I'm watching the live finish line, which is just staff milling about right now. Something went wrong for a minute, the camera guy was basically like..wha? where'd the runner go? Peter Olmey is about to win this thing.

vodka + aj

Sandy wanders in and asks me if I want one of what's she's drinking, I say, what're you drinking? this raspberry vodka slushie thing. Yes please, I say. Omnom. It's delish. I drank it really quickly. Because you can't really taste the alcohol but I can like feel it. mhmm.

noice

Today, Dad came back with a pizza and Blake woke up from his nap.
Dad: Hey, sleepy.
Blake: What? Hey, you, drinky.
Dad: Huh?
Blake: Yeah. I can make up nicknames, too, Dad.
It was very lols.

evening.

Right now I'm at this blogging workshop at my local library, where I work, awesomely. There are 4 people here. And one of them is my boss, who organized this. And another is the guy, an English prof, who's running it or something. Teaching. Teaching the wonders of a blog. I don't know his name. But his beard is impressive.
Heather's here, too, sitting next to me and makin' her blog. I think. No, wait. She isn't. She's on some writerly website that English dude told her to go on and God only knows why she's still on that site, since that was like 5 minutes ago.
I hate Internet Explorer. So. Much. I get so used to Firefox at home and at dad's, and then I get on this library computer and there's lazy Internet Explorer what doesn't spell check my things, and, since this a outdated version, no tabs. How am I supposed to live without tabs? HOW. I ASK OF YE.
Today I was reading this book, Daughter of Fortune, I picked it up at a library book sale, and I opened it up and a picture fell out. Of some girl. It was weird. It's a good book, though, so far, although the writing style is kind of bugging me, at first it was being told from the future-like, and the third-person nararrator was all reminscing and stuff and look, without Mozilla Firefox I am nothing. I have no actual skills at spelling, just a handy add-on. Anyway, then the book stopped doing that. Got better.
I'm at my father's this weekend. Which means Sims 3 and good food. As far as I can tell, the two only very good things at my father's. Basically- we wander through the store and I go, cookies we need cookies! and string cheese and this and if you buy a cake mix i will make cupcakes and blake likes these and WE NEED MUFFINS. Peach muffins. Onnomnom.
My sock crocheting is going strangely, to say the least. It's guesswork mostly. Is this big enough, how many stitches here, should I switch to hdc? It's a bit big. I do not want to frog all of it, though, it's sock weight yarn with a 3.25 hook and it's going along nicely enough. I hope it will get a better fit, I think this happened the last time I crocheted a sock. Then again. That didn't turn out well. I'm just killing time writing, I think.
Mom's out of town this weekend, out in Yakima, then to Seattle, to run the Seattle Rock 'n Roll Marathon. Kick some ass. Every mile they have a band set up and they play music for the runners. Sounds cool. 'cept for the running thing.
Jesus Christ, Michael Jackson died. Bad things happen in threes. Celebrity deaths. Been saying this for years. This week- McMahon, Fawcett, and Jackson. Last time it happened, John Ritter, Johnny Cash and some other dude, I forget his name. John Ritter was funny. He was on an episode of M*A*S*H, very early, like Season 1. When M*A*S*H was good. Now, I am literally just typing anything what comes to mind.
My fingernails are colored. I didn't paint them or anything, stuck my fingers in a watercolor set at work today. Yes. My job is that exciting. Also today I drew a chalk line on the ground. My favorite part of work putting the papers out. We get the newspapers in the morning and I always get to them first, sort them, and then go put them out. Smell of newspapers is intoxicating.
Type type type. Heather is a loud typer. Jesus. What a novelist.
These socks I am making, I think I will make them Not Ankle Socks. I'll have to finagle (HOW DO I SPELL FINAGLE!? EFF YOU IE.) a cuff onto them somehow. Ribbing is tricky with crochet. Knitting, it's easy. Knit 2 purl 2. Repeat. Crochet, it's double crochet into back loops and then turn it sideways. For ribbing. Maybe not worth it.
I am like tired. Unexplicably. I don't do much really.
Do you know what I hate (besides most everything and people and I hate bees, I really do) is when people ask me, what're you going to do with your life? I used to be worried about this. I used to care. Now, I say gleefully, "I have no idea. None whatsoever. I don't care." I don't.
My wrists are hurting now, grrr. Tagging now.

what's black and blue and stained with red

Dude, my legs. The red is blood from the part where I am terrible at leg-shaving. It's embarrassing. The blue and black is from bruises. From me. Sometimes I am like, hmm how hard would I have to hit myself with this to create a bruise? Actually not too hard. Weirdly. Anyway, my legs have little blackening bruises now, they're quite pretty. And one red mark that's sore.

