bleh

I havent posted in forever so i thought i would post.

*post*

ok, i'm done.

I'm Back

Much to my displeasure, I have returned home.

Crap.

For years and years I have been going on the same trip, to the same place, at the same time. And every year it becomes harder and harder to come back. I always have things that I cannot wait to return to, like my cats, my bed, and my shower. (The place at which I stay has a shower with the lowest water pressure possible. It is incredibly hard to rinse my hair.) This year was especially bittersweet. The trip was fun, but i missed Timmy horribly. (Actually, I think my mom missed him more than I did, to tell the truth.) So coming home to him made leaving bearable. Otherwise, I would currently be in a state of shock, possibly still laying face down in my bed. Or on the floor, that's more dramatic.

I wish I could just move there. Or even just stay a few extra days. This year was so short. Now that I'm home, it seems as though I was only there for a day or two.

There is talk of not going next year. Mom says that if we take our trip to Italy, then we won't go on out yearly Trip to Harbor. Now that's rough. I've never been to Italy, and I know it would be fricken AMAZING...but, give up the Harbor trip? The trip I have been taking every year since I was four? I don't think I can make that descision. I'll put that right up there with the "where should I go to college?" descision. I can't think about it right now. And either way I decide, I won't be entirely happy. But maybe one never can.

Buh Bye!

I'm leaving on Tuesday! *the rejoicing continues...*

the D rox my sox

Took my senior pictures today, down in the D, and I had a blast. I get the proofs on Monday. What is it today? Thursday??? I can't wait that long!!! We drove all over, and took pictures at all these different locations and I wore all my sweetest clothes. I waded through fountains and climbed on buildings, and sat down basically in the middle of streets...I also brought Mel along so she could take some and be in some of mine, since we are basically extentions of eachother. Her main shoot is in August, and I get to come along on that one and take even MORE pictures!!! She is getting hers done in Dearborn so we'll have really different backgrounds.

To occupy myself while I am waiting for my proofs, I am crocheting a skirt. I am so very excited about it, I can hardly contain myself. It is my first big crochet project. I have been working on it since around my birthday, and now I am finally almost done!

On Tuesday I am leaveing to go to Harbor Springs for a week, as I do every year for the 4th. I won't miss it here, and there will be only one thing, or person rather, that will keep me from staying there the rest of the summer, or the rest of my life.

yeah

So, it's been a while. So what?

School, or as i like to call it, the required waste-of-time-hell-hole of death, is finally and completely out for summer. Going on two weeks now. Let us take a moment of silent rejoicing.

*silently rejoices*

Sigh. I have quickly sunk into my summer routine, but of course with a few changes from previous summers. Basically my days go as thus:

*stay up reading untill the birds start chirping (4:30) or until the sky goes from black to blue (5:30)
*get some sleep
*wake up no later than 11 (this is where i stray from past summers, where i usually rolled out of bed at around 1)
*stumble down stairs for a bite to eat, then proceed to lay on the couch and finish reading the book i started the night before. (I have read four books so far, at this rate, my stash is going to run out, egads!)
*get a call from someone, or make the call myself to make plans for the night
*get dressed. the day starts at 5 'o clock
*stay out late
*shower, pick out a new book, and the process starts over

Throw in some movies, food, and ice cream, and that is the beggining phase of my summer in a nutshell.

