♪: ac/dc - hell's bells

THE DEVIL SCARF IS FINISHED. And, for cataloguing, this scarf's name, and forever, will be DEVIL SCARF. I believe it's six-feet in length, but it hasn't been proven... Only by sizing it up to me do I believe it. It's long enough to wrap once around my neck and be tied off right at the start of my cleavage. I love this scarf. Once I finished it, I had this swelling of happiness in my chest, of pride and conquer. I am DEATHLY proud of it.
Too bad it's not for me. Once I save up the money I owe Cricket, still buy her my Christmas present I wanted to buy her last year but didn't have the money to, I'll be caught up.
So, I have to give her this scarf, 100 bucks and that present.
(Did you think I forgot about you, Cricket?)
Isn't life swell?
HOWEVER, I think, once I'm rested from this aggravation that Devil Scarf has made for me, I'm making me one. Cannot wait. But I DO NOT have the energy to knit another right now.



I went to see Zombieland on Saturday with Amanda. It was killer. Muahaa!
It wasn't AS FUNNY as I thought it to be, but it was mildly entertaining and DEFINITELY meant for stoners. It mentioned weed like three times and showed them smoking it out of those three, so, yeah. It's catering to the stoners.
VIVA STONARCHY.
Right?


Snapping random pictures.
Yes, I was sober.

ps - Anyone watching Bored to Death yet?

♪: plastic tree - うつせみ

BITCHES, IT'S FINISHED.
An it. Just one.


I was so happy at Crafty Hands. It felt like a weight had been lifted. The sock was supposed to reach the start of the calf, but I don't like those kinds of socks so I stayed clear. I'm proud of my ankle. We had to tweak the pattern, but I loved it. I was in Crafty Hands for five hours, finishing it, drinking Peach Mango Tea and my black coffee. Ah. Then I had to realllllly pee.

Kicked it with Emily, took her out to lunch. Then went to Shannon's. Oh, that was fun. I didn't do much talking, but it was fun. Shannon is easily excitable, so I don't do much over there. Got to watch That 70s Show which is amazing high.
Still doesn't beat The Office though.
Had a pleasant, safe, on track drive home.
Has anyone watched Bored to Death? It's worth it. It's so funny. I reallllly adore it. I am actually getting the creator's (Jonathan Ames) book Wake Up, Sir!. It would seem mildly entertaining, like Christopher Moore's books.

♪: owl city - fireflies

This song makes me happy.
Like, puts a smile on my face.

Lately, nothing has happened. Quite literally. Work really sucks. The work itself isn't bad, just the snobby coworker who believes I'm stupid because I live in the south and am 5 years younger than her. Flowers float out from her ass. She's from Portland, Oregon and that alone makes her married to God.
BLEH.

At Crafty Hands, not only do they know my name and greet me like an old friend, but they're just so, AH. It's like my home away from home? Barnes and Noble is just awkward. I was ordering a BLUEBERRY (omg, delicious) scone and a mocha frapp and this girl could hardly hear me and, instead of asking me to repeat myself, turns to her coworker like she holds the secret to life. Wtf? I'm right there, I'm not some doll you pressed to talk and am distorted.
Why are people so aggravating?
Of course I'm being contradicting.
I do enjoy meeting new people, but I hate being around people all the time. Like, Sean invited me to a party Friday, but I was in such a crabby mood and wet from work, I didn't go. It was a game board party too. I love playing games with new people. Last time I did that was two years ago, on a Halloween.
Fuck!
Halloween is coming up.
I miss handing out candy to the children (and the occasional overweight redneck who has a boyfriend who is obviously drugged/drunk. Sad thing is, they think they're the only ones who do it and it's just the funniest thing in the universe).
Maybe I should stop - I'm being spiteful.

Fuck, I want a drink.
Why does my family never carry any hard liquor?
Wait.
Why does my family never smoke an occasional joint?

ps -
My second sock :)

pss - this made me laugh out loud, in the middle of some guys' conversation.

♪: dir en grey - ain't afraid to die

This song is just a coincidence for the story below.

I ALMOST DIED, AGAIN.
This time, I had company - Amanda.

I'm the red, the SEMI is the black. We were in the right turning lane because we had to turn on 68/80. As we were fixing to turn right, that big black block started to realize he needed that lane and began to swerve in there, right where I was. I noticed he swerved, but since it was raining and windy, I figured he'd straighten himself back up. He didn't.
I yelled, "OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG!" As I was looking for a safe spot to swerve into the green before he would wrangle my little red car to a pretzel. My heart lurched, I literally had nowhere because a lamp post and all that, but I was on my way to the grass before he finally saw me and my mouth opening and closing to yell OMG.
Amanda was laughing so hard, she was doubled over, pointing at me. "Your face!"
We were finally on 68/80 when she stopped laughing long enough to answer my question, "Yes I'm fine, hahahaha. That was great, your face. Your reaction. I had faith you'd get over, but your face."
Then she proceeded to mock me.
Hahahahaha.
I was so scared. Mostly because Amanda was in the car with me, but my heart beat so hard after that. AHHHHHHH. He was an arm's length from killing us.
It would have been ironic because the only reason he was there and we were taking the long way because there was a wreck on the interstate.
Hm.