it is really only sociably acceptable for women to wear mustaches 1/365 days

I was a pirate today. Hat, pirate jacket, toy hook hand, and a drawn-on mustache and beard. I look awesome in a mustache and beard. Secret: sometimes I wish I had a mustache. Sigh.

Went trick or treating. was fun. now ordering pizza online from Domino's. hunrgyy. lots of candy. candy is not food.

waiting for nanowrimo, yayay, starts at midnight. :D

tuneless

My ukulele is sort of in tune. And it's getting to the point where mom is like, "hey daughter, do you know a good place to tune that? YOUR ROOM. TRY IT."

but uh. I went to the eye doctor today. And am getting new glasses. He recommended I get a hair cut so my hair won't bug my eyes anymore. Will do, Mr Eye Doctor Man. Doctor Eye Doctor Man. Andand. So I want a Joan Jett haircut. Should print out picture and go to hair place and go THIS THIS THIS. So yeah.

Mom keeps on calling my ukulele a 'baby guitar'. Ukulele, mom.

my dog has fleas

That is the tune that's supposed help tune the ukulele. 'My dog has fleas' G C E A. I cannot tune it. I have like one or two right- G and A I think, or maybe just A, or just E, I dunno. I ordered a ukulele tuner. BUT it is adorable and I am getting the hang of playing this out-of-tune little monster.
Yeahh I got mah...ukulele. Sorry, forgetting things again. And the BFS CD and mah Beatles shirt. WHICH IS AWESOME. I feel like a BAMF in it.
Also, today's Teefury? Win. Haha Ramens. I...might buy it. Rrr. Buying too many things.

Called my aunt who gave me birthday money. Well, my mom called her then shoved the phone at me and said, 'Talk!' so I was forced to make awkard conversation. err thanks for the money, i bought a ukulele, yeah a ukulele, haha thanks yeah.

Trying to import new Bowling for Soup album onto itunes. I love BFS. They are so awesome. And hilarious. They're like a comedy rock band. LOVE.

I am rather happy for a Tuesday. Tomorrow is Wednesday. OHHH. Well for a while, I thought today was Wednesday. Explains why Glee isn't on tonight. So, yeahh.

Getting some Paul McCartney songs off itunes. No More Lonesome Nights and, mhm, something or another like...I forget, and...no, I forget again. I'll know it- SILLY LOVE SONGS. Haha, what year did Paul McCartney write Silly Love Songs? 1964, 1965, 1966...lol, Beatles jokes. Silly Love Songs is a nice song though. You'd think the world'd had enough of silly love songs...well, Paul would know, ahah. Pipes of Peace! that was the other way. Teach them to sing songs of joy instead of burn, baby, burn. Somewhere along the way onto finding this I downloaded All those Years Ago by George. Huh. Itunes, you've tricked me again. and Say Say Say. The one he did with Michael Jackson. Damnit, I love the video for it, the song is nice too.

So wait. Huh. Itunes is too easy to buy music from..WHAT THE HELL. I BOUGHT SAY SAY SAY AND IT SUGGEST SOMETHING BY WHAM! WTF WTF WTF WHAM! REALLY ITUNES. OH GOD. ARGHH.


Mhmm hmm bored. Syncing ipod and then knitting and ukulele-ing.

I shake a lot.

thanks yahoo

So because Tvguide doesn't work for my computer, this is what Yahoo Tv listings says:

1:00am - 1:30am, TOON (42)

Mighty Boosh

A developer wants to build a road.

• Original Airdate: December 31, 1969
• TV14 (CC)

1969. Niiice.

Also today. Did nothing. Blake made fun of my Pokemon's names.

Have to go to school tomorrow. not looking forward to this. Frowny face ;(

here i am

Time flies when you're not doinga damned thing at all.

On Friday, I went to the pumpkin patch with mom and her preschool class. Major fun. Got a pumpkin. Need to carve it. And then I didn't go to school the rest of the day because. uh, why not.

So I missed most-to-all of Homecoming Week. I find absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Yesterday we did shopping and things and then I spent the rest of the day on the computer. I got the movie Tommy, the rock opera by the Who. It was awesome. Roger Daltrey is a sex god. I'm just saying. He's goodlooking. Or was in Tommy anyway. Eric Clapton and Elton John were in it, too. Awesome. And andandand. The rest of the Who. Keith Moon is a crazy bastard. And John Entwistle is cool, did you know he was born the same day as John Lennon? well, date - October 9th, I think Entwistle was born a bit later...

And so today mom went to watch her boyfriend run a marathon about 2 hours away, so she was like, want to get up at 5 in the morning drive two hours and watch people run 26.2 miles? I laughed at her. I wasn't sure if she was going or not- but when I woke up this morning to findher not here but 10 dollars on the counter, I figured it out pretty quickly. Never say I ain't clever. Not sure if I'm going to spend the money on food as it is indended. I could say I ate and just keep the 10 dollars. Because hey, free ten dollars.

I dun wanna go back to schoool.
I should go take a shower...

got my mind set on you

I have that song crazy stuck in my head right now- listened to the album it's on, Cloud Nine, on the way to Spokane for the College Fair today. It is so damn catchy. Got my mind set on you. George Harrison. Anyway. College Fair.
Interested in University of Alaska. Dunno why. Alaska. Never been.
Cannot wait for my ukulele to come in the mail- should be here on Tuesday.
Also cannot wait for NaNoWriMo, for which I have a plot for. :D Yes. I'm gonna start writing like, midnight on Nov. 1. Very excited.
Dun wanna go to school tomrrow. Haven't been to school most of week.
Just thought of something- sometimes, our school has a talent show at the end of the year. If I'm very good by then- I wanna play the ukulele at it. Maybe I should start a ukulele band. Do I know anyone who plays music? Hmm.

new things to do

So I'm gonna do NaNoWriMo, national novel writing month, and IT'SGONNABEAWESOME.
Also I was talking to a guy on the Teen chat on Ravelry, another Beatles fan like me, and he said he was learning Beatles songs on the uke. So uhm. I just ordered a ukulele. I knoww. I spend too much money. But I really wanna play music. So. That's what I'm gonna do. :D I'm excited. I bought a pretty cheap one- for 40 dollars. Right, I know. BUT. MUUUSIC. Gonna learn this thing.

