frank sinatra's favorite color

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.