I've gotten a bunch done, my day is planned out (sort of. I have a "To Do" list), and I'm showered... all by noon!

I'm not dressed, though. But I'm squeaky-clean!

One more thought before I go to bed

Where forgiveness is impossible, it is still hard to live with.

People piss me off

They do.

They really do. Especially the types that are not like me. The people who are scatterbrained and can get away with it.

And then there are the types that don't listen. That don't pay attention. That just don't get it, and when they do, they're like, "Ooohh, I see what you mean! You mean X!" Yes, and I said X THREE DAYS AGO!

Then there are the Captain Obviouses - they piss me off. "Got a new desk, eh?" "Did you get curtains?" "Did you get your hair cut?" Questions that are begging for smart-ass answers.

Then there are the living echoes. The dicks who repeat what I just fucking said.
"Sorry, I have to stay in and get some work done."
"Oh, you gotta do some work, huh?"

"My sister joined the Navy and is shipping out on December 5th."
"Oh, your sister joined the Navy, huh?"

"I'm helping a friend move today."
"Oh, so you're helping someone move today, huh?"

I feel the need to mention that the Captain Obviouses and the living echoes also smoke more than their fair share of pot. And that causes my patience with the drug to wear thin.

I want to grab these pot heads by their shoulders and scream, "YOU ARE REALLY PUSHING THE DEFINITION OF RECREATIONAL!"

Another type that pisses me off - they're related to the first group I mentioned - are the people who obviously cannot read/count. I know the supermarket is busy. I know the lines are long. And I believe this particular establishment has a particular policy regarding asshats who walk into the "Express" lines with 2 cartloads of fucking food. This policy - don't say anything to the dumbfucks who can't read the sign that says, "Express Lane, 15 Item Limit." Just take care of them and send them on their way.

But I guess that's what I get for doing my grocery shopping after the Bears game. Had I gone during, the store would have probably been a lot more agreeable (read: less people).

The world is against me

Buying things is sooooo much easier than saving money.

Stuffing your face uncontrollably is much easier than eating healthy.

Attatching one's ass to the couch is much easier than getting up and doing something.



I will say this - I am glad I am a once-in-a-blue-moon pot consumer (I hate smoking it). Lack of ambition sucks by itself, but add weed to that, and you may as well just pay to have your brains siphoned away.

Today's going to be good, though. Real good.

To that dude...

I am writing you off as a figment of my imagination.

It makes me sad, but the whole thing was in my head, right?

Tomorrow will be so freaking productive that you will throw up!

Haircut at the salon (better get directions now and print them up and put them by the front door!)
Hit up DMV - renew/update license
Buy a city sticker (see, we're gearing up to buy our own car insurance, and while I love the suburban rates, there is a such thing as fraud, and I'd rather not go there)
I should eat at one point.

And I'll be going to my mom's to hang out with the fam and do some suburban shit.

Since I have made my list for tomorrow, I should probably crawl into bed.

Gotta be up early for stuff!

Jack had to go...

The pumpkin has started to funk. So I stuck some candles in him and put him outside. It was for the best, really.

I am also starting to drift towards a real interest in quilting. I mean, my mom's been into it for a few years, and I really admire what she does. I've stayed away from it because, well, it's her thing. I just worry I'll come in and annoy the living hell out of her or something.

Boy, typing all of that out makes it really irrational, huh?

Especially since she got my youngest sister into quilting. It's completely different from what my mom does, though. Mom is more traditional, whereas my sister does what I call "freestyle quilting." It's really neat. My sister just kind of makes up a pattern, goes over it with Mom (who can forsee issues and whatnot), and then makes a quilt.

Though my sister has had a discussion with her art teacher about quilts - is it two-dimensional or three-dimensional?

They agreed to disagree.

I enjoy late evening. I feel like if I get anything accomplished at that time is a major accomplishment, 'cause you're not normally supposed to accomplish things late into the night.

DONE!

The Doctor Who scarf is done. I didn't officially measure it, but it's got to be about 12 feet long. I may make another, but something way more reasonable. Say, something that isn't 14 inches wide and 12 feet long. Hell, I have leftover yarn, why not?

Halloween rocks

I eviscerated a pumpkin today.

Did quite well if I do say so myself. It looks kind of like an angry Jack from "The Nightmare Before Christmas."

I know it's early, so I'll probably pick up another one (or two!) and carve them in about a week or so.

Also, 3 candles makes for a nice effect.



I was going to roast the seeds, but with a different recipie. And wouldn't you know, it called for nutmeg, and I don't have nutmeg! Well, not ground nutmeg. I have the whole stuff, but I don't know what parts you're supposed to grind.

How do I not have nutmeg? I have witchhazel, sulfur, sea salt, fennel... but no nutmeg?

Whatev. I'll fix that tomorrow.

Also, there are folks out there that disappoint the hell out of me. People who are excruciatingly random and brief in contact. I don't know what his deal is. I shouldn't care. I'm guessing it's the whole growing up together thing. But hey, I'm pretty random and sometimes antisocial to the extreme, so I'm just going to take it easy.

I know it's not "that time of the month"

Today I was overcome with this extreme hatred.

I tried to move past things and forgive... but it's been slowly tilting in the other direction.

I mean, I was used, but after mulling over conversation... he said he didn't want to date anyone, and he apologized for giving me that impression, yet a few weeks later he started seeing someone.

You want to know how I take that? I take that as, "I wouldn't date you because you're too ugly/dumb/fat/awkward/uneducated/weird. I will, however, fuck you when it pleases me to do so. I know you had a thing for me and would come when I call, but I wouldn't give you the time of day."