64 ostriches

Went to Knowledge Bowl meet today. I was on a team with H, some preppy girl who is nice but preppy and a bitch sometimes, and a guy. We did well, although preppy girl always buzzed in too early and sometimes never bothered to consult with the team before answering. For instance: some question about accusing the CIA of lying to us, what government something or another said it in 2009. The other teams didn't get it, but it came 'round to us and I turned to C. to say, nancy pelosi? at the same time she gave our official answer as : Sarah Palin. Grrr. It was Nancy Pelosi. I got a few- a Mark Twain one (born and died on Haley's Comet), on Jackson Pollack, Bloody Mary, Typhoid Mary. There were no questions on Beatles. If there were, I would have pwned. Just sayin'.
Before the meet started, we were all sitting around talking and asking each other trivia questions. One of the boys asked "who was the boy in the Sixth Sense and Titanic movie?" and we all couldn't remember till C. called her dad and he told her it 'started with an h and a j and o..' and me and another girl were like..'haley...joel..halyjoelOSMENT" and like SCREAMED IT and this was like the main room where all the teams were. Everyone was looking at us. So we decided our go-to answer would be Haley Joel Osment, and at various times when he didn't have an answer: "Is it Haley Joel Osment?"
On the typhoid Mary question, which was something like, wherever Mary so-and-so went, this disease follows...another team had rung in and was like, "uh, syphillis?" and uh, no, but it was very funny and later on, when we didn't have an answer, we said "syphillis?"
Another one was a math one about something if you had 20 horses and ostriches, and x plus y equals something how many of each do you have? a team was like, uh, 7 horses...and 64 ostriches. So that was our go-to answer again.

My foot is weirdly swollen. I dunno, I got home and did some internet things and then I passed out on my bed till like 8- and I woke up and my foot is hurty and swollen. I am a napasauras. I love napping. Dude, I just made that word up? and Firefox is like, mehhh. I was so friggin' tired. I'm also knitting a hat- one of those neat button hats with the...uh...Noro yarn that I got. Since i have nothing else t do with it, lol.
I don't want to go to Government tomorrow because I missed the review day today since of the meet and stuff and erghh. I am prolly gonna fail. But I'm also not gonna be at school on thursday- another early morning, I'm going with ETS up to...a College Fair in Spokane. I keep forgetting what I'm typing, that's what's with the ... all the places. Anyway. Yeahso. College Fair. The college I wanna go to isn't there I think, so maybe I'll bunk around and talk to some folks.

I think..I'm gonna knit but it's boring.

I cannot beat Solitaire on my ipod. I tryandItryandItry (ohlord I TRY but i can't GET NO satisfaction, i can't get nooo saatisfaaactioonn no, lol the stones :D) but I cannot beat the damned machine. Oh I finished my ipod came thing I was knitting. It is gorgoeus. And the button is a little robot button. If I think about it I will take a picture and put it up..and everything else I've knit lately, hnn..

for trip

Tomorrow, going to Knowledge Bowl meet at 6:29 in the morning (yah he put 6:29. i've learned the hard way they leave at exactly 6:29.) so I'm downloading music off itunes.
I'm for definetly getting The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, but I want to get also: Goodnight Vienna by Ringo Starr and something (but not Something) by George Harrison. Maybe All Things Must Pass. Which is like 15 dollahs. ORRR Cloud Nine. Which is only 9. And awesomeness. So that and finishing Goodnight Vienna is uh wait. So wait. Since I've downloaded just some tracks from both Goodnight Vienna and Cloud Nine, it would cost 8 for C9 and 7something for GV. And with 10 for FBD, that's pretty good. I heart Bob Dylan. And Ringo and George. :D

The song Goodnight Vienna I really like. It's all DA-DA-DOWN to GOODNIGHT VIENNA.
Blahblahblah. I Think Therefore, I rock and roll. I've listened to this too many times. STILL AWESOME.
ohdamn david bowie maybe?! So muchawesomemusicsolittletime.

at some point in my life i have to accept that i suck

And am pretty lame and no one much likes me. I'm getting the hang of it, being a loser.

Anyway. I am pretty bored. As you can see on the left, I did do a sims beatles story. But it is pretty awful. but cute beatles.

I got a homecoming dress. If I go to homecoming. And an ipod case that doesn't fit my ipod. When I went shopping with mom today. And with dad, dad got my grape cigarillos. They're awful but it's something to stupid do. I shouldn't really but god, I'm so bored and why the fuck not. I'm learning how to hold my smoke- these grape ones aren't so bad.

Gah I'm so sick of everyone and everything. I kind of want to sleep and listen to Beatles music and knit and forget about anything else.

at dad's

So I've spent most of my evening here at father's making Beatles Sims and then taking pictahs of them. And so I'm doing a blog story thingy on the sim beatles. Dunno what to call it though. thebeatleassims...no that looks like the beatles ass ims. Mhm. Will ponder it over night while the screenshots upload. Sigh. To bed now.
...
I have I Think Therefore I Rock and Roll stuck in my head. 'To be or not to be, I don't care. The question is, are you alive out there?' is pretty good- senior quote good enough? 'It don't take much, just heart and soul, I think, therefore, I rock and roll.' I can't help loving this song.

ringo love

I can't help it, I love Ringo Starr.
I'm on itunes right now trying to convince myself NOT TO BUY ALL HIS ALBUMS but it's really hard. So'm just getting some songs- I Think Therefore I Rock and Roll, Snookeroo, The No No Song, Back off Boogoloo. The good stuff. Will not buy everything. Grr. Trying hard. I don't know what's come over me all of a sudden, this crazy Ringo love. Suddenly, that afternoon, an unexpecting teenage girl...
...
wow.
That was...weird. It was like 'suggestions?' at the top and (usually it's something ridiculous like Elton John) but it recomended John Lennon's How do you Sleep? and I was like, oh, BUY. Very quick. And too easy. Eep.

so yah

today I wore my beatle boots and my Bob Marley shirt I got random from teefury. In German, Mrs H was like, 'oohh i like your boots, those are fun'. Fun? Oh well. Compliments are compliments. Anyway. And actually. They are fun. She is total awesome though because for some reason she really likes me and here are my theories on that a) i was already in 2 years of French b) i am also a huge beatles fan c) i am awesome. I think it's some combo of 1 and 2. Or er. A and b. And so. Uh...what..was I saying? well yeah so she never really calls on me, seriously, it's very cool. But today we were learning hobbies and things and one of them was like 'listening to rock music' and I was like, gah call on me for that one. She did. And then asked me if I liked 'alt rockmusik?' and because I like totally blanked for a minute I was like, what? then, OH, yes, old music, YES. The student teacher who laughed at my dinosaur was back today. he was sick for a while I guess. I like him.

