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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.

mwahha

Blake is hating me right now because I somehow got 'When I'm Sixty-Four' stuck in his head, although god knows how, it's not even on Rock Band, so I told him he could borrow my iPod for "some good Beatles music" and put on Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. That doesn't have When I'm Sixty Four on it, right? Today I was listening to Magical Mystery Tour. Damn. 'Your Mother Should Know' is so fucking catchy. oh oh your mother should know. I was walking somewhere with Heather but she was locking up her bike and I was singing and then I stopped and said, "fucking Paul McCartney." Writer of damn catchy songs that don't mean a fucking thing apparently. HELLO GOODBYE PAUL? I love the Hello Goodbye video tho. Random dancing! Shimmy-shaking George! Sgt. Pepper costumes! Grr.

The school called me mom today and told of my absences so she was kinda pissed I guess, so after entering 9 things knitted/crocheted/spun into the fair, I ran off to Arby's with Heather to avoid mom. And then we sat at Arby's for two hours, talking. She's pretty cool. We talk about fanfiction well together. Yaoi stuff. Good stuff.

Dude man. Blake's playing with my iPod- I had him on Sgt.Pepper but now he's watching the rooftop concert! I was like how'd you find that and he's like, it was labelled rooftop concert durr. Ahf. Kthen. I love that he's as Beatle-obsessed as I am.

So now I'm reading Beatles Fanfiction. Because it exists. And it is slightly creepy. But fun. :D
ETA; damn of all damns the Beatles ff site I'm at isn't WORKING this is fucking tragic.