I got off work early today. Wahoo. And went shopping with mom to Goodwill where I got a freakin' awesome lamp, do you know those Tangle toys what are all twisty and whatnot? Yeah it's that but a FUGGING LAMP. Fuck and yes, right? Also, I have no lamp, which makes me sad on the inside. At St. Vinny's I got a blue shirt for work. Because I don't have many work shirts. It's a light blue and I don't look half bad and the only bad thing with it it's a little tight and the outline of my bra shows but then I realized all my shirts do that really. Mom tried to pick out clothes for me and oh god. Really ugly stuff. And way too big for me. I think she thinks I'm fatter then I actually am. Aww man. This happened last year, too. Hnn. She's on this big 'aj wants to lose weight' kick lately. And I do. But man. I am lazy and don't care much. What I do care about (doctor who, TV, crocheting, yarn, and food: mostly everything, despite the name of this blog- I do care about some things, clearly, and it's a joke kind of ahahahah) is wearing neat clothes like Lolita and Goth and fuckfuckfuckwhat'sitcalled STEAMPUNK. I was thinking Clockwork for a minute. Anyway. Some flipping awesome clothes. For ah skinny people. So this summer I'm gonna try to lose weight and save money for clothes. Also I have told myself- lose some weight and I'll cut my hair. Fuck, I hate having long hair. It is awful. Always tangly and long and shit. It's awful.

My dad says to me the other day, Father's Day, 'aj what if you wanted to get a couple days off of work?' and I say, 'well i would ask my boss a couple weeks before and I'd prolly get it' and so Dad says that in July he's got a week off and wants to take us camping (argh ew) and then to Silverwood (first thoughts: we go there every frakking summer and it's boring when you've seen everything 10 times, second thoughts: they've got some cool shops and uhh a new rollercoaster so it wouldn't be half bad). So that might be cool.

I love/used to love Silverwood. For those who don't know: it's a theme park. According to it's commercials it's "the biggest Theme Park in the Pacific Northwest." Well it's not like your narrowing it down there. It's between Silverwood and like a carnival. Basically. Anyway. Silverwood used to be a flight musuem some guy owned Just Because and then he bought an old train and this is out in Idaho, right, (fuck is it in Idaho? or washington? huh, i dunno) so he's got all this motherfucking land and he just does tours of all this land on this old Train and then he buys a roller coaster (the first metal one ever made, the Corkscrew, from Six Flags i think) and then another and then some carnie rides and then they build a coaster and the rest is history. The theme, I think, is 'lame'. No, JK. Old-timey is the theme. Two of the coasters are wooden- Timber Terror, which is shaky and jarring and very short, and Tremors, notably a very kick-ass coaster. The line is always hella long. It's wooden and it goes underground. Twice. And in one they take your pic- in case you wanted a picture of yourself looking terrrified or throwing a gang sign at the camera. Whatever. Although they won't sell the picture to you if you are throwing a gang sign or anything 'offensive'. Yeah, like Disneyland. There's the old-timey train, which goes on a very boring tour around the surrounding area/forest and there's a stupid skit they do where these guys try to "rob" the train. It's never funny. Never will be. Mostly everyone just swears at the "robbers" or flips them off. That's the funny part. There are a shit ton of carnie rides that are plain and have short lines. For the first time last year I went on the fucking errr Super Round Up. The one where they just spin the fuck out of you. Then I wanted to throw up. Argh. The Corkscrew is a short, quick, jarring coaster then never have any fucking lines. Amazing. There are old-timey shopfronts and a Build A Bear type place and one of those places where you can get old-timey photos of you in old-timey clothes. And an old-timey tea shop where I've never been but want to. Maybe I can go this time. Without Blake and Dad. Maybe if Sandy comes she'll want to go with me. And the motherfucking MAGIC PALACE. Shit, shit. I love this place. Love/hate. So I used to fugging LOVE the magic show- even if I never got picked to go up. but I saw it a few years ago and the dude, the magician, SUCKED. So he'd go- what'd everyone think of THAT trick? and everyone was all ooh ah and I was all ADEQUATE. Last year was worse and at one point we were just booing him or laughing. Suuuuck. Bu there's a nice little magic shop I'll have to stop at. And Boulder Beach is the water park, but I've never been a huge fan of water parks in general. If there was nobody else there, maybe. But as it were. I'm gonna talk to Dad about this Silverwood thing- I want to go but not like for the whole day, I want to go later in the day when the lines are short and there's not a lot of people there. Because you go earlier, you just spend the whole fucking day standing around in lines, and when the lines actually start getting short- you're tired as shit and just wanna sleep. Maybe.