But then the trips start. More on that later.

~~~CHANGE OF SUBJECT~~~

Got my report card today in the mail. They should'nt waste the postage, becuase it isn't like I care about grades. I don't study, I don't try, and I don't care. I want to care sometimes...I am just inncapable of caring about a label that society chooses to stamp on people's heads. I live in an age where a persons worth is measured by GPA as an adolescent and by monetary value as an adult. On top of that, you get judged by the way you look. I absolutly depise this system. But I play the game. You have to play the game in order to acheive the status where people finally leave you alone just enough so you can do what you want with your life. But first you have to play the game. The higher-education-I-have-a-purpose-in-life game. Pass the classes. Play the sports. Know the right people. So I play. As minimally as I can, but still I play. Hoping like anything that society progresses as fast as it has in the last few decades and people can finally forget about the man-made drama, and just live. Just wake up when you want to, put on the clothes that make you FEEL good, talk and be with the people you like and just live and be like God wanted us to in the first place. Shed all the smog and pollution we have created and just eat and live...crap. I'm starting to sound to much like a hippy. Need to avoid that. Hippies don't shower...I, personally, am very fond of being clean. It's just a quirk of mine I guess...

so lets review...

Ok, Josh has very kindly brought the fact that my blog is boring to my attention:

Sexual Healy 08: your blog bores me immensely

Thank you, Josh.

So lets go over the past three weeks or so...

I have:

lost one boyfriend
gained a different one 2 weeks later
I am still confused about that second one...
I have got several people really pissed at me
somehow i dont really care about that...
i'm sick...AGAIN
I have decided that school is completely pointless now,
since i have taken most of my finals and now only have 2 real classes
I have been spending alot of time in the dot
track is almost over...thank the lord
i put up a bunch of new pics on myspace (i know i'm lame, dont care!)
i am almost out of ben and jerry's ice cream... :-(
went to bob jo's the other day and got a black cow, which was interesting
stole josh's tennis racket out of his car
I am making plans to have some of my boys over for dinner

so that is almost everything in a nutshell...of course i could elaborate on it, but i might offend people. and we musnt have that now!

My head hurts from being sick. A little while ago I was feeling better, but then someone had to leave me and I felt worse. Then I ate a banana. Go me.

So I really need summer to start now. It is just beginning to smell like summer, but of course I can't enjoy it because I am sick again and I can't smell a thing. I hate school. And I feel really sorry for those who say that the high school years are the best years of their lives. Poor boring pathetic souls. If high school is going to be the best years of my life, then kill me now please.

I am pretty very extremely happy with said new boyfriend. It was really a surprise and I don't care if we offend anyone, because that is certainly not my intent in this relationship. People can say what they want, but they can't ruin or make me feel guilty for my happiness. This so far has been completely different than anything else, and I just love that. Anything different is good, to quote one of my favorite movies, Groundhog Day.

Mina Hungry

I don't feel like making anything to eat. Oh well...


ANYWAYS....prom is tomorrow, and I am actually kinda excited for it. My dress is amazing, my shoes are amazing, my earrings rock...I can't wait to get dressed up...!


That is about all.

So...

I've been single for almost a week now. It took some getting used to, thats for sure, but now I am just fine. My friends did a marvelous job stepping up to fill in the hole that the breakup left. I'm glad that everything was on good terms...much better than my last breakup.

In closing, I am looking forward to the rest of school and having a free summer.

Have a nice day! :-)

Will it never end????

I am sick. AGAIN!!!!!!!!! Now I have an effing hacking cough to deal with right during an important part of track season. Maybe I am allergic to this year. It needs to end. Now.

A novel idea.

I love books. I love reading them, owning them, buying them...

but that isn't the point of this entry.

The point is that I have been reading novels for so long that they have become predictable. It is so easy to see what is going to happen, and what the characters should do when faced with problems. The novel is planned out. Disaster strikes, but in the novels i read, everything usually turns out ok in the end.

Don't you wish life could be that way?

