Jane Austen

If only she knew they had a festival in her name.

So, today was the big day and I really enjoyed myself. The tea party was fucking fantastic. I mean, it was amazing, awesome, spectacular, awe-inspiring, or simply wonderful.

Ack, it was so adorable! The tea menu nearly broke the charcoal that is my heart. We got a corner table to overlook the tea -- that was awesome. We went to a historic house and had information thrown at us. Then we went to see horses (which I hadn't been close to a horse since I was a toddler). Then we got to see the hottest guy working for them do the "Dressing Mr. Darcy" and star in "A Gentleman's Duel" (sadly, it's with guns, not swords).

I bought nothing which is strange for me, but there was nothing I really wanted. If I sewed, it would have been the shit there. The. Shit.

And we severely parched ourselves in the summer heat so we went to concessions WHICH cheat you. They had apples for 2/1. I grabbed one. The woman told me she couldn't give change. I said I had 50 cents. She then stupefied herself and Fallon ended up giving her a dollar. So, I had two fucking apples. Why in the hell? It made me angry that they forced shit on you. AND, I asked whether or not the apples were washed and every worker turned and gave me a look. THAT IS A FUCKING VALID QUESTION. Snotty kids and their snotty parents man-handled the fruit. So, I wasted some of my water on my TWO DAMN APPLES. I got full and not pleasantly so.

So, the three of us had a bonding moment:
Louisville is swamped with their mundane decision of paving every fucking ramp in the city leading southbound. Took the three of us TWO HOURS. TWO. HOURS. TWO. TWO. HOURS. to find a way out. We were all getting so stressed because Becky's GPS was being a little bitch. So, I had to use mine to find Watterson Express. By the way, going there from where we were led us through Louisville's Red Light District. So happy it was a Sunday and the sun was up.
Wasn't funny then, but it's getting to be funnier with time.

They also said I was very polite.
Best compliment ever - wasn't being sarcastic when I said it then too.

But, sisters, thank you for allowing me to come.

Saturday night was game night.
It was an okay game.
One more to go and then I can geek on the ending. That's right, spoilers for everyone who doesn't give a shit.
Scotty and I went to buy a large stick of cookie dough for the guys. We betted three penis jokes. Jake and Todd only rolled in two. Disappointed.
Uhhhh, funny shit went down but hell if I can recall it now. Oh, the microwave!
Me - Does the microwave give a loud ding?
Scotty - Wouldn't it be cool if the microwave dinged and then said, *he lowered his voice to a growl*, "I'm done."
All of us - *turn to Scotty with a 'wtf' face on*
Todd - *laughs* Or has some special feature that when it's 3AM, it says *growling out* "It's three AM."

I arrived home around 1:16AM saturday night. Had to wake up at 6AM for this trip. Didn't really get to sleep until close to three. So, I did all this on close to three hours of sleep (my mother woke me up at 5:50AM, worried I'd be late) and still kept my shit together. HA, FATE, FUCK YOU. Sadly, though, I am feeling the nausea of being tired.

Alan texted me today:
Alan - You ever seen the clown at Walmart that hides from gay people?
Me - No?
Alan - Exactly :p
Bam.

And, I wiggle my nose and *poof.*

The Spider Pendulum

 That's right, I finished Scotty's Megaman hat. I don't much like it. I don't like the base hate, the aviator hat from the pattern. That's just me. I feel like I should've knitted the damn thing on needles two sizes smaller than it called for. If anyone finds this before the pattern, heed my advice. But it does looked like the helmet and it cracks me up. I mean, look at it. I never even thought of Megaman again, not until he mentioned him. Anyway, it's finished and so am I. Bah.
(In the second picture I was honestly thinking, "I wonder what I'll listen to while making the blog entry?" It's RADWIMPS, btw.)

The storm that reeked havoc on my sleep happened last night. It literally looked like the horizon was on fire and I snapped a couple of pictures. I'm glad it stormed, but my dog is like a child and has to sleep in the same room. So, I did. Then my cat gets so excited he can sleep with me. He likes to meow and headbutt me like, "OMGS WE GETS TO SLEEPS TOGETHUR!" Then he gets in some awkward position that pushes me to the edge of my bed.

At work, I was walking down some small hallway and then all of the sudden this spider dropped from the ceiling right in front of my chest. I cried out, "OOH!" And then I tried to back away, but the bastard began (I do not jest) to SWING toward me. He was gaining momentum and I kept crying out while backing up, nearly tripping over my feet.

Yes, the thought of smashing this wee little spider occurred to me, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Then, it finally stopped and I carefully walked around it and Dean looked up at me with a curious look.

"Was that you crying out?" (His literal question.)