I do not like being what the fat girl and the moped have in common.

May he rot in hell.

I've said this before, and I'll say it again, people who came off as really awesome have proved me wrong yet again.

*shrug*

On another note, living in the city has caused me to really miss the stars. I never see them anymore.

Well, it’s a good thing we have a little over 2 months left!

I think I have figured out the “theme” for this year.

Some (not all) people who I had immediately pegged as really effin’ cool have revealed themselves to be varying degrees of mundane to awful.

And then, people who I had seen as alright have revealed themselves to be really effin’ cool.

See, the really effin' cool people don't need to reveal themselves straight off the bat.

On another note, I believe I am a compulsive knitter. Really. I've knitted over 6 feet of scarf in one week. I would have been farther if my local craft store had the green yarn I needed - that put me back about a day and a half. So... I've done 6 feet of scarf in, like, 5 days. I can't stop. Meanwhile, the house is going to hell. That can be easily fixed, though.

It's also really cold outside, yet my heat is not on. I will have to call the landlord tomorrow and inquire about that. It's 33 degrees outside. Well, the wind chill says it feels like 33. It's actually 41. But still! COLD IN MAH HOUSE. But not that cold. 65 at my old apartment was considered tropical, so I better stop complaining. :)

Finally un-hibernating

Got the laundry started. Listening to WLUW, ‘cause my friends’ band is on tonight. I’m not impressed with the DJ. I know, I don’t have any formal training as far as DJs and all, but after listening to my sister (who has a bachelors in broadcasting) criticize DJs, I’ve picked up a thing or two here and there.

Been exhibiting extreme anti-social behaviors these last few days. I don’t think I’ve really interacted with another human being since Friday. I dogsat this weekend, and made a trip to Ikea, and that was it, pretty much.

I think it was the Ikea trip that put me over the edge. It’s not that I don’t like large groups of people, it’s just that I can’t stand the rudeness. You know, people stopping in the middle of aisles to answer cell phones, totally oblivious to those trying to get around their fat asses and their fucking carts. My favorites are the ones that I say “Excuse me,” to, and they just give me a blank look. Then there are the dumb shits that don’t watch where they are going and just hit you with their cart and they don’t even apologize.

It’s passive-aggressive, and I feel that I cannot avoid it unless I go on off-peak hours.

But that’s over now. Bought some shelves and candles and a giant jar. And a spaghetti grabber.

I really have to start thinking about Christmas shopping. This Christmas shall be the unique Christmas, where people will get gifts that they would have a hard time finding. I hope they’ll like it. Just because I like the offbeat and handmade doesn’t mean everyone else will appreciate it.

*shrug*

The lightning bolt of realization

They never tell you what to say and what not to say. You pretty much have to figure it out. Or get girlfriends to share information with you.

But if you're me, that doesn't happen.

See, we seem to not ever say what we mean. Not constantly, but at times, we're left guessing. In fact, there are codes that are pretty clear. "Want to come over and watch a movie?" means "Wanna fuck?" I'm fine with this one, 'cause if a dude called me up and was like, "Wanna fuck?" I'd probably not go over there. Especially if I just maybe want to make out, and not fuck.

Ah, but then what happens when you just want to do what you said?

Here's where that can be a problem. Once upon a time, I invited a guy over for dinner. I just wanted to have dinner, relax, have a pleasant evening. No sex, no relationship talk, just hang out. Well, I got stood up. Of course. If you knew the guy, you wouldn't be surprised. But I digress.

What got me thinking was this article on the web - "10 Dating Lines Decoded." Of course, the dinner line was on there, and it translates to, basically, "Wanna fuck?"

Not what I was after. Now that I think about it, he's still a huge shitbag, no matter which way you slice it.

Time for yet another walk

The weather today is a bit chilly, it's overcast and grey, and kind of dank.

Perfect day for a walk.

Not just any walk, an impromptu walk. One of those, "Sure, I'll walk with you to the corner to get cigarettes," but it turned into, "Say, since we have smokes, wanna keep walking? There are some cool houses over yonder."

We were gone for about an hour. The purpose of the walk was to look at all of the beautiful buildings.

I had a good time. And I wasn't winded at all.

Confessions of a sort.

If you had met me about a year and a half ago, you would have heard me curse the very existence of 3-ring binders and clear plastic sheet protectors. From what I am told, the mere mention of the word, "binder" would trigger a slight facial twitch. I didn't know about it, but I've been informed.

But now... I have come to the realization that those things are damned useful. Really. Print out a recipie from the 'net, slip it into a sheet protector, and you don't have to worry about mucking up the paper. Or having to print out another one (we're trying to NOT be wasteful). They're great for knit/crochet projects, too. Have 'em all in one place. And if you have sample cards from yarn vendors, stick those in a protector. I also went out and bought some for business cards so I had a place for all the business cards I pick up at craft shows. They live in the what I call "project" binder.

I dig the business cards - I only take them from vendors I'm interested in, and I really dig the designs. They're art in and of themselves.

I'm a huge fan of organizing in general. This past weekend my house got an overhaul. I went through everything. Not everything has a place just yet, but we're working on that. I strongly believe that my current attempt at smoking cessation had something to do with it. I'm pretty fucking fidgety, and smoking was part of that. But now I can find ANYTHING in under 3 minutes. Except the remote. I can never find that bitch.

Late...

I do believe I am going to run myself into the ground tonight.

I'm having trouble hunkering down and doing it. I feel as though I have some form of ADD that just prevents the concentration I need.

But I wasn't always this way. About 2 years ago, I was perfect. Could concentrate, do mind-numbing tasks for hours, my heart was in one piece...

FORWARD!