Yeah sure. I sound sappy and idiotic. But I have been feeling this way for a while now. I feel that if I were reading my life, then I could predict exactly what to do and what will happen. I can't analyze my life and it frustrates me. Maybe if I wrote EVERYTHING down and went back over it, then I could realize my mistakes and figure out what to do next. Maybe I could write in a little more excitement, and write out the drama.

I feel like I am wandering down a dark hallway without a flashlight. I'm not drepressed or broody about anything. I just wish it were easier to figure out what to do next.

have you ever...

sat back and watched something happen and just think to yourself: "oh goodness no..." ?

seems like I do too much these days.

Prom

Do I have to go? I'm kinda really sick of everyone talking about it. It really isn't that much fun anyway.

grrr.

So Lo, Mel, and I went shopping today so Lo could find a dress. Which she did, but didn't bring money for it.

sigh.

I wish I was insanely rich so I could buy all the pretty dresses for my friends. So I could just say "shut up, I'm buying it, and you're wearing it."

I'm really tired so I think that shall be all for today.

Birthday wishes

I always try not to expect much on my birthday, then i won't be disspaointed. But sometimes even when I don't expect much, dissapointment creeps up on me in surprising ways. I guess I have to learn to expect nothing. Then I will never be dissapointed. I hope I don't sound spoiled or anything, I love everything I received (Betsey Johnson purse! WOOOOO!). And I know that material things shouldn't matter, and they really don't, but I can't help but get a little upset about the absence of a present that should be there. It was just so surprising, so out of character...but that is why I have to learn to expect nothing.

This birthday was great in all aspects but two. One was the absent present that I am still wondering about. (I know I shouldn't let it bother me, just let it go, let it go.) The other is the fact that I am getting old. I know I sound ridiculous. 17 isn't old. But I still don't like it. I wish I was five again. But you can't always get what you want, or what you wish for.

Get down from your high horse

My internet has been a jerk the past few days so I haven't been able to post. Obviously.

Sound of Music had its final performance on Sunday.
Let us take a moment to rejoice...


*********YES!!!!*************

Ok, I feel better now. I can finally rest easy! I have time to do other things rather then sleep! I don't have to kiss anyone I don't want to! I don't have to wear those ugly/itchy/stupid costumes! I don't have to sing those idiot songs! I can go to track practice...oh wait. That isn't exciting. I am so far behind everyone. I am so out of shape. I came in last in my best race. Crap. And now I can't really use easter break to catch up BECAUSE (this leads me to my next point)

I have a breathing condition now! I beleive regular allergies mixed with all the crap I inhaled from tearing down the som set screwed up my lungs. I started wheezing Sunday night, at the cast party, and by noon the next day, I could hardly breathe. My mom could hear me breathing from the other end of the house. So I got some sleep and did the homework I had the books for. On Tuesday I was a little better but still really bad. I had to stop to catch my breath after going DOWN the stairs. I felt so pathetic. Really. But I tried to go to school. I figured, I only had two days before break anyway, I can make it. But I got in my car and took a deep breath, and then started to cry. So yeah, didn't make it to school. My mom took me to the docter and she said the condition I was in was pretty bad, and it wouldn't clear up on its own. So she gave me a breathing treatment at the office and perscribed an inhaler. All that made me breathe alot easier. So I went to school on Wednesday, hacking up a lung and armed with my new trusty inhaler. My friends asked me why I bothered to come on the last day of vacation. The answer: I have no effing idea. So anyway, the morning went along just peachy. I didn't die from lack of oxygen and I made up all the work I missed in my morning classes. Then geometry came. And this is where the title of the blog makes sense, in case you where wondering. In geometry they had a lesson on Monday, work on Tuesday, and where going to have a test on Wednesday. So I went up to my teacher to ask her what she wanted me to do since I didn't have my books home with me those two days, so I couldn't have done any of the work. And this is how thw convo went (My speech is the * and my teacher's is the #)
*what do you want me to do, since I was absent?
#(snotty) Oh, you're taking the test.
*But I didn't have my books with me, I don't even know what the lesson is on.
#(even more snot) Did you go to that cast party on Sunday?
*(thinks: so THATS what this is about) Yes, but that is not why I was absent. I was haveing trouble breathing and I had to go to the doct...
#Fine. I want ALL your homework on Monday then. ALL of it.
*(thinks: like I would only turn in some? Idiot)

