I'm an orange stained very happy girl right now.
Did I mention I was spinning yarn, yes I did maybe, anyway I have been, bought a spindle and some roving from etsy and it's fun and so last night I plyed the yarn and set the twist (i sound like a pro but i'm not lols) and then today I read about dying with Kool-aid so I got all excited and bought some Kool-aid and DYED the fuck out of that yarn. Now it's orange and I'm orange and ohh so pretty and good-smelling. I'm goina make a cowl with it, since a) it's not a lot of yarn b) easy garter stich and add a few buttons (figure out knitted buttons holes you fool) c) it smells nice.
So when I'm not spinning, I'm writing. Bad fanfiction in random notebooks, just to fill the time and because ideas get into my head and I can't get them out until they're on paper and then they're awful, the stories, and I feel better about myself because I can stop being so obsessed with it. Like this one I have right now, it's been bugging me all day, but as soon as I start writing it I'll be less obsessed 'til it's awful enough. I'm weird, I know.
The other day mom made me get rid of Lots of Books because I have Too Many Books. Also she bribed me with food. THAT WOMAN IS A DEVIL. and I was just basically at one point TOSSING books into a box and one of them, a paper flies out and I am all, wuuh? It was, lols, an old bit of story that I wrote, some Harry Potter fanfiction type of thing. Weirdest pairing I ever liked: Harry/Parvati. Yes. Oh yes. I WROTE it. Like a page and half but still. And in the same book, I found a list I wrote like 4 years ago. (no, it was four years ago- it was from 5/09/05), a list of Fictional Character I Am Inexplicably In Love With. err wow. 13 year-old self? Sad. Even sadder? Essentially 90 % of that list 17-year old self is still in love with. Inexplicably. Aww. I;ll re-find it and put it up here, soon, with edits and additions.
Right now I am searching Etsy for undyed wool roving, since now I love spinning and oh god, I love to DYE. If I didn't already have some roving- gorgeous stuff from the Flying Ewe, btw- I would snatch up a pound of undyed stuff like that (makes snapping sound). YES. I kind of want to get into this spinning-and-dying business and see if I can sell any locally but I doubt it. Still. YARN THAT SMELLS LIKE ORANGE KOOL-AID. NOMNOMOM.
On the same topic of Mom Making Me Rid My Books, it was very painful. Some of these books literally changed my pre-adolescant life. Like Memoirs of a Bookbat, The Egypt Game, the Giver, Gathering Blue, THE FUCKING EGYPT GAME. I had the Egypt Game in the box, that mom put in the hallway, the Getting Rid of Box, and so a few days ago, I walked by all casually and snatched it back and now it's under my pillow and every so often when trying to sleep I'll feel it and get all happy. I love that book. SO MUCH.
Umf, umf. Work tomorrow but with science tricks and whatnot, should be jolly good fun for all in involved, what ho what ho. This writing idea is bugging me, I want to write it sooo badd but mom and I (who half-share a room, there is a curtain seperating our rooms) is in her room chatting to her boyfriend and I do now want to be near that. arghghg.
I've got to go email Kody, mom said he wanted me to email him so he "lecture me on what to with my life, straightening up, getting life into shape, " etc, etc, I'm assuming, not failing classes and such. Whatever. Like he knows about not failing classes.
30 July 2009
28 July 2009
nap-faced
Right now I am a napface. We got back from bi-mart and I had a coffee with me and everything but I just went into my room and passed out on the bed. It was impressive cos I still had my shoes on. And it was under the window at 3:00 in the afternoon, when the sun is right outside said window. So that explains why the back of my hair and my shoulders and neck are all sweaty. Garr. This place is so freaking hot and I has so much haiirr in my face all the time.
I'm reading, oh fuck why not link it, orange_souffle over on livejournal, where cult_sbp (FINDITYERSELF) recommended it. It's like Shoebox Project, a little more letter-centered, not nearly as in-detail or awesome, but still pretty awesome. Also there is much Kingsley Shacklebolt and Frank Longbottom, it is most enjoyable. Good times. I'm read the archives but I don't think they've updated in a few months which is not on as Prongs or Padfoot would say.
Err what else. I just finished my mucho delicioso coffee. Some sort of hazelnut chocolate thing from Pony Expresso. Which is what I usually get anyway. Mom and I have Two Rules of Coffe. 1. It cannot taste like coffee. This is mostly Mom's rule, since she Cannot Stand Coffee. But I like a little hint or taste of expresso. 2. It must be cold. And actually, that one should be first, because Nobody Likes Hot Coffee. Listen. We have been at Starbucks in 40 degree weather and pondering the hot chocolate and hot coffee and HAVE STILL gone and ordered a Frappacino. It's been snowing and we've been...meh, iced, please. Hot coffee is icky and uncomfortable and anyhoodles we don't go to Starbucks anymore, not when the So Much More Deliciouser and Less Expensive Pony Expresso is down the street. ALSO. They have Irish Cream flavoring. Starbucks DOES NOT CARRY IRISH CREAM flavoring. We went there and were all, err Irish Cream Mocha plzkthnks and they were like AHAHAH WE LAUGH AT YOU. They are hipster snobs and laugh at us when we order mediums. FuckyouSTARBUCKS. Also Pony Expresso is brilliant, they're nice and they put pretty stickers on the coffees they give you and are local and have delicious Drink of the Day and Drink of the Weeks. Well, usually. We have learned, through Experiments, that Almond is Not Good. Almond flavoring. I like hazelnut and toffeenut and english toffe and Irish Cream and Kahlua (flavoring not the alc.) and Mom likes those, cept for hazel nut, and peppermint. I like peppermint but weirdly enough only in winter. It is a thing, I think. Also the Starbucks folk, if you ask them what's good, they will say basically what they are told whereas Local Coffe Folk actually tell you what's good. It's refreshing. I'm getting sick of my usual iced-mocha-breve-please-with-irish-cream-flavoring-thanks. AhWELL.