Listening to David Bowie. He's so funky. I love him. Oh! Starman! There's a starrrmaaan...

Nothing else exciting so like why do I even bother.
I was on time to school today. WTF, right? And worked throughout all first hour. and went to all my classes, holyshit.
OH my knitting and crochte club is tonight! Great Yarns. Should be pretty friggin exciting. I dunno, I just LOVE to get together with people who understand me when I talk of worsted weight and purling and straights and circs and GAUGE and all that. Me and another woman there, (my boss from the summer) always get into glaring arguments over what we call crochet hooks- I call them by the numbers and she uses the letters. Like I'll call it an size 6 hook and she'll be all, IT'S A G. I'm gonna teach H to knit a hat, too. I was like, GET WOOL YARN. It's warmer that way. I love wool. When it's cold. Can't stand it in the heat. but around now I am like, ohh so sofft and warm. Thank you, sheep. You guys are awesome. Dumb as rocks. But very cool...I haven't met a lot of sheep myself. I have a friend who's got sheep. And she's like: they're stoopid. Me: YR STUPID.

later, 5:30: I was listening to a Bob Dylan album. The Freewheeling bob Dylan. Amazing. Blake, at one point, from across the room, 'are..are you listening to Bob Dylan?' 'er, yes.' 'i..can hear the harmonica.' 'lol!' Now I'm listening to Ringo Starr. I can't help it. I friggin' love the guy. I Think Therefore I Rock and Roll? Goodnight Vienna? AWESOME.
Also, Keith Moon did an album and Ringo Starr was on a few tracks- HOW DID THEY NOT STAR THEIR OWN BAND CALLED liike 'Moon and Starr'? ohrite cos Keith died but STILL. WHYY. I want Ringo's christmas album. Crazy bad. I want all of his albums? he's so cheery and happy-looking all the time. I guess a lot of fans hate him for the 'don't send any more fan mail' thing which yes was a dick move but still. Ringo!

itunes will be my downfall

I know I've said it before but I'll say it again. If I use itunes too much I will have no money left. Last night I got The Who Sings My Generation. I love The Who. Right now I'm listening to The Kinks...on grooveshark. I just forgot what I was doing. That's what's with the ellipses. I like the Kinks. The British Invasion bands in general, pretty good stuff. So I'm bored. And. Yeah.

At a Halloween store last weekend, I got a pen that looks like a syringe. It is pretty nifty. So I use it in class, it's clicky and fun. Today, in English, my teacher came around to check if we did our paragraphs ('is Chaucer a feminist?' i said no) and he walks up to my desk and goes, 'AJ you have...a syringe. do you do heroin AJ? show me your arms.' so I showed him my arms and he was like, ' oh all right. let me see your paragraph. oh thank you, you're the only who agrees with me, you've just validated my existence.' I guess everyone else thought Chaucer was a feminist. I only said NOT a feminist because FEMINIST seemed to easy. Also very unlikely.

terrible thing: since a lot of kids were out of class today to take the PSAT (another terrible thing: I took the PSAT last year? and I had to take it on a Saturday morning. I CALL SHENANIGANS.) in my choir class, there was like 13 kids, so the teacher was like, yeah we're singing Imagine, which is what the jazz choir is doing. You know what ruins your favorite song? Some stupid bitches singing it like they even know the fuck who John Lennon was. One girl was like 'oh he was a Beatle'. Grrr. Yes. BUT SO MUCH MORE. A writer and peace activist and an awesome guy and an artist and genius.

Jesus, the Kinks are brilliant. I like music that makes noise. Know what I mean? Punk is good stuff. Sex Pistols and the Ramones, the Ramones, they're punk, I'm pretty sure.

It's cold here. Brr.

So here's something I want to do with my life but would never say out loud because it's ridiculous. I want to be in a band. Sort of a cover band. Here's what this band would do: we would take slow songs, err well, old songs, like take I'm a Fool to Want You. And turn it into a rock song. With electric guitars and some screaming voals. We'd also take rock songs- for something reason I think of Paint it Black when I think of doing this- and turn them into slow songs. Slow it down and croon it, like. Yeah.

Oh, it's cold and I'm shaking.

I recieved an email from the folks I ordered my shirt & buttons from last night- the transaction did not go through. Sonofabitch. I guess my debit card didn't work? but ordering from Amazon and when buying music from itunes, it works fine. WHAT. Maybe i'll just buy the John & Paul & Ringo & George one from Amazon? and a album or something, the Who's Tommy or something. Or The Who Sell Out. Er I have to clean up my Amazon wishlist anyway. Instead of writing out a Christmas list for my mom (it feels weird to do that at 18) I'll just link her to my Amazon wish list. Yah I think I'll buy this shirt from amazon, it's cheaper for one. I just really like Help! oh well.

later, 7:50: Aha, yes, gonna buy the shirt and the new Bowling For Soup album (I love Bowling For Soup. LIKE CRAZY. they are the only band who makes me laugh and can rock out. fuck and yes. and i know like all of their songs? by heart.) anyway, I dunno whether to buy a Medium or a Large shirt. Like, I know a Large will fit me, but sort of badly, so I wonder if a medium will work better? I should play it safe and stick with a large and shrink it in the wash if it's too big.

Ahh my mom caught me trying to buy things.
Then we went through this whole kerfuffle over this -but I NEED THIS SHIRT and if I buy a something worth 10 dollars, i'll get free shipping, do you need anything mom? and so she looked at proclaimers albums and then I figured out if i just bought the shirt, it would be two dollars short of if i bought a cd instead. So after much debating, bobdylanthewhoTHEBEATLES?bowiethestonesTHEWHOOOthekinkTHEWHO? i'm getting the new BFS album because uh, it's the only one that isn't already cheaper. Yeah? Okay.

many years from now

It is disturbing to me that my brother knows the lyrics of When I'm 64 so well.
I bring this up because we had a test in German today, and we had to write down the numbers- one of them was vierundsechzig. i wrote 64, and underneath it: 'wann ich vierundsechzig: when i'm sixtyfour?' My German teacher is a huge Beatles fan. I wonder if she grades the tests?

What else happened today. Not much anything very exciting at all. Maybe things well get awesomeber as I go along.