Moral of the story: I hate when teachers get up on their high horses and act like they are god. (ok, that really isnt a moral, but whatever) Seriously get over yourself, its geometry. No one cares. And stop jumping to conclusions and throwing false accusations in my face. And why don't you stop and think about things before you get all huffy with me, hmmm? I didn't skip those days. Why would I? It makes NO sense to me. Why would I skip two of the three days before break and come back on the third so I have a ton of homework to make up over break? Does that make any sense to you? No. It makes no sense. Gah.

*slams head on desk*

So my Sound of Music script is ruined. I swear this play is cursed. My script went missing yesterday or the day before, I don't even remeber and silly me just thought it fell under the seat in my car. No. It didn't of course, that would be too easy. Somehow the stupid thing fell OUT of my car in the school parking lot and was left out in the rain. I found it this morning soaking wet and covered with mud. I cried. It was a sad sight to see. I was upset all day. When i got home I rinsed the mud off (because it couldn't get any wetter at that point) and I put it to dry in the bathtub. Now I have to pay $35 for damages. Through the course of the day I have said just about every bad word I know (I even through in some made-up words and a few noises) to release my angst. grrrrr. And I have dress reahersal tonight and I really don't feel like going. And my speech that is due tomorrow? Not finished.

Yeah...

I'm back. I've been so busy lately. And I am exhausted.

The Sound of Music opened last weekend with great reviews. Everyone loves it for some reason and alot of people are coming again to see the performances this weekend. I have one more dress rehearsal tomorrow, and three more perfromances. Then, I'm free...

...except then I have to start running hard core for track. I have missed alot because of the play and I am behind. Really. I went to practice today, and it was pretty sad. The team is in pretty bad shape, on the girl's side anyway. I'm surprised. A lot of girls are hurt or out of shape. We really need to step it up if we are going to be in any shape to compete this year.

I am also behind in my schoolwork. I should really be writing and memorizing a speech I have to give on Thursday, but I REALLY don't feel like it. I hate speech class. It is such a pain. I don't mind giving the speeches, I just hate writing them.

It is also Johnny and I's 7 month today. Should months be celebrated? I don't really think it is that big of a deal. Years, yes. Months? no.

yeah...

I really have nothing interesting to say...

Took the act again today. I think I may have done worse...but we'll see.

Saw two of my old classmates at Panera today. They look different. It was weird.

Gah, I AM boring...

So...

I guess people are actually reading this now. Josh even left a comment. Thank you Josh. And Danny said I was boring. Well I can't help that nothing ever happens. Well, that isn't true. A tone of stuff happens, but if I wrote about everything I knew and hear, alot of people would hate me. What I really can't stand is when people talk in front of me as if I can't hear them. Here they are, running their mouths about their sex life, while I am just trying to get my damn homework done. Really now. I don't want to hear it.

So anyway...what has happened lately? The movie 300 came out, and while I didn't go see it, and I don't intend to, Josh requested that I put something about it in here since he was going to go see it. I hope you enjoyed it, Josh. Yesterday I got my prom shoes (which have been SO hard to find) and thus completed the requirements for prom attire. I got my dress and earrings shortly after Christmas, (the dress was on sale, go me!) and made my hair & makeup appointment. So I'm all set...wait, I need a purse...maybe I'll just knit one. This is my third prom, and really I hope this one will be better than the last two. The first year the food and venue...well, sucked. Not even gonna lie. Actually, dessert was nice. Last year, my shoes almost cut my toes off, everyone got sick from the food, (except me, I just had salad and pasta) and the venue was just, blah. So, I have my fingers crossed for a good dance this year. And now for my last rant: a few days ago someone (who will remain nameless) backed into my car and broke the plastic over my left tail light. I was so upset. MY POOR CAR!!! It is so old...and now has shards of broken plastic over the light. *sniffle* I try so hard to keep my car away from danger and what happens??? Someone takes it out!!! Ok, maybe that is a little drastic, but...my poor car! See, I am so upset when I think about it, I can't even form proper sentances. And now I have to go write a paper for psych. I don't know why I took that class.

I am eating a very lovely burger right now

Ok, I have to make this short because I have to finish getting ready and then head out for rehearsal. We're off-book tonight and I am kinda nervous...just ever so slightly...