What ELSE oh not much I've been randomly capitalizing words and only SORT OF looking forward to school again, only because then I will not have to work. Grr what's wrong with meh.
Did you know, my job involves an almost shocking amount of nothing? No complaining here but today I spent a good 30 minutes cutting out nature-related pictures out of magazines (also we had to search Natural Geos for Inappropriate Pictures. Some naked one in one of them and another where Lions Were Ripping Other Animals to Bit, which I decided was wholly unwholesome for kids and promptly confiscicated it so I could take it home. Whereupon I forgot it, it is still sitting on that counter, I will get it tonight.) and fashioning a little booklet. And yesterday. We watched The Tale of Despereaux. French bastard mouse. I did not like it so much. And tonight we are doing Another Movie, oh good fun what-ho. Friday was Sock Puppets. Whatthehell yes. I could write an ESSAY on how not-industrius I was this summer. HAVE YOU SEEN MY ROBOT i made a robot YES well more like a model of a robot, he is adorable, I shall have to take a picture and post it. It's a sad robot, because I don't trust robots and if they have feelings at all they ought to be guilt and sadness. I really don't, trust robots I mean, and it's not just Terminator what instilled this in me. (Although most of it is Terminator.) My dad pretty much raised me to believe this, that Robots Will Gain Intelligence and Overtake the Human Race. I don't know where he got this. West World. I think. WHICH WAS A GOOD MOVIE. Robots Uprising and all that. I AM PRETTY SURE.
See now I'm bored and HUNGRY and BORED and there is NOTHING to do or ANYONE to talk to since I HAVE NO FRIENDS on the whole and in general WHO LIKE ME or WHO I DON'T HATE and it is too HOT for YARN-related things. mmfn.
I'm reading, oh fuck why not link it, orange_souffle over on livejournal, where cult_sbp (FINDITYERSELF) recommended it. It's like Shoebox Project, a little more letter-centered, not nearly as in-detail or awesome, but still pretty awesome. Also there is much Kingsley Shacklebolt and Frank Longbottom, it is most enjoyable. Good times. I'm read the archives but I don't think they've updated in a few months which is not on as Prongs or Padfoot would say.
Err what else. I just finished my mucho delicioso coffee. Some sort of hazelnut chocolate thing from Pony Expresso. Which is what I usually get anyway. Mom and I have Two Rules of Coffe. 1. It cannot taste like coffee. This is mostly Mom's rule, since she Cannot Stand Coffee. But I like a little hint or taste of expresso. 2. It must be cold. And actually, that one should be first, because Nobody Likes Hot Coffee. Listen. We have been at Starbucks in 40 degree weather and pondering the hot chocolate and hot coffee and HAVE STILL gone and ordered a Frappacino. It's been snowing and we've been...meh, iced, please. Hot coffee is icky and uncomfortable and anyhoodles we don't go to Starbucks anymore, not when the So Much More Deliciouser and Less Expensive Pony Expresso is down the street. ALSO. They have Irish Cream flavoring. Starbucks DOES NOT CARRY IRISH CREAM flavoring. We went there and were all, err Irish Cream Mocha plzkthnks and they were like AHAHAH WE LAUGH AT YOU. They are hipster snobs and laugh at us when we order mediums. FuckyouSTARBUCKS. Also Pony Expresso is brilliant, they're nice and they put pretty stickers on the coffees they give you and are local and have delicious Drink of the Day and Drink of the Weeks. Well, usually. We have learned, through Experiments, that Almond is Not Good. Almond flavoring. I like hazelnut and toffeenut and english toffe and Irish Cream and Kahlua (flavoring not the alc.) and Mom likes those, cept for hazel nut, and peppermint. I like peppermint but weirdly enough only in winter. It is a thing, I think. Also the Starbucks folk, if you ask them what's good, they will say basically what they are told whereas Local Coffe Folk actually tell you what's good. It's refreshing. I'm getting sick of my usual iced-mocha-breve-please-with-irish-cream-flavoring-thanks. AhWELL.
What ELSE oh not much I've been randomly capitalizing words and only SORT OF looking forward to school again, only because then I will not have to work. Grr what's wrong with meh.