And now I've got When I'm Sixty Four stuck in my head. I was singing Rocky Racoon earlier. The Anthology version, in which Paul says "sminking of gin" instead of "stinking of gin" and Rocky Racoon is such a weirdly awesome song. I woke up this morning with it stuck in my head.

I froze a Twinkie last night and just remembered it. It is delicious. Mhm..

There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
Another good Lennon quote. Well. Beatles. Since it's from All You Need is Love. At some point in their career, I think they stopped being "Beatles songs" and more like Paul songs or John songs and George songs and a Ringo song. Like. Like when I think Blackbird I think PAUL not THE BEATLES like that, you know, but I Wanna Hold Your Hand, that's not PAUL, that's THE BEATLES. If it makes sense. Which I doubt.

I'm borrredd. I should knit. And. Read? watch Help! again? grr. Or AHDN. Or Yellow Submarine. Or find a t-shirt to order...

Later, 9:45: Oh my does time fly. When you're doing nothing. Actually I went to Bi-Mart with mom and got beef jerky and then I came home and re-started my cowl a few times till I got it right. it is gorgeous yarn- MALABRIGO. And it's soft.
Oh, I ordered a shirt. Uh. The dark blue Help! one in a women's XL that I hope will fit. Really hope. Cos it was 20 dollars. And as long as I was buying from these folk, for shipping costs, I also got a pack of Beatles buttons-- Sgt. Pepper ones, and a thing of The Who buttons. I like The Who. And now the David Bowie button on my backpack will no longer be alone. Lonely David Bowie no more.
So this is weird, but I don't like it when people I don't like like the things I like. Did that make any sense? Here's an example. The Beatles are universal- everyone (pretty much) likes the Beatles. A lot more people love the Beatles and a fewer amount of them are really friggin' obsessed with the Beatles. I'm on my way to that but, like, not quite. Anyway what annoys me is when people I really friggin' hate like the Beatles. Like they're not good enough. Maybe I'm just possesive. Or crazy. Whatever.
I like tonight's Shirt.Woot. Not sure I'll buy it. I did buy 30 bucks worth of stuff online earlier today. Damn, it's a cool Help! shirt. I love Help! the album song and movie. Gwrr. I like the shirt doesn't go out and say BEATLES! but it has the cool h-e-l-p silhouettes and Help!. Rar. The other one I liked was, uh, oh I always love the Sgt. Pepper drumhead thing.

procrastinating

I've got this essay that was due today that I don't really wanna due and then email to my teacher. I'm very lazy. And tired. and i wanna knit. Damndamndamn.
I love Help!. It is less awesome than A Hard Day's Night but still pretty awesome. It has the Beatles so it can't be that bad, ha. And there's lots of George and random George-ness. I want to make a video compilation of the weird things he's doing in that movie- srsly, I'm gonna learn Windows Movie Maker so I can do that. Argh.
Terrible day. Need to watch AHDN or listen to Rubber Soul or With the Beatles or something, make it all better (every day, it's getting better, it's getting better all the tiime)
I was in the school library in advisory today- Can't Buy Me Love came on the stereo system, ever so faintly- but I picked up on it and started mouthing the words and tapping my foot along. Never figured out if it was a cd or just the radio.
hour later: i've decided I need a Beatles shirt. I'd kill for this adorable one in a adult's size. A is for Apple, B is for Beatles! but alas, only a toddler's shirt. I want the Help! motif thing on black but all it comes on is white- and I don't want like the generic The Beatles black one, youknow. This one is Help on blue. OMG. Beatles Shoelaces. Yellow Submarine in Japanese! Aha! Help on Dark blue in Women's, even. Wonder if there's a size chart? Shirtneeeed.

wow

Here's thing that just happened: I am opening up a tab for TVGuide and my mom sees the hat I'm been knitting and goes, oh that's awesome, and I'm like, do you want it? and she's like, no make yourself something but if you made me a hat, I'd want it longer, and I'm typing what I think is 'tvguide' as I say, longer oh you want a stocking cap? and she's like, something like that and I turn back to the computer and somehow, I am on a Male Enhancement website. WTH. I clicked tabbed out of it but I checked my history- apparently, I'd just typed the last word I'd said/heard into the URL bar and added .com and clicked enter. ergo, longer.com. Whoops.


Oh the keyboard is weirdly high up and tiring to type. I got a CD yesterday at a thrift shop- U2! Achtung Baby, which I hear is good, so yeah. Also at Goodwill today, they had all these records out, and even though I don't have a record play, I had to look. I found Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboys, the Elton John album, but it didn't have the second disc- and two Bob Dylans, one of which was scratched, so I just got the one Nashville Skylines. It's got a cool album cover. I'm gonna put it on a shelf by my Abbey Road poster.

I've been singing Got to Get You Into My Life and With a Little Help From my Friends all freakin' day. My mom stole one of my Paul McCartney albums- just the hightlights of some tour, she was playing that today, and GTGYIML we listened to like twice and, damn, it's catchy.

Ah'm bored. Need knitting patterns. Gonna do this Malabrigo cowl first. Or maybe a scarrf. Dammn. Pattern searching sucks. So I found, for cowl: this one is nice looks easy,
this one looks kinda tricky but really cool, and this one also tricky but nice, too. For mah malabrigo. Hmm.

Oh, I don't wanna take senior pics but I gotta, sometimes. I don't want some lame generic senior pic, I want something different. Well this hat I got- I like it, and I was going to bed last night (wearing..my hat, fine, yes, I wore my new hat to bed then figured out that wasn't such a good idea) and I had pulled my snuggie up to my mouth because my face was cold, and I caught sight of myself in the mirror- with the black hat and my bangs sticking out and my eyes all bright behind my glasses and the snuggie pulled up to my eyes- just my eyes were showing, I thought it was pretty cool. So maybe...wait, Blake distracted me. Okay, senior pics. Yeah. Some sort of weird shot of me, all bundled up in winter wear, preferably. A la that scene from Help! sort of, you know. Hats and coats. This cowl I'm gonna make, long enough to pull over my face. Or a picture of me, like, walking away, or a sort of windy/snowy wonky pic. I dunno. None of that made sense. I'm sorry.
Also I still have no idea about senior quote- I want something Lennon but something that fits me, too. Or a Beatles one, does George have any good quotes? he seems like someone who would.
Damn, it's cold. I'm cold.

today

Went to Spokane with mom and did shopping and whatnot. I got three balls of yarn- some browns/orange Malabrigo and rainbow Moshi Plus and some bright Noro Kureyon. And we went to Halloween stores- uh uh, she got some costume and I got a Gryffindor tie at one and an aviator scarf cos it was on sale, and at this other store I just wandered around, being tired and wanting to leave, until I saw the large collection of hats. I love hats. I had found this cheap aviator's cap, like one with fur and whatnot, and thought it was pretty cool so i sort of wore it around the store to find my mom- a worker must have overheard me talking about cos he came up to me and was like, here is this other aviatar hat- and it was much cooler, sort of leather-looking with buckles and the like. And I found a 'chaffauer's cap' which looks like the hat John Lennon wore in Help/A Hard Day's Night. Well, mine's a bit more, er, puffier? it puffs more, his is more flat, but it's a very cool hat for 4 bucks.