Anyway, on the knitting front, it has become somewhat of a fad among the girls in the cast. Not that I have anything against more people embracing knitting, I just can't take anymore novelty yarn! But I digress. A majority of girls are also asking me if I would knit them all fingerless gloves, and they would pay me. Sorry, the answer is no. I didn't teach myself to knit to get commissioned into projects. It takes all the joy out of it for me. I may sound like a snob but I knit what I want, when I want to. I do not wish to fall to the power of supply and demand. There. I said it. Presents are a different story. which is why I am making said gloves for my aunt. Although I don't really want to give them to her because I know she will never wear them because she "doesn't want to ruin the pretty stitches." They are being made out of some good sturdy wool, and it will take alot to ruin those stitches.

To stray from the knitting fad of the moment and broaden my skills (not to mention take up time that should be spent learning my lines, did I mention we are off-book today???) I have taken up crochet. I first learned when I was about four but I never actually made anything. So, I took a trip to the bookstore and picked up a copy of The Happy Hooker and I have relearned the art of crochet, and quite frankly, I'm hooked. (Pun fully intented) I am actually almost donoe with my first project, that I started yesterday. It is a cute little square purse made from some vintage cotton my mom pulled out of an ancient stash. All this cotton was left-over from a blanket that needs to be finished, that was started by my grandmother who knows how long ago. It is really cool. The blanket needs to be all sewn together (all the squares are finished allready) and blocked.

SNOW!

Snow is very good. Especially when you take a very large hill and cover it in the stuff. Then you slide down said hill on flimsy plastic disks purchased at Target, or in my case stolen back from an ex boyfriend. (I dont care what he says, I bought them, and they are mine. In my possession they shall stay.) Anyway...I went sledding yesterday with three of my friends and we truly had a blast. It was a nice warm up for the ski trip I will be going on next weekend. (Blue Mountain, WOOO!) I got all decked out in my Roxy snow gear, and I truly looked the part of a snow bunny. I feel like if you are going to do something, you might as well do it right. Also, it is very fun to go to starbucks after sledding in boots and bright pink snow pants. (and make fun of the kids who make fun of said snow boots, I mean, CLEARLY I was participating in a rigorous snow activity which called for the use of snow boots.) Oh and there was this creepy kid in starbucks listening in on our conversation and staring at us repeatedly. I wanted to go over to him and dump my tea all over his laptop...but I just gave him a cold stare instead. When in doubt, cold stare always does the trick. Anyway...I got some really good pictures from the day's excursion. And I really have to go print these out, since my very old computer has decided not to get along with my very new digital camera.

Valentines Day ROCKS

Really it does. I have always loved this fake holiday, and I have always embraced it, especially while single. I miss the good old days in gradeschool where we would all pass old candy and cute-sy valentines to our classmates. But this year was awesome. Really. First of all, we indeed had a snow day. Lovely, wonderful snow clouds that dumped snow over the city! How I love thee! (of course this means that we missed a som rehearsal and have to make it up later *shudders* but I won't think about that just now...) So I had the day off school which was wonderful because I hadn't gotten my homework done on Tuesday and I didn't get home until 9:30. So then Johnny comes come just to see me and he surprises me with a big TEDDY BEAR (which I have been carrying around the house, just like the five year old I wish I was) and GUITAR HERO!!! Clearly the best valentine I have ever gotten. <3 The snow day actually messed up his plan. He arranged it with my mom so he could come to the house while I was in school and set up the bear with the guitar and then surprise me with another gift (this mystery gift has not arrived in the mail yet...oh yes, i am intrigued) in the school parking lot after I got out of school. But alas, the snow ruined his cute plans. Not that I mind, because I got to sleep in and play guitar hero with him for a few hours. After Johnny left Melanie and Chelsea came over for wasabi crackers and guitar hero. We had a blast, as always. We then ventured out into the snow for a trip to the local coffee shop for some warm-n-toasty drinks. We laughed all the way there and all the way back. Even today we are laughing about what we were laughing about yesterday. If that makes sense.

Today felt like Monday, which isn't bad at all becuase really I only have one more day of school before the weekend. Oh, the glorious weekend. And then I don't have another whole week for another three weeks. I am elated. Really. Now I must go play more guitar hero. (No, I would not use the word "addiction" in this situation...yet...)