Did you know, my job involves an almost shocking amount of nothing? No complaining here but today I spent a good 30 minutes cutting out nature-related pictures out of magazines (also we had to search Natural Geos for Inappropriate Pictures. Some naked one in one of them and another where Lions Were Ripping Other Animals to Bit, which I decided was wholly unwholesome for kids and promptly confiscicated it so I could take it home. Whereupon I forgot it, it is still sitting on that counter, I will get it tonight.) and fashioning a little booklet. And yesterday. We watched The Tale of Despereaux. French bastard mouse. I did not like it so much. And tonight we are doing Another Movie, oh good fun what-ho. Friday was Sock Puppets. Whatthehell yes. I could write an ESSAY on how not-industrius I was this summer. HAVE YOU SEEN MY ROBOT i made a robot YES well more like a model of a robot, he is adorable, I shall have to take a picture and post it. It's a sad robot, because I don't trust robots and if they have feelings at all they ought to be guilt and sadness. I really don't, trust robots I mean, and it's not just Terminator what instilled this in me. (Although most of it is Terminator.) My dad pretty much raised me to believe this, that Robots Will Gain Intelligence and Overtake the Human Race. I don't know where he got this. West World. I think. WHICH WAS A GOOD MOVIE. Robots Uprising and all that. I AM PRETTY SURE.
See now I'm bored and HUNGRY and BORED and there is NOTHING to do or ANYONE to talk to since I HAVE NO FRIENDS on the whole and in general WHO LIKE ME or WHO I DON'T HATE and it is too HOT for YARN-related things. mmfn.
27 July 2009
alloo
Here I am and listening to the Shoebox Project Aloud (ooer those blokes over at cult_sbp on livejournal, they are mighty fine mucho exellante) and bored and listening but I am vaguely distracted and now I needs an iPod to listen to it everywhere. Brilliaaant.
Not much else is new. Spinning. Gorgeous roving. GORGEOOUUUS. The Flying Ewe from Etsy, thanks.
Not much else is new. Spinning. Gorgeous roving. GORGEOOUUUS. The Flying Ewe from Etsy, thanks.
25 July 2009
kenny wayne shephard is a god
So last night, dad says to me, we're going to Rockin' on the River tomorrow if I buy you a ticket d'you wanna come so I said sure why not. And mom's going and so's her bf and it sounds fun and I've nothing better to do. So this guy Kenny Wayne Shephard is playing and I'd never heard of him but just by judging I'd say he is a country poof.
So today I go out and about with mom 'cuz dad's at work and mom's in town and we're going to the dollar store (where I got a delicious ice-cream treat) and Mom was on the phone with her bf and he left later then he was supposed to so he's going to be late and he's going to be late because he couldn't choose what to wear. Dude. DUDE. DUUUDE. YOU ARE A DUDE. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WEARR. I said to mom you are clearly dating a woman inside a man's body there is something wrong here. And then so dad was running late, too, so he said he'd just drop me off the concert at 4 and come around 5. There I was, at Rockin' on the River, all by myself. And well Rockin' on the River is like this music festival-type thing and the headline guy was Kenny Wayne Shephard who've I've never heard of but heard was country-blue-rockish and some other local guys.
Anyway. Me all alone sitting in a lawn chair in the hot sun wearing my 'The Sex Drugs' woot shirt and looking bored and sleepy. Which is, well, how I look all the time. Unsure of what to do with my hands (pockets? arm chairs? folded? WHAT DO I DO) and bothered by the current band on stage. I saw one of my teachers there. He stopped to talk to me and I think I mumbled and muttered and stuttered my way through a small conversation I couldn't recall right now. Dad or mom do not show up for another two hours, during which I: doze off and take a small nap before Lonnie, one of my mom's friends, snaps me out of to ask where my mom is. I mumble again and then ask him to watch my chair so I can go and get an ice-cream. He does. And then I eat my huckleberry ice-cream cone and soon get sick of it and sleepy again and then that teacher wanders by again to find me ALONE and I somehow get through another conversation with him. It is unnerving because he was the math teacher in the math class I never went to and such failed and also he is the awesomest teacher ever, the one with the TARDIS and who plays music in class. Alsohelivesreallyy close to my house. And across the street from where I work. (which is admittedly also close to where I live) and he is standing in front of me at a concert wearing a straw hat and a Hawaiian shirt chatting about his former students.
And then dad shows up and mom shows up and I wander around with mom and her boyfriend for a while and then when KWS goes on, I go sit by Dad because he did pay for my ticket and then I get bored and THEN I go up to RIGHT INFRONT of the stage and it is glorious, the music is so loud I can feel it in every fiber of my being and the drumming is my heartbeat, I can't tell the difference, and the riffs of the guitar shake me to my soul and it so loud and so amazing the energy is everywhere. As the concert goes on, all the songs blend together and I get closer and mroe surrounded by people and it is impossible NOT to move, not to tap my foot or bounce my leg or wave my hands in the hair in the universal ROCK ON sign and cheer and yell and I can't even hear my own thoughts forget about my voice and I'm surrounded by drunk and loud and sweaty people but I'm drunk and loud and sweat drunk not on beer or alcohol but on music, the intoxication of the guitar and the bass and the drums and the keyboard and oh god, the vocals, they mix and ferment in the air and it gets into your blood and your soul and yours fingertips it stops in your fingertips and shakes in everything you touch, the grass itself is charged with this electricity, everyone is charged with it and the men on stage, they are ruling this little world of ours right now and here and Gods they are.