For Halloween this year I'm gonna be an aviator? or Amelia Earhart. AE has short hair. I do not. I want short hair. But I don't think I'll cut it for a Halloween costume..also, I look terrible with short hair- emphasizes my very round face, I am told. My face is not so round as they say it is. Anyway- so the scarf and the cap and I should round up a leather/leather-ish aviator/bomber jacket somewhere...not like I'm doing anything for Halloween, yah.

oh! this second costume store I was at, I was just wandering about and there's a '70s!' section, so I wander over to it; tie-dye and peace symbols and floral prints but something catches my eye- British Revolution! and British Explosion! costumes. OMG. I geek-freaked. Two Sgt.Pepper-esque costumes- but a dark green and a darrk blue and there were only 3 colors, wtf? so very cool, though. I was half-considering it- and then realized there cannot be simply ONE. You have to have four. I mean. I don't have any friends, so- no one would dress up with me. Also, again: all-dressed-up-and-nowhere-to-go situation here. The other one, Revolution! one was The Suit- their Ed Sullivan stuits, grey with the black colors- I wanted this. But for 50 dollars? and also, again, the Lone Beatle? sigh.

So this yarn- thisss yarrn. Malabrigo. Is gorgeous and brown-y colors with these splashes of orange and yellow in it- so at first I was like, HAAT but then I think the splashes of orange would look funky and not in a good way, so maybe a scarf or cowl. God, a cowl out of this would be awesome. So. COWL.
this Noro isn't alot of yarn and should stripe pretty I should think, so a hat, maybe a ribbed cap or something like that.
And I need to figure out this..fuck, Mochi Plus. It's rainbow and soft. WHAT to do? a hat maybe.

I'm getting distracted. ...yarn? patterns. rightrightright...very tired.
Watched Boondock Saints with my mom tonight. I don't think she quite appreciated it as much as my brother and me..

happy birthday mssrs. lennon

It is John Lennon's birthday. Also, Sean Lennon's. Happy birfday, guys.

Also tonight I went to the Kansas concert- fucking rocked. Simply and amazingly. It was so cold, too, my feet froze, and those dudes up on the stage kept rocking, they were like 'err it's cold we can't feel our fingers but here's a song you might know' DUST IN TEH WIND, WAATCHA.

Andand. I've got to do a few things before going to bed whicih suucks I am tired but anyway: a) copy out hat knitting pattern for car ride tomorrow b) get shops and shop adresses for trip tomorrow c) christ, mom's CD player in her car doesn't damn work- wonder if we can bring the portable one and if it will run off batteries? i've got some hella good CDs. d) mhmm what else...

they say it's your birthday

Yes. I listened to Birthday today while walking to school. Thanks Paul McCartney.

Nothing essentially uneventful has happened today- in the morning, mom and I went to Starbucks, she got a pumpkin spice latte and a scone and then at school, Frazier gave me a book, Sense & Sensibilit & Sea Monsters and some cookies. Aand. At lunch me & mom went to the grocery store- got some chicken strips and a drink and some candy and my "cake", which is a cheesecake, and she bought me some flowers. :D Pretty blue ones. Andthenso. My English teacher sang Happy Birthday to me but his twisted version 'death and dying everywhere, but it's your birthday, sin and sorrow' in a monotone voice into a toy microphone. Pretty epic.

I'm testing a theory- will my father call me and wish me a happy birthday? Mhmm. I mean-- it's my DAD, I'll be lucky if when he picks us up for the concert tomorrow night he says "wasn't yesterday your birthday or somethin"
later: 6:50 so after that bit up there, me and H went off for candy and strawberry cigarillos, which I couldn't technically buy since I don't have a state ID with a picture, so I gave her the money and she bought them, then we went and sat by the river and smoked them- it was weird. And tasted icky. We smoked one each and then, coughing, went to Arby's for getting-the-taste-out. While at Arby's- my phone rings. So I answer it and here is the following conversation.
Dude: Hi, is this Alyssa?
Me: (thinking it was the guy who’s the leader of a program I’m in) Yeah. Hi.
Dude: Hi, I’m (so and so), I’m the new (city) AirForce recruiter…
Me: Oh. Oh HO. Yeah?
Dude: Yeah and I was wondering what you were doing after graduating high school..
Me: Um. No idea. (distracted by Arby’s lady giving me food and my friend going ‘who?’) But I’m not really thinking, uh, military, cos, like, I’m not really in shape and I’ve got scoliosis, too.
AirForce dude: (some blabbering on how that wouldn’t really stop me from joining up) so what are you interested in after highschool?
Me: (wondering what sort of nerve this guy has to be calling me on my 18th birthday and inquiring) (also, HOW DID HE GET MY NUMBER) I dunno, I’m not really interested in anything, I don’t really…do anything, y’know.
AirForce JerkFace: What, you don’t do anything for fun or anything?
Me: Oh well of course I do things for FUN I mean.
Jerkface: So like what?
Me: Ahh…(mouthing to friend, ‘it’s the effing AIRFORCE) I knit.
Sergeant Jackass: You knit?
Me: I knit.
Captain Douchebag: Well, (losing where this conversation is going) you could use your knitting expertise and..knit..parachutes…
Me, sarcastically: Yeah, I’m gonna knit parachutes for the Airforce.
Seriously, This Guy’s Problem, What The Hell: Okay you don’t really knit do you, you’re just kidding with me.
Me, dead effing serious: NO. I KNIT. I REALLY DO.
Getting Fed Up With My B.S.: Okay well…are you interested in the Airforce at all, you don’t have to be, no pressure, so…
Me: Nah not really. Thanks for calling.
Just Wasted Five Minutes Of His Life On Some Weird Teenager: alright thanks bye.