Oh, before I go, I would just like to say a few words about my honors lit class. I could not ask for a better group of classmates. We are all somewhat intelligent, but use it in the worst way. An example of this is the creed one of my classmates drew up and we all signed, stating that it is against code to start and essay any earlier than the night before it is due. So far, most of us, including me, has kept to the code.

OH! and I am taking a break from the cat bed to make an envrinmentally friendly lunch bag out of this lovely mossy green wool that someone brought back from Ireland for me. I am sick of using paper lunch bags and throwing them out day after day. I figure I can knit myself one that I can just fold up and throw in purse after lunch, and save a few trees in the process. I am using worsted weight wool, size nine needles, and a sturdy seed stitch. I am thinking about a drawstring at the top and some kind of hard flat rectangle-y thing to reinforce the bottom. But I am just making it up as I go, so we'll see what come of it.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr

It is really cold outside. So cold, that I wish I didn't have to leave my house. Ever again. Ever. A few of my teachers are hoping for a snow day tomorrow. I wouldn't mind! I could get an essay donw that is due on Friday. And I could relax...like I did last week. It is starting to snow now...pretty hard actually, but only small flakes. I really don't want to go again again tonight. My old car doesn't like the cold. It's really old...and the cold bothers the poor thing. Maybe I can take my mom's car to go to som tonight. Which reminds me...Halee likes the scarf!!! I think she was a little confused when I gave it to her but her mom came up to me after rehearsal and thanked me...and asked me what my real name is...since it definatly is not Liesl. She also told me that Halee had been asking for a scarf since her sister had one that matched her coat. I didn't even know that! I think I may have hidden knitter powers...I can guess what knitted object people want the most...and then make it for them. Maybe not. Maybe scarves are just really easy and quick to make.

In other knitting news, the Moebius cat bed is coming along nicely. I now know for sure that I don't have enough yarn...so I'll have to just get some of the same yarn in a contrasting color to finish it up, and say I did that on purpose. Maybe I'll even add stripes.

too tired.

I'm too tired to blog today. I have to go to rehearsal at 6...bummer. Although today I am going to give Halee her scarf. I'll post later if she liked it.

Weekend Updates

Scarf for Halee? Finished! Matching scarf for me? Started! Homework? Not started! Food? Too lazy to make it and thus have a headache! Moebius cat bed? Getting there...

I really need to stop my habit of starting a project before I finish the one I'm working on. I currently have three projects going, but at least I finished Halee's scarf. It came out SOOOOOO good!!! I used Lions Brand Super Chunky Wool-ease in white held together with Caron Bliss in cotton candy on size 11 needles. (cast on 15 stitches, work in 1x1 ribbing for desired length, bind off and add fringe with trusty crochet hook.) Now, I am not one for novelty yarns. In fact, I hate when people have obsessions with novelty yarns!!! Don't get me wrong, they have their place, but when someone only knits with novelty...? *shudders* but in a scarf for a seven year old? Caron Bliss was, well, bliss to work with. It is so soft, and the color is so vibrant! And that is why as soon as I finished the fringe on Halee's, I immediatly casted on for a version for myself. I loved how the pink color sticks out from behind the white of the wool-ease. It looks good enough to eat. When I bought the yarn, I wasn't sure how well holding the two yarns together would turn out. I was a little worried. But as soon as I started knitting I knew I had hit gold. I just HOPE HOPE HOPE that Halee likes it. I mean, I do...so I guess if she doesn't like it, I'll keep it!

I took John with me to buy the yarn the other day. He is really funny when I get him around yarn. As I skimmed through the yarn isles trying to ignore the overabundance of NOVELTY *ggrrarrrarrr* he was trailing behind me, squeezing all the yarn, and laughing to himself. I am really thinking about teaching him how to knit. So I can share the joys of knitting with him while avoiding the curse of the boyfriend sweater.

Right now I really should be getting to my homework. As I predicted, I left it all for Sunday. Go me...

Blah

I'm feeling rather blah right now. I feel blah everyday between the hours of two and four, but today I feel especially blah. I am very tired, because it seems that every night I get less and less sleep. I have a ton of pointless homework this weekend that I know I should start...but I am not motivated to. It would be REALLY nice to not have to do anything on Sunday. But there is no way I can do homework now. No. Way.