Mhmm that was poetic.
I really couldn't hear out of left ear for quite a while after this. Dad said as we were leaving-shouting at each other, what? what?s intersperced our conversations- if you leave a concert with perfect hearing, it's not been a good one. Shit. I felt drunk and unbalanced and as we were leaving I was gushing about it without Sandy, who was truly wasted and we got into the back of the truck and as we left, Sandy started 'WOO!' ing at people and 'OWW KENNY WOOO!' at people and she's like, what no one else, so me and the other girls in the back all started going WOOO OWW KENNYY WOOOO. IT was fun. I LOVE LIVE MUSIC. Shiiit. I need to do more of this.
Today me and mom were out and about (lunch, coffee) and as were heading to get coffee, we stopped at a stop-sign and watched as two stray dogs wandered up to us and one of them, adorable little dog, came up to the window and put his paws on the door and tried to stick his head in. Mom's got a soft spot for dogs so she was aww poor puppies I bet they're hungry and I was like lol we should buy them a cheeseburger. So we circled around to McD's but by that time they were gone so we go and get coffee and then we see them again and mom's all Oh we have dog treats so we tracked those dogs down and gave them some dog treats. It was sweet.
So today I go out and about with mom 'cuz dad's at work and mom's in town and we're going to the dollar store (where I got a delicious ice-cream treat) and Mom was on the phone with her bf and he left later then he was supposed to so he's going to be late and he's going to be late because he couldn't choose what to wear. Dude. DUDE. DUUUDE. YOU ARE A DUDE. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WEARR. I said to mom you are clearly dating a woman inside a man's body there is something wrong here. And then so dad was running late, too, so he said he'd just drop me off the concert at 4 and come around 5. There I was, at Rockin' on the River, all by myself. And well Rockin' on the River is like this music festival-type thing and the headline guy was Kenny Wayne Shephard who've I've never heard of but heard was country-blue-rockish and some other local guys.
Anyway. Me all alone sitting in a lawn chair in the hot sun wearing my 'The Sex Drugs' woot shirt and looking bored and sleepy. Which is, well, how I look all the time. Unsure of what to do with my hands (pockets? arm chairs? folded? WHAT DO I DO) and bothered by the current band on stage. I saw one of my teachers there. He stopped to talk to me and I think I mumbled and muttered and stuttered my way through a small conversation I couldn't recall right now. Dad or mom do not show up for another two hours, during which I: doze off and take a small nap before Lonnie, one of my mom's friends, snaps me out of to ask where my mom is. I mumble again and then ask him to watch my chair so I can go and get an ice-cream. He does. And then I eat my huckleberry ice-cream cone and soon get sick of it and sleepy again and then that teacher wanders by again to find me ALONE and I somehow get through another conversation with him. It is unnerving because he was the math teacher in the math class I never went to and such failed and also he is the awesomest teacher ever, the one with the TARDIS and who plays music in class. Alsohelivesreallyy close to my house. And across the street from where I work. (which is admittedly also close to where I live) and he is standing in front of me at a concert wearing a straw hat and a Hawaiian shirt chatting about his former students.
And then dad shows up and mom shows up and I wander around with mom and her boyfriend for a while and then when KWS goes on, I go sit by Dad because he did pay for my ticket and then I get bored and THEN I go up to RIGHT INFRONT of the stage and it is glorious, the music is so loud I can feel it in every fiber of my being and the drumming is my heartbeat, I can't tell the difference, and the riffs of the guitar shake me to my soul and it so loud and so amazing the energy is everywhere. As the concert goes on, all the songs blend together and I get closer and mroe surrounded by people and it is impossible NOT to move, not to tap my foot or bounce my leg or wave my hands in the hair in the universal ROCK ON sign and cheer and yell and I can't even hear my own thoughts forget about my voice and I'm surrounded by drunk and loud and sweaty people but I'm drunk and loud and sweat drunk not on beer or alcohol but on music, the intoxication of the guitar and the bass and the drums and the keyboard and oh god, the vocals, they mix and ferment in the air and it gets into your blood and your soul and yours fingertips it stops in your fingertips and shakes in everything you touch, the grass itself is charged with this electricity, everyone is charged with it and the men on stage, they are ruling this little world of ours right now and here and Gods they are.
Mhmm that was poetic.
I really couldn't hear out of left ear for quite a while after this. Dad said as we were leaving-shouting at each other, what? what?s intersperced our conversations- if you leave a concert with perfect hearing, it's not been a good one. Shit. I felt drunk and unbalanced and as we were leaving I was gushing about it without Sandy, who was truly wasted and we got into the back of the truck and as we left, Sandy started 'WOO!' ing at people and 'OWW KENNY WOOO!' at people and she's like, what no one else, so me and the other girls in the back all started going WOOO OWW KENNYY WOOOO. IT was fun. I LOVE LIVE MUSIC. Shiiit. I need to do more of this.