Weirrd. And so,yeah, my dad did finally call. :D Yay! He likes me. And and he's taking us to dinner before we go to the Kansas concert. Oh did I mention, I'm going to a Kansas concert. The band, y'know, Dust In the Wind and Carry On My Wayward Son. No. I don't know any more songs of theirs. Does it matter?
Oh, I'm wearing a flashing Tiara Crown mom got me at Wal-Mart for a buck. I'm...not sure if it's stoppped flashing, but it wouldn't stop earlier.

18 somewhere

Here it's 10 but somewhere it's midnight and so somewhere, it's the 8th and so I'm 18 somewhere. Faulty logic. I'm actually not to gung-ho about this, this whole big 18 thing-- but y'know whatever.
Actually I've pretty much gotten all my birthday presents- Beatles Rock Band back in September and today, mom took me to k-mart and I picked out a Snuggie. Yes. a Snuggie. GO AHEAD AND LAUGH. It is dark green. I am wondrously warm. Ridiculous. And a chocolate bar and a pillow, but the pillow doesn't really count cos Blake got a pillow, too.

And Frazier (teacher i know real good) says if I'm early to school tomorrow, she'll give me a present- otherwise I have to wait for afterschool. And apparently there is a special 'early morning' prize. And Margo, who's in choir with me, was like, you better show up on time for choir, too. (I'm often late to choir due to the fact it's all the fucking way across school) and it took me a minute but then I remembered what class it was- they're gonna efffing siiing. I was like- MARGO WHY also mr legg doesn't even know who i AM and she's like, I TOLD HIM WHO YOU WERE aka the girl who's always late or not even there. And mom is taking me for a coffee during lunch and we're having steak for dinner but something or another, oh we're going to Spokane this weekend so that's why we're not going out. Exciting 18th- OH right, I think me and H are gonna go pick up some smokes or whatnot, just for kicks.

So in other news, I have the same birthday as Johnny Ramone. Which is kickass. I love the Ramones. I need to get a book on them. Damnit, I am such a fuggin' dork when I think of a band I like, I don't think of getting a CD of theirs- I think of getting a book on them. On the other hand, I really want I Me Mine by George Harrison. Oh! Maybe we can go by a Borders or Barnes&Noble in the city this weekend...

I love this Snuggie.

on the subject of footwear

I am the sort of person who puts shoes on and then wears them for the sake of shoe-wearing. It's weird. But most nights, I don't take my shoes off until after 11- when I go to bed, it's like, oh right: shoes. This happens most in the winter, cos my feet get cold without shoes. On Friday I had my shoes on until-oh at least 3. On Saturday I got them off before midnight, which was good. Well I'm wearing my Cons and if it were boots, slightly different story, because a) if I have any intention of doing anything else that night, the boots? not coming off. Especially beatle boots. Even if it's just a quick walk to the cop shop to get a pop from the soda machine, it's probably not worth the hassle of removing and then putting footwear back on, so I'll keep them on for the night. I just like wearing shoes. My boots I wear usually- combat boots, which I feel like a BAMF in, or my beatle boots if I'm feeling alright about them and not too self-consious about pointy shoes. When I'm not wearing boots I still walk like I'm wearing boot- which is to say, these very controlled movements, sort of this certain step I use - heelrollballtoes. So in these Converse I look rather like a doofus, walking all proper.
lalala, I'm bored. I've spent most of the night watching Anthology. 's great. Have I mentioned how much I love Ringo Starr? He's funny; but one of my favorite parts of the eps I watched, they were talking about doing Shea Stadium the second time and how they had less people, only 50,000 (Ringo: "oh nooo only 50,000") but so they showed this footage of the reporter at the Shea, reporting and asking fans all these questions, and they showed Neil Aspinall and Ringo talking about it, and they cut to George: "Oh wait, I don't remember going back a second time." LOL. GEORGE. I reallyyylike George, his music is kickass. Crackerbox Palace always gets stuck in my head whenever I hear it. I think Ringo Starr is something of a, well, nowadays, sorta a douchebag. But I still like him.
Argh I'm ranting again..
Shoes. Right. I like my shoes; I like wearing shoes, and I bring this up because it's like, have you ever thought about it, how often are you not wearing shoes?
So my mom says I have to go to school tomorrow. On time. And all the classes. And every day this week. It's a joke between us- (ALSO HOLY SHIT I HAVE SOME FUCKING HOMEWORK DUE I JUST REMEMBERED IT, fucking GOVERNMENT class shitshitshit) where the night before school I'll go, "so, wait. let me get this straight. i have to go to school tomorrow?" and she'll say, "oh well, yes. now that you mention it." and i'll be, "so on a level on 1-10..." so she'll say, "11. it's definetly, you have to go." and, me: "and this is like, 100 hundred percent?" so she'll be, "right. of course you could just drop out and join the circus..." and to finish it, me, being serious: "do not tempt me, woman."

I better go to this Government class thing, a worksheet on the Constitution. Which I find interesting. But BORING. so I'll put on some Lennon or that new Paul album I got and see if I can finish it, sonofabitch.

oh lol

Today I played a lotta Rock Band & hung around the library & went to Goodwill. in reverse order.
I am getting hella better on RB drums, I tell you what. Played for about two hours straight, now I'VE GOT BLISTERS ON MY FINGERS! sorry that's from Helter Skelter, I really do though, from clutching drumsticks. There's a Achievement on the game called I've Got Blisters on My Fingers, which is beating Helter Skelter on Expert Drums. It is my life's goal.