I can't just sit and rest like I want to today. I have to make and angel food cake for someone, and I need to take a trip to the store for some pink wool-ease. That is one of my most favorite yarns ever. I have made a ton of stuff out of that yarn, and have given most of it away. I have made a ton of ribbed hats and one ribbed six foot long GIANT scarf...which now belongs to my ex boyfriend. I really and truly beleive about the knitting for boyfriends curse and I shall never ever knit something for a boyfriend again. Seriously. Anyway...I need the pink wool for a scarf that I want to make for Halee, the little girl who plays Gretl in som. She is SO adorable. Since I play her older sister, we have bonded. She likes watching me knit during the breaks we have at rehearsal. This girl is SOOOOOOOO cute, I can hardly stand it. I knew as soon as I saw her watching my needles that I had to make her something. And now, I have even more reason to make her something. Now, I don't usually bond with little kids, I just don't have the opportunity to because I am never around them, and if I am, they always want to bond with someone else. But Halee seems to like me best! And last night was the first night that the whole cast had rehearsal together, and a sophomore tried to steal my Halee away from me! I can't let that happen! So, a quick pink scarf it is!!! The scarf IS just a precautionary measure, along with being a gift I really want to make, because last night when the sophomore told Halee that she could sit on her lap because there wasn't enough chairs, Hallee asked me if she could sit on MY lap! Of course I let her, her being the cutest thing in the WORLD. So now I have to get that yarn! Stat!

I love...

...days like this. When I get all my work done in school and I have the afternoon free to knit the moebius disaster of 2007 (it will NOT defeat me!) and practice songs for the sound of music or as i like to call it, som. I figure if i have to go to school, I might as well work a little harder while in school so I can have glorious afternoons like these. Of course, It never lasts that long because I have som rehearsal tonight. For three hours...

Yesterday I was told that this blog helps Johnny not miss me so much when he is at school. Sweet thang. Hahahaha I like to say "thang". So John if blogs could talk, this one would say "glad to help".

I don't know what I would do without my friend Melanie. Today we had two laughing attacks for basically no reason. The first was at lunch, because somehow my lunch bag made its way over to her and she picked it up like it was hers, but since she had allready thrown her trash away, she relized her mistake and sat back down at the table. For some reason, her and I found this absolutely histarical. I almost choked on the orange I was eating. Even now I have no idea why we laughed so hard, it wasn't even that funny. The second attack of laughter was in french class. We usually have alot of fun in french, mainly because we don't pay any attention. Which reminds me that I have a test tomorrow...oh well. Anyway, she got up during class to get a kleenex and I asked her to toss me one while she was up. It was a really nice toss too, landed right in my hand. Anyway, that wasn't the funny part. She went to throw her tissue away and I was playing with mine, instead of using it, and she came up behind me and ripped the tissue that I was so carefully folding. And we just busted up. I have NO idea why that was so funny. And then later in the class I would see the little flecks of tissue on my desk and I would bust up again...causing my teacher to ask if there was something wrong with me. I blamed it on Mel, of course. :-D

school drains me

The last two days that I had off were fantabulous. I felt energized and motivated to do things, but after just one day back at school, all i want to do is knit and sleep. Or maybe just sleep. Sleeping is nice. But no. I have to make up a dozen questions in french in four different ways, and read about ten billion lines of the Canterbury Tales. Oh, that Chaucer. Such a jokester. I find it really funny that he never intended anyone to actually read the Tales, he just wrote them for his own amusement. Ok, there was something wrong with him. When I write something for my own amusment, I don't make it rhyme. No one does. Well I guess they do if they are writing poetry...ok. I just contradicted myself. Because the Canterbury Tales is an epic poem. But seriously know, who writes epic poems for their own amusement? Wasn't there anything better to do in the middle ages? Like sword fighting?

Lazy Tuesday