Today me and mom were out and about (lunch, coffee) and as were heading to get coffee, we stopped at a stop-sign and watched as two stray dogs wandered up to us and one of them, adorable little dog, came up to the window and put his paws on the door and tried to stick his head in. Mom's got a soft spot for dogs so she was aww poor puppies I bet they're hungry and I was like lol we should buy them a cheeseburger. So we circled around to McD's but by that time they were gone so we go and get coffee and then we see them again and mom's all Oh we have dog treats so we tracked those dogs down and gave them some dog treats. It was sweet.
oh.
So here I am reading The Shoebox Project at 1:45 on a friday night and suddenly I think. Oh. I am 17-almost-18 years old. This is my senior fucking year of high school and then what. I don't know. I really don't. In less then three month's I'll be 18. It's a strangely sobering thought that makes me want to be anything but sober.
I need to buy some boots. I need a haircut. I need today's Teefury shirt. I need a plan and a new notebook and some consonants and I need to learn how to annunciate and I need some friends real friends and I need want need to talk to my brother Kody. It seems completely irrational that he is only about 1 and 1/2 years older then me and he's living in a completely different country, 10 hours in the future and had aged so much in the span of the year since he's left and oh gosh I miss him I miss him and I don't want to grow up and I never have but you can't stop it so why even try. Holy shit. I don't want to go to college. I just got out of 12 years of schooling. Isn't that enough? I want to learn and go on adventures. I've not told anybody this. But basically- my dream career is Indiana Jones-ing. If that makes any sense. God. I don't know. Shit, I don't want to do something like the same thing every day, monotony and boring and office work and supervisors and stuff. I want. Explosions and adventure and mystery and romance and Sherlock Holmes-ing and MacGyver-ing and Justice League-ing.
The Dr. Martens flash site is almost giving me a seizure. Fuck I need some BOOTS like some stomping around, here the fuck I am boots. My footwear needs to be asserting. I need combat boots.
I want to cut my own hair. Like now. But not now. Lamely I need to look presentable for work. As soon as I'm done with all that nonsense I am taking a pair of scissors to my hair with a rough idea of what I want and a daring fearlessness.
I need to buy some boots. I need a haircut. I need today's Teefury shirt. I need a plan and a new notebook and some consonants and I need to learn how to annunciate and I need some friends real friends and I need want need to talk to my brother Kody. It seems completely irrational that he is only about 1 and 1/2 years older then me and he's living in a completely different country, 10 hours in the future and had aged so much in the span of the year since he's left and oh gosh I miss him I miss him and I don't want to grow up and I never have but you can't stop it so why even try. Holy shit. I don't want to go to college. I just got out of 12 years of schooling. Isn't that enough? I want to learn and go on adventures. I've not told anybody this. But basically- my dream career is Indiana Jones-ing. If that makes any sense. God. I don't know. Shit, I don't want to do something like the same thing every day, monotony and boring and office work and supervisors and stuff. I want. Explosions and adventure and mystery and romance and Sherlock Holmes-ing and MacGyver-ing and Justice League-ing.
The Dr. Martens flash site is almost giving me a seizure. Fuck I need some BOOTS like some stomping around, here the fuck I am boots. My footwear needs to be asserting. I need combat boots.
I want to cut my own hair. Like now. But not now. Lamely I need to look presentable for work. As soon as I'm done with all that nonsense I am taking a pair of scissors to my hair with a rough idea of what I want and a daring fearlessness.
17 July 2009
vacation
I had yesterday off work (today, too) and Dad took us to Spokane. We went shopping at various thrift stores, ate at Longhorn Barbeque and went to Silverwood. Shopping, I bought: a book on Teen Ettiquite, 1001 Facts About Space, and a cool Fossil bag for 15 bucks. When they are usually apparently like 100 bucks or so. Anyway. At Silverwood we rode roller coasters and the water rides and got soaking wet; I bought a t-shirt what in retrospect I don't like too much but oh well. And lots of candy. There's a candy store there and I was all tired and woozy so I was just kind of buying things. The Aftershock roller coaster was really fugging awesome. Screamed the whole time. It goes backwards & upside down. Prettyyy fun.
I got paid today and want to buy stuff now. Hnn.
I got paid today and want to buy stuff now. Hnn.
12 July 2009
aw damn
At dad's. It sucks. Well because of the usual being left alone bit, right, I'm tired of it but no way around it, really. Also he won't take me to get Harry Potter tickets. Damn. Fuck. I'm knitting my tie, ordered some socks (they better be here), have Quidditch goggles, have skirt, need shirt, and am gonna make a ribbon/hair/bow/headband thing with Gryf colors. Should be all right.
My heart's been acting up lately. Jesus. This should be the 'many injures of AJ' blog now. There's an accidental bruise on my leg that's just turned a lovely yellow/purple mix, and Vincent Van Gogh won't come off my arm. An er temp. tattoo of him anyway. He's mostly off now. It's not really an injury though. Just sort of annoying.
I've been playing a lot of Sims 3. Check my other blog...I think it's http://these-are-my-sims.blogspot.com/ for the Legacy I've started. I'm gonna post it after I'm done here. I loove it. Last week I was all, argh I has to go to my father's soon then I remembered the Sims 3 and got all excited.