My back hurts from typing I need to crochet socks now.

then take a le nap

Argh, working is tough sometimes oh hell who am I kidding, my work is easy. Honestly. Yesterday, I watched Kung-Fu Panda. And like got paid for it and it was a cute movie. Today I uh. Did not do much I tell ya.
Today me and mom were in Bi-Mart and I was deciding on beef jerky (Pepperoni vs. Teriyaki if Pepperoni is on sale and Teriyaki even if Teriyaki is better? Teriyaki. Man once you type Teriyaki enough it looks weird. Like, am I spelling that right?) and then I found here in the greeting card aisle. There are few things that annoy me more then greeting cards. Seriously. They're shit. So I went on a loud, long-winded rant about how they make me despair for the future of humanity in the store.
I am crocheting socks, again, what up, to go along with the Ravelry Teens Knit and Crochet Group Summer Sock KAL/CAL. Damn. Long title. Anyway, it's a bit tricky but prolly a lot less trickier then actually knitting socks.
AND AND AND in Doctor Who Obsession News, I've finished my Doctor doll and he's adorable. Well. Finished. His jacket isn't done yet because I stopped to knit my dad's father's day gift (a remote control caddy, he loved it) and now I'm doing socks so it'll be a while still. Goshdarn cute. ANDANDAND I've figured out what yarn I need/want for my Doctor Who Scarf. Cascade 220 in the colors that TARDIS-Tara recommends off on Ravelry. She's wonderful. And it won't cost me so much, I think, only about 50 bucks (because I also want a good pair of needles, circs from KnitPicks, those harmony wood ones)
I'm like bored because my paycheck hasn't come in yet. Grr.
There's nothing on TV in summer. Well, Thursdays has Burn Notice and Royal Pains and Burn Notice is fucking spectacular and Royal Pains is adequate. Tonight, I think, is ah America's Got Talent, which I used to watch but now I get tired just watching the commercials, and Fox has Mental. I watched that last week. It was uneven, picked up storylines then dropped them just as quickly, didn't fully flesh out what was really wrong with that kid, and then gave everything a neat and wrapped ending without really explaining it. But I didn't hate it. The lead guy is British and funny and cute. And I am a teenage girl. So there you are. ABC is a wasteland of bad shows and bad reality shows and bad game shows and bad celebrity shows in the summer. It's that the rest of the time, too. 'cept for Lost and Scrubs.
I'm gonna go crochet socks and eat beef jerky. A fine evening.

just random doctor who related

Watching the Ark in Space. The Doctor (Tom Baker) says "Pity about the scarf. Madame Nostradamus made it for me. Witty little knitter...never get another one like it." cept he says knitter like knitta.

err

So in the days since my last post I've finished CRC and done other stuff. None of, in retrospect, very important. My dad was a jerk. He made up for it. Sandy flushed my eyeliner accidentally. And that sucks because it was like the only eyeliner what made my eyes look good. We saw The Hangover. It was hilarious. We went back to mom's. Mom's is so much better. I fucking love my bed.
I know I've said this before but I am obsessed with Doctor Who. And now I want to Doctor Who cosplay. Very badly. Listen, is cosplay a verb? I think so. Anyway. I want to be be fem!Jack and fem!Four and if I can find a suit for it, fem!Ten. Or like not even fem for all these, I just want to wear a fucking Doctor Who scarf with the hat and the sweater vest and jacket and go around offering people jelly babies, goddamnit. I love Four. Possibly even more then Ten. At least TB stuck in it for the long(er) run. Anyway. This I kind of want to get done by October for Halloween so I can run about doing said things and be only slightly insane. It's more acceptable on Hallow's Eve to dress up weirdly and go about, I've learned the uh hard way.
But first things first I've got to get my Harry Potter costume in order, for the movie opening. I've got Quidditch goggles and a gold and red wristband (thanks to a Raveller) and I dun think I will wear a scarf in uh July but I will need a tie and hmm what else? Bit hot for a sweater vest, no? Maybe a skirt or grey trousers. Oh, and a button up white shirt. Which will be tricky. To find one what fits me. And eh. A wand! Definetly. And wand holder. From Alivan's mebbe. Alivan's has bloody brilliant stuff, do they not?
Today I watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks for work, for Monday Movie Madness and I fell asleep. It was long. and kind of boring. I liked the Professor Brown guy though.
My heart's been acting up lately. After I eat it does a weird thumpy thing. Argh.
Hnn. I think I will go knit. Or ah. Something. Maybe I will knit a wristband or fucking hell I don't know. Or finished Headless Christopher Eccleston, which I ought to do really but ugh I am le tired.