I started to laugh, realizing how fucking ridiculous I was. "Yes, yes it was."

"Well, did you kill it?"

I shook my head, laughing. "No, it just began swinging at me!"

He gave a chuckle or two and then walked down the hallway to kill it for me as I was saying, "It was literally trying to swing toward me!"

Makes me laugh just thinking about it.

Welp, that's all I have.
Fuck you guys lata.

Kyle's Hat from South Park

So, this is the Kyle hat, ushanka, that I knitted my sister from South Park. Took me several days to finish this, believe it or not. I am proud, but I also feel bad because it wasn't exactly like Kyle's off South Park to begin with. Hey, what can you do without a pattern? I actually went to my local yarn shop and asked what they would do and we looked through hat patterns and found one that had the body shape. I changed it around a bit and then folded over the band, waiting to rip it out, but my sister loved it there, so that's why the band stays.

The earflaps were fucking hell to knit. I actually ripped them out like four times to measure and fix. Sadly, they look off. I don't know why. They measure the same and are the same width. Maybe it's our faces, or the big dark green piece in the middle. Funny how it all equals together, right? I know it's the perfect green, and the darker green is almost perfect, I know. I enjoyed knitting most of it, aside from the detailing... Which is everything I just described. I hope it does please the actual fandom, and my sister. She loves it. keeps thanking me for it (it's her Christmas present).

The guys and I played Left 4 Dead 2 last night. What I mean by guys is Scotty, Alan, me, and some friend of Scotty's that he referred to as "Boo." Scotty has so many buddies on the xbox and they keep joining his parties. When I'm getting fucking murdered by a zombie I'll hear strange voices and Scotty just rambling on to them. It was funny. Made a girl friend. Well, she plays L4D2 also.

They kept backtracking to help save me, which their patience was astounding. Man. We were nearing to a safe point and all of us were tackled by a "special infected." Everyone aside from Scotty. He was hobbling. He tried to save me, but he realized where he was and I said, "Leave me!"

He ran to the safe house, just closing the door on the tank infected. It was special to watch.

Another part was when "Boo," Alan, and Scotty were all at the safe house (I was long dead). Alan and Scotty were at the doorway, trying to usher their severely injured friend along. There was a special or something coming and as their friend was hobbling, he asked, "Should I just be dead for this?"

Without answering, Scotty slid into the doorway and shot him down.

EDIT:

Just remembered this last night.

"Boo' revived me and all I could see was black, no matter which direction I faced. I was freaking out, thinking I couldn't stand up, a glitch or something. I was saying, "Guys, I can't see anything."

Then I move my stick up and realized I was just looking down.

Hahaha.

Perhaps it's boring without all of you being there. ONLINE DIARY ARGUMENT HERE.

Sunday went to teach them knitting. Becky wants to get ahead of herself, but, ha, won't let her. I actually have her first square and am very excited to share:

Isn't it awesome? She learned CO, K, P, KxP, K2xP2 with this. 

I bought a pass to the Jane Austen Festival this Sunday. Going with all of them. Excited. I told Marina and asked her, "How much whiter can we get, right?"

She just said you couldn't.

YAWWWWN

So, we were all having dinner and Amanda turned to me and asked, "So, Heather, have you seen those pictures of the underwater fish?"
I give my smile, "You mean fish live underwater?"
She then goes on a rant about how some fish are mammals. I stopped listening.

Just finished playing the campaign mode in Left 4 Dead 2. That game is clever. Can't say much because I'm not an avid video game player, really, would rather do other things with my time, but I liked it.
My sister and I played split screen. A lot of fun.
Especially when I took the tongue monster out with one shot, over a fucking distance. It grabbed my sister's waist. I aimed in its general direction and shot.
I rule.
I'm happy about something that all of you have probably already done.
-HIGH FUCKING FIVE-

I did finish my book over the summer. Well, sort of. I wrote 67,299 words which equaled out to 174 pages. Now, the beginning 3 to 4 chapters sucked. No mercy there with the two girls who read it (my sister and Fallon), but they did. I'm rewriting them and hoping to add at least 20,000 more words. A whole lot of action has to happen. I don't want to give out too much information about the book, but it basically details how awesome I am.
Word count of some long stories of mine:
A Macabre Story - 85,251 (I loved this story simply because I made so many different characters and they all collaborated with each other.)
DEG VS LTFAW - 87,132 (My masterpiece in fanfiction. Too bad no one will ever read it.)
Phase 7 - 45,303 (I miss Kurushimu. I loved that character.)
Seven Relics - 67,299 (The story I was just talking about it IN CASE you couldn't make simple connections.)

I'm going to go read.
I'm reading another Dohner book. God have mercy on my soul.