I don't think my dad likes me because I am smart. I mean. I'm not like uber-smart, but I am clever, if I do say so myself (and I do) and also I tend to ramble off facts. Like the Coors light one. Or the Van Gogh Didn't Cut Off His Own Ear one. I think it annoys him his only daughter is a weird, smart, Harry Potter- (and other strange things-) obsessed, no-friended ('cept for Heather (hi Heather)), sort-of-tomboyish, t-shirt-wearing freak. Who knits and crochets. And wears bows and ribbons. I don't care.
Today Dad and Blake and Sandy went to the beach and I was all, ergh beach, so instead Dad gave me money to get lunch and so I wandered down to Jo-Ann's (bought duct tape for a duct-tape purse and red and gold ribbon) then called Heather, we met up at McDonald's, then headed to Starbucks. We decided we shouldn't watch Harry Potter 5 and knit our scarves so we did. I liked 5. But 2 and 6 are my favorite books. 2 because awesome, right? and actually, I used to freakin' love 3 before the movie ruined it for me. The movie was awful. And 4 and 5 were always very moody and angsty and in 6, he's not nearly as angry and hate-filled. Harry, I mean. 6 is interesting.
Ok right now I'm posting my Legacy, so read if you want, I don't give a damn.
My heart's been acting up lately. Jesus. This should be the 'many injures of AJ' blog now. There's an accidental bruise on my leg that's just turned a lovely yellow/purple mix, and Vincent Van Gogh won't come off my arm. An er temp. tattoo of him anyway. He's mostly off now. It's not really an injury though. Just sort of annoying.
I've been playing a lot of Sims 3. Check my other blog...I think it's http://these-are-my-sims.blogspot.com/ for the Legacy I've started. I'm gonna post it after I'm done here. I loove it. Last week I was all, argh I has to go to my father's soon then I remembered the Sims 3 and got all excited.
I don't think my dad likes me because I am smart. I mean. I'm not like uber-smart, but I am clever, if I do say so myself (and I do) and also I tend to ramble off facts. Like the Coors light one. Or the Van Gogh Didn't Cut Off His Own Ear one. I think it annoys him his only daughter is a weird, smart, Harry Potter- (and other strange things-) obsessed, no-friended ('cept for Heather (hi Heather)), sort-of-tomboyish, t-shirt-wearing freak. Who knits and crochets. And wears bows and ribbons. I don't care.
Today Dad and Blake and Sandy went to the beach and I was all, ergh beach, so instead Dad gave me money to get lunch and so I wandered down to Jo-Ann's (bought duct tape for a duct-tape purse and red and gold ribbon) then called Heather, we met up at McDonald's, then headed to Starbucks. We decided we shouldn't watch Harry Potter 5 and knit our scarves so we did. I liked 5. But 2 and 6 are my favorite books. 2 because awesome, right? and actually, I used to freakin' love 3 before the movie ruined it for me. The movie was awful. And 4 and 5 were always very moody and angsty and in 6, he's not nearly as angry and hate-filled. Harry, I mean. 6 is interesting.
Ok right now I'm posting my Legacy, so read if you want, I don't give a damn.
05 July 2009
damn you, woot
So of course tonight is Random Shirt night and I has MONEYS so of course I buy 3 and overnight them so I won't have to wait 2 weeks. Damnit. I spend too much money. Okay, self: no spending money this week YES REALLY come on, yes, yr goin to Spokane in a few weeks and Silverwood and ohh, Woot, you are the bane of my existence. I got two in men's L and one in women's XL. Just because I guess. Last time I got Hol-O.D. which was not very good but before that I got, uhh...oh Soundwaves which I still love. Here's hoping for something good. And I'll get it Tuesday. I hate waiting. I hope I didn't get, like, Clockwork Dinosaurs. Which I have.
amazon warrior
In my spare time, I spend a lot of time searching Amazon for things I will more then likely not buy. Like The Beatles CDs or Bowie cds or iPods.
In case you wanted to know how awesome Amazon is- I start typing in 'pri' and that list of things it thinks you are typing comes up, it says 'pride and prejudice and zombies, printer, prison break' and THEN pride and actual prejudice. And even if you type in 'pride and', and zombies will pop up BEFORE the original P&P. AWE-SOME. I'm gonna have to buy the Deluxe edition in October or whenever.
Oh God YES. I looked up 'Shatnerquake!' which is a book I want because it sounds awesome and Amazon says that most people buy this book & Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Perfect combo if I've ever seen one. Also I want 'HELP! A Bear Is Eating Me!' just for the kickassery of the title.
New shirt.woot in a few minutes.
I need to buy Firefly. Ohh man I need to buy many things. I fucking love having money. Firefly and Serenity.
On the Firefly Amazon page, there is no 'also reccommended', as if Amazon is saying, this is all you need. Firefly. And Serenity. buy them together for cheaper, see? All you'll ever need. Thanks Amazon.
In case you wanted to know how awesome Amazon is- I start typing in 'pri' and that list of things it thinks you are typing comes up, it says 'pride and prejudice and zombies, printer, prison break' and THEN pride and actual prejudice. And even if you type in 'pride and', and zombies will pop up BEFORE the original P&P. AWE-SOME. I'm gonna have to buy the Deluxe edition in October or whenever.