I feel like I am on vacation. This is wonderful. The SECOND day that I haven't had to go to the hell which they call high school. I have had plenty of rest time to help get over this cold (the fourth one since august...) and I have been very productive. I have rearranged the furniture AND completly cleaned my room. It is amazing, it really is. I actually like spending time up there now. even though I hate the carpet and it makes me sneeze. But yeah...I have watched 8 movies, yes EIGHT WHOLE MOVIES!!! Haven't done that in a while. I organized my yarn stash, into a very big pretty basket. I even have a separate smaller basket for sock yarn. I cleaned my bookshelf, and have come to the conclusion that I desperatly need a new one. A much bigger one. You know you have too many books when it takes an engineer to figure out how to fit all the books you own onto your bookshelf. And really, the bookshelf isn't a small one either. It is taller than me, and about three feet wide and has four shelves. I really don't know how I found the time to read all those books either. Because I have read all of them, with a few exceptions. Many of them I have read more than once. More than twice even. Maybe even 10 times...but I won't get into that.

In other news, the moebius is...I guess I could say coming along. I guess. I have been working on it almost constantly but I can't see much progress. And I really like to see progress. In fact, I NEED it. It keeps me distracted from trying to start a dozen other projects. The reason I am not seeing much progress is because it is knit in the round, and each round has 400 stitches. I know, I know, it could be alot worse. ALOT worse. I mean, this is simple compared to say, a bohus sweater...but you must understand, I have a very very limited attention span. Before even being a third of the way into this project, I allready have plans for about five others (socks and purses and scarves, oh my!) must...finish...moebius...

Lazy Monday

This is the first lazy Monday I have had since Christmas vacation. I got up at 6:30 this morning only to get a call from my school letting me know that school was canceled. Not because of snow, since we only have a few inches, but because of a problem with the building. I have a new found love for that stupid old building now. Seriously. I used to hate it. It was built back in the 70's, badly, and is not functional at all. And since it is a private school, it gets no government money for anything. Which has led to this glorious problem which has given me the day off. I hope it is a very large problem that will take days to fix.

Because of this day off, I have been able to do some things I haven't had time for. Like sleep in. THAT was nice. To be able to go BACK to bed after getting up in the morning is a dream I have every weekday. I have been able to have time to get over my cold. The FOURTH ONE since August. (I am going to rant about that everyday until I get better!!!) I even got to rearrange my bedroom furniture, getting my bed out from under the stupid window that lets all the cold air in which probably caused part of my cold. I love moving my furniture around. Makes life more interesting. I'm still not finished with that and would like to try putting my chair someplace else. I can also get ahead on psych homework, instead of fall behind, which needless to say is more common. I finished my lace-up fingerless gloves, which turned out fantastic and I have been able to really tackle my first moebius knitting project. It is a cat bed, designed by Cat Bordhi. I just love her designs and I am trying my best to do this project justice. I'm a little worried that I don't have enough yarn (EEK!). And I am also worried about whether or not I am doing this moebius thing right. I know I should have started with something smaller, but I am so impatient. This will also be my first felting attempt. Although, I think before I felt this I might make a felted wallet to test the felting waters. After that I can finish my pumpkin purse and then on to more socks! WOOO!

Uck

Sick. Again. This is my fourth cold since August. I don't know what's wrong with me. I usually never get sick this much. But here I am, all congested. I really need to get rid of this cold by Thursday, or else the director of sound of music will have my head. I play Liesl and if i can't sing at rehearsal all hell will break loose. I think i will go pop in Pirates of the Carribean and knit. Maybe eat some chocolate. If I have any.

Here it is

Here I am...my first post. how exciting! Lets see how long this one will last. I decided to create this blog while I was painting my nails to get ready for the dance tonight. Just goes to show how great my attention spane is. So now I have a blog baby and one hand painted chrome blue and the other not painted at all. I don't even want to go to this dance anyway. I'm wearing my Vans with pink hippos on them instead of high heels and my hair is too long to do the cute finger wave I want to do. Grrrr. Regular curls it is. I'd rather stay home and write in this blog that no one will read and finish my mohair lace-up fingerless gloves that I have been neglecting. Or the pumpkin purse I started a while ago. I really should work on that before the pattern I made up flies out of my head to make room for meaningless psychology information.