♪: the belle stars - iko iko

URRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Here's my ear flap hat from its good side:

It was completely finished. Ends sewn in and everything. And then I found this loop I accidentally pulled at. Thinking it was a string that the end was stuck, I cut it in half and weaved it in those ends.... Come to find out....


It was a fucking stitch. I cut in half a line of a stitch.
No way to fix it.
I literally have to buy more yarn and START FROM SCRATCH.
MNFJGDKMGNL'DFKNG;FKLDGN.

I was so angry.. Once that passed I want to cry, haha.

Good news:



So adorable.

ps - called in to work and turned down the offer to work tomorrow.
Fuck work.
I'm not doing them anymore favours.
They took all the bearable aspects of that demeaning job and shat in its face.
URGH.
I should be thankful.
Alas.
I'm a spoiled brat.

pss - I meant to post my nightmare, but I forgot until I was knitting on a new hat... Ha ha.
Well, I wasn't scared... Throughout the dream I was like, "Eh."
Didn't care.
Kind of like watching an old woman getting pulverized by three large men and not caring.

I had gone to a store to buy items, not just look around. I had change and a few dollars. I had to pay in mostly change, about twenty bucks worth and the cashier was pissed. She kept screaming at me how unfair this was, how I needed to leave. She snatched the dollar bills from my hand and told me she was not giving it back.
Frustrated, I screamed at her, telling her I needed that money and I would get her fired without it.
She didn't seemed phased, so I left.
The next thing that happened was weird.
I kind of blacked out in my own dream. There's this blank space and I kind of wake up in my dream to me smashing down on that cashier with a paddle and a pass to get in the store at night - kind of like a facility with bio hazards. The woman and her fellow cashier were hunched over asleep and I remember thinking, 'Why don't they just go home and go to bed.'
Yet, as I was beating the shit out of this woman, blood splattering everywhere, it crimson because it was dark, I couldn't stop. I felt the need to attempt, to demand my body to stop. Sadly, I continued to beat down on her until her organs were mush. I screamed and cried, killing her friend and some security guard who woke up and/or ran in on the scene.
Not caring about fingerprints, I walked calmly out, taking my forearm to my eyes and thinking, 'what have I done? Why did I black out?'
I tried to search for my car. I could not remember where I parked.
I cried, ripping off the pass and throwing it on the ground, thinking, more evidence.
I ran back, to the store, sorry for what I did.
When I walked in, it finally sunk in at what I had done.
Those bodies.
Lifeless, soulless.
Blood everywhere.
I started screaming for a manager.
my hands on my face, trembling wondering still how I couldn't stop myself.
The manager arrived with police, trying to lighten the mood about how he didn't have cancer, haha.
And all the while the police were taking pictures, asking me questions, I kept repeating, "I couldn't find my car, I can't remember where I parked."
But, yeah, I woke up shortly after that.
Everything was so real.
Throughout the dream, too, I was wearing a dress with a cardigan.
Nice.

OHHHHHHH BOYYYYYYYYYYY.
It's been quite bland.
I've done nothing but knit, open presents, buy a new iphone and sit here and say, "I only have ten minutes until work. I need to be drugged before I go in."
My Christmas presents, however, consisted of....
- A new knitting tote
- Noro yarn (if you don't know what that is, look it up)
- DPNs
- Knitting patterns and magazines
- And great scents from the local bath and body works

AND.
I have finished two pairs of socks.
My sister's scarf is still in the works.


Yeah!
Step yarn from Germany.
Honestly, I hope it feels awesome on her feet because that yarn is expensive.


I'm wearing them right now.
The picture was taken with the new iPhone 3Gs... Can't you tell a difference?

Last night, Amanda and I had an in depth conversation about if I, or she, were the last the person on Earth.
THEN.
If there was one person from every state left and would we be in war just like the civil war except for the whole slave thing.
But, no, because it would only be 24 against 25 because California has such an ego, they would claim it as a country.
But what about a person left from every country, province, state?
The downfalls, the upsides.
It was a nice conversation I wish I had recorded, haha.

ps - my new iphone is white.
Makes me happy.

♪: van morrison - brown eyed girl

Welp, it's been very uneventful.
Work sucks, still... I don't think that will ever change.
I slept eleven hours last night, had very boring dreams about coupons and I hated that I didn't get to save five bucks with my coupon.
I hope those dreams turn into nightmares. I love my nightmares.

Anyway.
Hung out with Emily last night, well, last afternoon.
Went over to John's, again, and his girlfriend was there - she's from California.
She doesn't like me... It's so obvious, but she's cool about it.
She supposedly knits and she had stuff to say about mine, haha. Not that I cared - I was too far gone to care. I haven't been that high in ages.
Seriously.
I smoked way too much.
BUT.
The girls, Emily and John's girlfriend went to the minit mart to buy cigarettes (I think I'm the only one who doesn't smoke) and I was left with their men.
Hahahahahahaha.
They were talking about 2012 and John thought our technology IS FROM ALIENS.
wtf, right?
Then he continued, "And when they show up at our front door, they'll all be like, 'Take me to your leader.'" He used some stereotypical voice imitation.
Jonny laughed and told him, "No, man, they wouldn't sound like that."
I laughed.
John said, "You're right, they would be more suave." And he imitated a James Bond voice, 'That's right, lovely, take me to your leader.'
Still makes me laugh.
There are other things you had to be there for, ugh.
It was more fun than I thought it would be.
As I was driving to Book Gallery, I was freaking out. I just had a buzzkill moment with my mother - which now doesn't seem all that bad, but still. I was driving and I was doing 49 in a 55. It seemed I was driving at lightening speed. There was this car behind me and I was freaking out it was a cop following me (I've had that happen, ugh)... So, I signal for the other lane.
The car passed me and sure enough, it was a cop.
SO, freaking out about not being able to drive straight, or sober-like, was useless.
I passed the ultimate test, haha.
I was fine from there on.
BUT, as the alien conversation was happening, I was texting MOZE.
Below is an indication of how high I was:
MOZE - What day did you send your package off?
Me - Haa what package?
MOZE - What ever you sent me. When did you send me whatever it is you sent?
Me - I don't remembering sending the package of any kind.
MOZE - Okay. I got confused last week then. Either that or i superimposed a different conversation onto you... Which means i have to find out who sent me something....
Me - Haha. I think that's what happened.
MOZE - Fuuuuck. Ima have fun now.

♪: snl - threw it on the ground

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My friend drew me that for Christmas. It's her character Kurushimu. The one she created, but I gave personality to in Phase 7. Haha. It's a Christmas present.