Oh God YES. I looked up 'Shatnerquake!' which is a book I want because it sounds awesome and Amazon says that most people buy this book & Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Perfect combo if I've ever seen one. Also I want 'HELP! A Bear Is Eating Me!' just for the kickassery of the title.
New shirt.woot in a few minutes.
I need to buy Firefly. Ohh man I need to buy many things. I fucking love having money. Firefly and Serenity.
On the Firefly Amazon page, there is no 'also reccommended', as if Amazon is saying, this is all you need. Firefly. And Serenity. buy them together for cheaper, see? All you'll ever need. Thanks Amazon.
04 July 2009
hello world
It is the 4th of July. in 20 minutes it will be the 5th of July.
Today I went to Wal-Mart (even though I morally oppose it, I cannot financially oppose it) with my mom and I drove and did not panic or freak out. I was very smooth. I only kind of panicked at one point. I got socks because my feet hurt in my shoes without socks and they are purple. The socks not the shoes. The shoes are the double-upper Converse. I like to morally oppose Converse, too. Outsourcing and all that. But these are from a thrift store so it is not like I am financially supporting them. Anyway. They are neat shoes and not too mainstream Converse which is what I really hate. Like. First, Cons were basketball shoes (stupid idea I think) and then, like, astronauts wore them (for reals they did, I was watching a NASA thing and like Alan Shephard and some other astronauts were in flight suits and Chuck Taylors; kick some ass) and then they were Punk Shoes, like the Ramones and fucking Wayne's World (re-watched both of those movies last night, awesome) and now they're fucking prep shoes. No self-respecting punk wears Cons that the cheerleaders are also wearing. And emos. Fuck emos. Anyway. Also I bought a...CD. 'The Beatles: 1'. I heard Hey Jude the other day and thought good song. Actually I was singing 'ch-ch-chaaanges, tuurn and faace the..something...' 'cuz originally I wanted Bowie. But I ran across the Beatles and remembered Hey Jude and then I couldn't find a Bowie CD and then the Bowie CD had less songs so I bought the Beatles CD and anyway I don't think Bowie CD had Life On Mars. And Beatles CD had 'Help!' which I love singing. So much. Like I just wail it. Then I bought me and mom coffees at Dutch Bros. We've basically worked out a deal now; we take turns buying the coffees. And basically no more Starbucks. They are boring and don't have nearly a wide selection as local places. And they're overrated.
Yesterday was June the 3rd and me, mom, Blake, mom's friend Londa and Londa's niece Macie, we went to Spokane. Mostly to thrift stores. Let me see. What did I get. An ugly/awesome sweatervest. 4 pairs of straight knitting needles, 5 pair of circular knitting needles. A black top. A microscope. (YES microscope.) Those Cons I mentioned. Then we went to Paradise Fibers, where I geek-freaked on the place and just bought the prettiest/cheapest ratio of yarn I could find. This handpainted sock yarn. Purplely. I wanna knit socks. Should be fun. Macie, it turned out, crochets and wants me to teach her how to knit. She's like 12 or something. Nice girl.
On Thursday, downtown there was Alice After Five! where I wandered up and down the streets and bought things. 4 woven-ish bracelets. Beef jerky. A metal bracelet. Bows. Like ribbon-bows, hair clips, from this local hair clippie maker. Nice lady. Now I has bows for my hair.
Tonight, or earlier today, I went with my dad to Sandy's street's block party. I hung around and did mostly nothing, some people gave me so daquiris and a Smirnoff and I had some good times. Fireworks were fun. Not much else.
About a half-an-hour ago (see I am kind of still a little intoxicated, why did I hyphenate that) I impulse-bought today's Shirt.woot, the SexDrugs, fake band one. In a women's Xl. I kinna wanna know if a women's XL will fit me as well as a men's L. I hope. Well earlier today or last night...last night, it was last night, I was deciding between buying Glarkware's You Are Nothing Without Your Robot Car NOTHING! or Shirt.woot's It Came Out of Nowhere. Both spectacular shirts. Admittedly I have wanted Without Your Robot Car for like years, no joke, and they've just (?) brought it back. But it is expensiver. Like 22 bucks (because I do not want a cheap tee, I wanna AA tee, they are good shirts, that's what shirt.woot prints on) and like 5 for shipping. Sheeet, Glarkware. Next paycheck maybe. Whereas It Came Out Of Nowhere is only 15. Also ICOON has a bit more geek-cred to it. It has the Delorean from Back to the Future crashing into the TARDIS. And You Are Nothing Without Your Robot Car NOTHING! is exactly what it sounds like, but with a picture-sketch thing of KITT from Knight Rider. I love it. I need it. My world is tilting strangely. Tim McGraw is hosting SNL. Aww. Whyyy.
Well I sohuld watch SNl and lay down a bit.
Oh also we went to Zip's in spokane and I ran across the street to the Comic Book Shop while eveyrone else was finishing eating and they didnt' have Y: last man V3 and the Doctor Who comic was a bit more expensive then I thought so I grabbed a used graphic novel, Powers: v1. I've heard things about Brian Micheal Bendis. It certainly is interesting the way he writes the dialogue and the art is different, kind of retro.
hmm. what else. I am tipsy ish. Look at all those typos in my last post. Look at me not caring. Another thing I am finding myself not caring about lately is Harry Potter. Like usually I'm very gung-ho, costume up, midnight opening but lately I've been very apathetic. See blog title. And i feel guilty about it because like yeah.