i approve

Ah well. Now I forgot.
Lately I've been writing down interesting names I see. Today I signed an old fellow up for for the adult reading program, his name was Bridger. Kick. Ass. Name. First name, too. I like last names as first names, tho. Like on the Sims, I've got Ferguson. I like Miles. Cooper. Bradford. Ah. A lot of these come from my CRC history program. Miles Standish. William Bradbord. A cooper was a job, me thinks. CRC program is boring and etc but easy. Halfway done. I'm quick. And clever.
I speak in something of an accent, did you know? It's mostly all the ah British tv I've been watching. It is a ridiculous amount. Tonight I finished Casanova. Which was alright. Tennant was good. Slightly weird and not very uh. Uh. Good ending. Not a good ending. I mean.
There is this thing I do at work or whenever I feel really confident: I ramble. But rarely ever I do this in front of people. It's just. At work, I wear this nametag. All the librarians wear one. And I wear one. Even though it says 'Summer Library Aide'. And today we were training volunteers. Well. I was. Heather was doing book pamhplets I believe. Printing and folding and whatnot. And I was explaining to these volunteers, Ethan and oh dear i always forget the girls' names, Mary her name was Mary. This Ethan kid, I'd been told, played Peter Pan in the local theatre production of Peter Pan. So I called him Peter Pan. They were better then yesterday's volunteers, as it were. Not nearly as annoying. And the girl volunteer was like, "uh if I'm just sitting here can I play spider solitaire?" and i was oh god yes. go ahead. That is most of what I do when I sit there. Srsly. I'm getting hecka good at it.
Oh I just trimmed my bangs. Go me.
Conan is on.

urgent urgent

Today I went to work and then left for Credit Recovery, which turns out is from three to six and not two to five like I'd been told. And so I got onto the computer and started my lesson and we were chatting about the weather and how awful it was, all windy and etc, when the power flickers and goes off. And the other school buildings do, too. And the library, Main Street, and even home on 10th street. So we hung out at CRC for 45 minutes (I, having no book or yarn or anything, was left to draw idly) and then left. And now my day just got longer. Uhnn. From 9 in the morning till 6 in the evening I will be working or schooling. I regret failing a class but I certain I can whip through it.
Then I went home and played Sims 3 for a while and then read a book on the Titanic. Very interesting stuff. And watched Einstein and Eddington, starring David Tennant as Some Scientist who helps Einstein prove his theory. And also he was gay. But only kind of. And not for Einstein. I keep on wanting to say Edison. And then I get confused. Because Edison was a dick. And Einstein, so far as I know and can judge from the movie, was not nearly so. Anyway. David Tennant was very good in the movie. The movie itself was kind of boring. And the guy who did Einstein I liked very much.
So the Titanic is vurryy facinating. It's this kid's book about facts about the Titanic that I bought at Goodwill for some very strange reason, a summer ago, I think, prolly figuring I would love to know 832 1/2 things about the Titanic. (I buy James Bond books with the same logic: someday I will want to read these) And it turns out I did. Although I think I only made it to like fact 600. Where it gets boring and they're placing blame and stuff. That movie btw was not accurate. PSHAW TITANIC MOVIE. And that Titanic theme. My heart will go on or whatever. Dudes my mom was like uber obsessed with seeing Revolutionary Road and weirdly enough I couldn't even remember what movie it was even though I am like crazy good at remembering movie things. It's the Leo DiCap/Kate Winslet one that is more a less a Titanic Sequel. Titanic 2: What if Jack lived and they went on to have a shitty marriage in the 40's? I think. Basically.
Now I am killing time before Conan comes on. I will try to get Blake to let me watch Fallon. More like FAILLON we say but I like Jimmy Fallon.
Blackouts are very exciting. One time I arrived early for school, thassright EARLY, and the power went out and all my classmates and teachers were blaming me because that was the one time I was ever early. A) twasnt' my fault and B) wow that's sad. The power went back on before they could let us out. Some of the classrooms don't have any windows and are literally pitch-black with the lights off so they had to move classes into other classes. I wish'd they've left us leave.
Uhnn CRC sounds boring. 'S got a bunch of kids I dun like at all so that is pleasant. Also work work work. Although today I met a cute boy. He came up trying to drop his sister off for the movie thing but the movies start next Monday so we ended up signing him and his sister up for the Summer Reading Program.
Me and Heather have name tags at work and I think we ought to switch name tags, just for kicks.
Did I mention about how I've been learning handkerchief tricks? Today I was practising at the table and Heather was all, you do that trick one more time and I will punch you in the face. I did but she didn't.
Oy, hands tired.