Anyway- so I've spent the evening watching SNL and Let It Be and planning Being Eighteen Fucking Years Old with Heather, which at this point seems to be: on October the 9th (I'm turning 18 on the 8th, she's 18 today), well, here's what I proposed to her and bear in mind, we are bored teenagers, now legal: smokes & wine & Lion King. Let me clear that up- I've figured out the Things You Can Do When 18. 1. Buy tobacco. I don't like smoking, I disaprove wholeheartedly, (sidenote: I am easily brainwashed, aka, I watch all these videos of the Beatles smoking and I think, that's HOT but I rememebr GEORGE DIES OF IT but ahem, still) but it's more of the idea that now I can totes buy cigs if I want them. I don't want cigarettes, I want these cigarellos that are,like, grape-flavored and stuff. Kody had them on his 18th. 2. What was I talking about? Oh Things Can Be Done at 18. Vote. Which I plan to do. Early and often, as the saying goes. 3. Buy porn. Redudant, thanks to the internet, but worth saying. I'm...not going to buy any porn. Honestly. 4. Get a tattoo. Well, apparently, since the Allen Family Tradition (Kody did it, so it is? he says.) is Getting A Tattoo On Your 19th Birthday, so we'll see in year. 5. Join the Army. Not. Happening. 5-no, sorry, 6. Order things from infomercials. Again, with the internet, sorta redudant, but I had forgotten this one and got all excited when someone told me. FUCK AND YES. As another sidenote: I am pretty surely getting a Snuggie for my birthday. Awesome? YES.

Anyway- so our Being 18 thing. H's dad is pretty much yah I'll buy you alcohol so she likes wine so we might do that, but keep it on the downlo, hush hush, you know, not quite legal for us to be drinking at 18, but honestly I like Mike's hard lemonade, I'm trying to sway her to get that. She doesn't like my 'smokes' idea but I just like wanna tryyy even if it's retarded; I know smoking is retarded. I'm not a retarded teenager and for once, I sorta wanna be one. Even if it's a grape-flavored cigarello. And my mom doesn't want me to. So there's one for it, anyway. So my idea is we go to her house, drink and smoke and be retarded teenagers, watch some Disney movies (well, what else?) and then I'll stagger home smelling of grape smoke and huckleberry wine, late at night so mother will not be the wiser, and all's well that ends well really. Ah, carefully planned rebellion never tasted so good. I'm only writing all this Sorta Illegal/May Not Even Happen stuff because honestly I'm pretty sure no one reads this blog, like, ever. Which I like so I can say stuff like that up there.

So it's almost 3, gasp, and here I am typing away. Well I was gonna go to bed but Sandy (da's gf) came out and said a thing that was pretty funny so I wanted to document its hilariousness and then I got distracted with that there prequel and stuff, so anyway here's what happened.
Me, at computer: hi.
Sandy: your dad just suggested we be JOHN AND YOKO for halloween
Me: WHAT, (collapsing in laughter)
Sandy: I KNOW that is what I SAID
Me: JOHN AND YOKO
Sandy: yeah like WHAT that wouldn't even work
Me: cos like JOHN is SKINNY and also you guys look NOTHING--
Sandy: I KNOW because like of shapes of their faces and the HAIR
Me: ahahaha that's madness, hilarious
Sandy: (as she goes back into dad's room) I ratted you out, Alyssa is laughing her ASS OFF
To be fair I was. Cos it is a pretty funny idea. I think my mom's bf would make a good John- he is crazy skinny and has a gaunt face and with a wig and some granny glasses he would be a scary good Lennon but mom as Yoko? nahh well maybe with some puffy black hair, ahah.
The late night is getting to me, I am going maaad with sleepiness? or not so much, mhmm

On the weekend of my bday- I think mom and me? are going to Spokane for Happy Fun Mother/Daughter Time/Shopping. BUT all I wanna do (is boogaloo, oh fuck you Ringo Starr and your damned catchy songs) is go to see the Toy Story 1/2 in 3d at the IMAX up there, which it may or not be there, I've not idea and should surely google it but hey, it's almost 3 in the mornin' and mhmm, I got two new CDs today -Lennon Legend and Band on the Run. Well what else. I need to get more Harrison stuff, I am sorely lacking in the George Harrison division. As far as Ex-Beatle Beatle music I have, legally, it's now 3 Pauls (Tripping the Live Fantastic, Flaming Pie, and Botr), 1 Lennon( that one I just said) 2 Ringos- Time Takes Time and Ringo, and yah no George. WTF. Well I have one track from Cloud Nine- When We Was Fab, cos I lloove that song, got it off itunes, and I have All Things Must Pass on youtube vids somewhere on my ipod but those don't rly count oh my god I should go to bed, shitshit.

I think if I ever started a band I would call it, like, I'm Not A Robot or Sometimes I Wish I Were A Dinosaur. It would be a pretty awful band.

friday night

Saw Zombieland. Was awesome.
Then I spent the night on the interwebs- me and Heather over skype talking about we're doing for our 18th birthdays, which are 4 days apart, she's the 4th and I'm the 8th. In a fit a rebellion, I want to go and buy some cigarellos. Wacha. And then, being random and bored, I sent her the link to a quiz, what Beatles slash pairing are you, and she got John/George (I got John/Ringo, which is, yah, my fav.) and so, jokingly, I sent her the link to the John/George slashfic site, and then a half an hour later she says: omg i love john/george. She is awesome for actually reading it-she doesn't really listen to the band much I guess (in fact, when we put up pics in our locker-all mine were Beatles or Sinatra or Bowie, and she was like, who ARE these people? and then one time she was like, "Oh i watched an episode Anthology last night, NOW I know the Beatles are." -twitch- Anyway, here's what I'm reading now, so myself doesn't go and lose these links cos I dun wanna bookmark them on my da's computer. This one where Paul time travels and this Zombie one and this sort of Mary Sue-ish story that's alright and this site has some links and places to find more.

today

No school or anything again, so here's what I did today:
woke up and thought, hm this is weird, and checked the mail.
Got two cds in the mail.
Took a shower.
Got dressed.
then ripped the cds (Anthology 3 and Flaming Pie) to the computer while eating a scone and drinking Sprite.
Synced the new music to my iPod
started listening to Anthology 3 while knitting, but then I got distracted by the knitting
so I put my knitting away and just lay on the couch and listened to Anthology 3.
which was gorgeous.
and now I'm tired
and I still haven't brushed my hair
but I am wearing socks and it is very cold
so the sock thing is very important. Where are my slippers from last winter I wonder? I am still so cold. and there's nothing to do oh except knit, i think I will knit. I'm doing these armwarmers- and hold on, I'm making the pattern up as I go along and so I've saved it on this computer but since I'm switching families this weekend I won't be at it so I'll put it here so I can see it again-
"Armwarmers-10/2
cast on 44 on size 7 needles
work in rib for so-in-so many rows,
then in stockinette for like 12, then do k2tog every 12
so far
yah
then knit one row and then decrease ever 11 then knit one row and keep doing that i think"

I was all alone in the house last night--I didn't have any wild parties. I ordered a pizza and the most daring thing I did was I wore a sweatervest to bed. It was deliciously warm.

magical mystery tour-what?