I think my shoe got kicked underneath the computer chair. I am not sure I am going to get it back later. Ohhh.
Today I went to Wal-Mart (even though I morally oppose it, I cannot financially oppose it) with my mom and I drove and did not panic or freak out. I was very smooth. I only kind of panicked at one point. I got socks because my feet hurt in my shoes without socks and they are purple. The socks not the shoes. The shoes are the double-upper Converse. I like to morally oppose Converse, too. Outsourcing and all that. But these are from a thrift store so it is not like I am financially supporting them. Anyway. They are neat shoes and not too mainstream Converse which is what I really hate. Like. First, Cons were basketball shoes (stupid idea I think) and then, like, astronauts wore them (for reals they did, I was watching a NASA thing and like Alan Shephard and some other astronauts were in flight suits and Chuck Taylors; kick some ass) and then they were Punk Shoes, like the Ramones and fucking Wayne's World (re-watched both of those movies last night, awesome) and now they're fucking prep shoes. No self-respecting punk wears Cons that the cheerleaders are also wearing. And emos. Fuck emos. Anyway. Also I bought a...CD. 'The Beatles: 1'. I heard Hey Jude the other day and thought good song. Actually I was singing 'ch-ch-chaaanges, tuurn and faace the..something...' 'cuz originally I wanted Bowie. But I ran across the Beatles and remembered Hey Jude and then I couldn't find a Bowie CD and then the Bowie CD had less songs so I bought the Beatles CD and anyway I don't think Bowie CD had Life On Mars. And Beatles CD had 'Help!' which I love singing. So much. Like I just wail it. Then I bought me and mom coffees at Dutch Bros. We've basically worked out a deal now; we take turns buying the coffees. And basically no more Starbucks. They are boring and don't have nearly a wide selection as local places. And they're overrated.
Yesterday was June the 3rd and me, mom, Blake, mom's friend Londa and Londa's niece Macie, we went to Spokane. Mostly to thrift stores. Let me see. What did I get. An ugly/awesome sweatervest. 4 pairs of straight knitting needles, 5 pair of circular knitting needles. A black top. A microscope. (YES microscope.) Those Cons I mentioned. Then we went to Paradise Fibers, where I geek-freaked on the place and just bought the prettiest/cheapest ratio of yarn I could find. This handpainted sock yarn. Purplely. I wanna knit socks. Should be fun. Macie, it turned out, crochets and wants me to teach her how to knit. She's like 12 or something. Nice girl.
On Thursday, downtown there was Alice After Five! where I wandered up and down the streets and bought things. 4 woven-ish bracelets. Beef jerky. A metal bracelet. Bows. Like ribbon-bows, hair clips, from this local hair clippie maker. Nice lady. Now I has bows for my hair.
Tonight, or earlier today, I went with my dad to Sandy's street's block party. I hung around and did mostly nothing, some people gave me so daquiris and a Smirnoff and I had some good times. Fireworks were fun. Not much else.
About a half-an-hour ago (see I am kind of still a little intoxicated, why did I hyphenate that) I impulse-bought today's Shirt.woot, the SexDrugs, fake band one. In a women's Xl. I kinna wanna know if a women's XL will fit me as well as a men's L. I hope. Well earlier today or last night...last night, it was last night, I was deciding between buying Glarkware's You Are Nothing Without Your Robot Car NOTHING! or Shirt.woot's It Came Out of Nowhere. Both spectacular shirts. Admittedly I have wanted Without Your Robot Car for like years, no joke, and they've just (?) brought it back. But it is expensiver. Like 22 bucks (because I do not want a cheap tee, I wanna AA tee, they are good shirts, that's what shirt.woot prints on) and like 5 for shipping. Sheeet, Glarkware. Next paycheck maybe. Whereas It Came Out Of Nowhere is only 15. Also ICOON has a bit more geek-cred to it. It has the Delorean from Back to the Future crashing into the TARDIS. And You Are Nothing Without Your Robot Car NOTHING! is exactly what it sounds like, but with a picture-sketch thing of KITT from Knight Rider. I love it. I need it. My world is tilting strangely. Tim McGraw is hosting SNL. Aww. Whyyy.
Well I sohuld watch SNl and lay down a bit.
Oh also we went to Zip's in spokane and I ran across the street to the Comic Book Shop while eveyrone else was finishing eating and they didnt' have Y: last man V3 and the Doctor Who comic was a bit more expensive then I thought so I grabbed a used graphic novel, Powers: v1. I've heard things about Brian Micheal Bendis. It certainly is interesting the way he writes the dialogue and the art is different, kind of retro.
hmm. what else. I am tipsy ish. Look at all those typos in my last post. Look at me not caring. Another thing I am finding myself not caring about lately is Harry Potter. Like usually I'm very gung-ho, costume up, midnight opening but lately I've been very apathetic. See blog title. And i feel guilty about it because like yeah.
I think my shoe got kicked underneath the computer chair. I am not sure I am going to get it back later. Ohhh.
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