so today

I worked, I ate a cookie and a brownie for lunch and sat outside and watered my plants and talked to them for the rest of my lunch 20 minutes. I worked and did nothing with Heather at work and I learned handkerchief tricks because work is that boring. I came home and basically played Sims 3 for the next 5 hours. Ate pizza. Then watched Taken and Bedtime Stories with Dad and Sandy and Blake and Taken was awesome but Bedtime Stories was very possibly the worst movie I have seen in my life. Not even kidding.
Now I'm listening to Tenacious D and waiting for Doctor Who (Tom Baker, The Robot, the first one with Baker) to load so's I can watch it then sleep or something. Or read. I'm very tired. And concerned about my plants.
Btw the best thing to blare...blare, I think it's blare, blare out you father and his girlfriend having loud sex in the next room over is the RAMONES but REALLY LOUD or FUCKING ANYTHING on Pandora's punk radio station, holy shit dad did you know the walls are FUCKING THIN in this house? mother fucker. i need an ipod so's i can be in my room blasting music. oh, note to self: get sansa from computer & headphones so at least i can listen to radio in room at night instead of sitting on computer and listening to punk out of shitty headphones.

school's out for summer

Okay so whoever did that song, that School's Out song, they need to be hurt. Every single fucking year we hear that song, whether somebody's actually playing it, singing it, writing the lyrics and illustrating them on the board, or quoting it, that's enough. Stop. Stop now.
Yeah and today's the last day of school. Well. For some people. I've got Credit Recovery (which is like Summer School 'cept it's all on the computer mostly I think) and it's from 2-5 so I have to get off work at like 1:50. I'm working now. At the library. I thought it was going to be 10-4 again but instead it's 9-4 so we can help open up. And it's really 9-1:50 for me. Bah.
So today mom lent me money and then later on gave me 5 for lunch even though she thought I was going to spend it on yarn (and I am going to, just not now) and we are going to dad's (no you know what, I was going to capitalize dad but I will not) for the next 10 days, me and Blakery bits, so that should be fun. I am going to install Sims 3, which what don't work here so well, on his computer so's I can have something to do. In between working and Credit Recovery. Funntimes. Oh, I'm taking CRC (they call it CRC but I dunno why, where's the second C from?) because I failed first semester US History. HEY ALSO; I HAVE NOT FAILED ALL MY CLASSES. Let's see. D, D+, A-, P, F, and maybe a D. English, History, Theatre, Aide, Math and Greenhouse. Oy what am I missing? Nothing. Okay. I may or may not fail Greenhouse, I hope not. And Math well I should have showed up now and then. I think Mr. Glenn does not like me. I don't blame him. He's just such a cool teacher I wish he would but I am a huge disapointment to most people anyway.
So where was I? Mom lent me money. So I biked down to St. Vinny's and was going to buy a pair of needles, a bag, and err...a bowtie, at one point I wanted these nifty bowties. Instead I saw this ring: which I cannot take a picture of, but it's like a key wrapped around a finger and it was 6.80 but I hadda have it. I has another ring that's like a nail wrapped around, but it's a bit small and this key one fits noicely. Then I went to Arby's and had that flatbread melt thing which was alrihgt but messy. I was sitting in Arby's alone, eating by myself. Aw. Then I was going to go buy yarn, I don't know what yarn, but yarn (brown for Ten, maybe) but instead I went home.
I think I have to work at 3. Uhhnn. Doing things sucks. Man.