Bored and alone, I found Magical Mystery Tour on youtube, a made-for-TV Beatles movie from 1967. It is trippy. And weird. And...doesn't make much sense. But has some good musics (Blue Jay Way, I Am the Walrus, Fool on the Hill) and some funny John randomness and Paul dorkiness (Your Mother Should Know (another PaulIsDead "clue" in that one, apparently, cos Paul is wearing a black flower and the others, a red one, so clearly y'all is totes dead.)) At one point- they're in this bar and there's a strippper and a band onstage and, really, Beatles, a stripper?--anway, the band is singing this song, Death Cab for Cutie. AND GUESS WHAT. There's a band called that. Named after that song/scene. Some indie band-formed in this state, too, Washington. Interesting. Unlike Fall-Out Boy, these guys apparently know where the name of their band comes from- Fall Out Boy does not, and it comes from an episode of The Simpsons. Fail, Fall Out Boy. Win, Death Cab For Cutie.

So i am bored. I ordered a pizza. Lamely. And only ate a few pieces. Really? I just kinda wanted the Dr Pepper that came with it. Sigh. MMT was a weird movie did I mention? Paul's sweatervest was BA though. I want all his sweatervests all the time-srsly, their clothing, is awful, and I want it. I love the Walrus video. John looks like he's having so much fun. And George being adorable. Not enough George! in it whatsoever, he's got a few lines and he does Blue Jay Way very creepily (it's an eerie song, there's a fog upon LAaaaa..) and when they're wizards, one of them says:What's next on the agenda? and George, straight at the camera: A SONG! and Ringo is clearly high throughout this thing, but it's Ringo so he always looks high. Ahah. So all I need to watch now- in terms of Official Beatles Movies- is Let It Be. And in Non Official Beatles Movies, there's The Hours and Times, Birth of the Beatles, Backbeat, Two of Us, Nowhere Boy, and a bunch others, I think, those are the ones I wanna see though. Oh! and whatever movies John and Ringo starred in- John was in How We Won the War or something, I neeed to see it, and Ringo I guess did random bit parts of things..

Today, I mentioned to Blake something about Pattie Boyd, George Harrison's first wife, left him for Eric Clapton or something- cue my brother going "ERIC CLAPTON. REALLY. SHE DITCHED HIM FOR ERRIIIIC CLAAPTON." he seemed to think this was unbelievable. "OF ALL THE RANDOM FAMOUS PEOPLE HE IS SURROUNDED BY- ERIC CLAPTON. " Dhani Harrison- George's son- is about his clone, I think. Honestly. also he's pretty adorable- and I should listen to his music sometime, mhm Dhani Harrison.
I get crazy sad whenever I read anything about John's death- and so angry at that sonofabitch who shot him. HOW. WHY. John Lennon-how could you KILL him? yes he was a dick and hyprocrite sometimes- but a musical genius and argh, see, Jesus, it's worthless getting upset over.

hello, afternoon

Suddenly, it is like 4 something and I didn't even notice. I was knitting. And now it's 4:15. Day? maybe not wasted. I have a yellow hat that is funky-looking and a bit too big for my head.

Today I also found, or rather got around to finally listening to, BEATALLICA. Which is a band who mixes Beatles and Metallica songs and oh yeah they are FRIGGING AMAZING and awesome and kinda my new favorite band now. ALL YOU NEED IS BLOOD. And like that.

My feet, they are cold. I have to go about town for alive after 5 but I'm not, like, majorly looking forward to it cos there's like, people out there and I'd have to put shoes on and stuff, and oh I've got Great Yarns tonight, too, that'll be fun. I love hanging out with the knitters/crocheters. Which usually is just me and Mary and sometimes Heather. A little lonely.

The yarn I dyed last night- so I first did grape and it turned out awful, truly, just pretty bad, color wise and it didn't even dye all the way through. So I put some red KoolAids I had- fruit punch and black cherry, I think- in with it and zapped the yarn a few more times, now it's this kind of purple/red mottled color, it's very nice. Not sure what to make with it though? I'm starting some armwarmers with this stuff I dyed ages ago, sorta a pink/red, and I'm guessing the pattern as I go but I'll have to learn something when it comes around to the thumbhole, since these are on DPNs.

Borrreedd. hnn. I will have to change my pants before Alive After Five. And find some shoes. Combat boots or Cons? not Beatle Boots. Although. Well. Maybe Beatle boots. I could pull them off. I look ridiculous in them-but they sound wonderful, this nice clik-clak, heel-toe sort of thing, and I feel spectacular in them. Boots do wonders for confidence. But my poor heels- blisters, all the time, or pre-emptive BandAids.

Oh hello, thank you Amazon. I looked up Beatallica and it reccomends someone called Lez Zeppelin. They're an all-female Led Zeppelin cover band. AWESOME. My new heroes. I want to start a- oh, this here is my secret unattainable dream- all-female Beatles cover band. Yeah. I know. It's ridiculous but there are none and I really want to but I can't play an instrument or sing, really, but has that ever stopped anyone? I secretly really want to do this but nobody knows and, sigh,
Holy shit, Beatles cover band 1964- epic. I'm watching one of their videos and they have them down- down to the way John stands as he plays his guitar and the way George taps the beat with one foot, then the other, on and off like that.

Later, 8:30: At times like this- I wish I had some real-life real friends. Since I'm completely fucking alone. Blake is at his friends house and I'm home, so terribly alone. And heartbroken and alone, did I mention so. fucking. alone? Maybe pizza will make this better. I doubt it. Fuck. SO bored and lonely.

in retrospect

Here we've got today and tomorrow off school and at first I was like, oh yayyy fuck and yes, sonsofbitches. Now. There's uh, nothing to do. Srsly. At 5, there's Alive After 5. And since I dyed yarn last night, I have nothing. TO DO. Except layabout in pajamas and knit.

Scifi has Tales of the Darkside on. And it's really cold. And my mom is gone. ;( There's nothing to doooo.

I keep telling my mom I wanna Snuggie for my birthday-which is in a week. I cannot help imagining how awesome and warm it will be. THINK ABOUT IT. I'm cold but I want to play Rock Band- SNUGGIE! Knitting and freezing-SNUGGIE! Oh that's all I got. But now I've remembered what I want to do today: ROCK BAAAND.

not doing schoolwork

This is what I do instead of work at school.