Steamed Milk

So I set to work last night, turning my new yarn into lovely balls of yarn. I finished two (which takes about two hours) before deciding that was good enough to finish off my scarf.

Then I realized I bought all the wrong yarn. A good $20 wasted on the itchiest yarn in existence.

Another trip to the craft store and seven hours later, I've finally finished making all those stupid balls of yarn. Just as I was finishing up the last one, my mother says loudly "WTF we got a video game in the mail. I never ordered a video game. I'm gonna go contact them and send it back." It was at this moment that I stood up all dramatic-like (more of turned my head towards her) and shouted in my best crime-stopping voice "Wait! that's my video game!" (Actually, I went "Whu?" and she asked me if it was mine.)

Also, my shampoo arrived in the mail as well.

So my dreams of playing video games with lovely clean and healthy hair have come true! Tomorrow. Today, I'm beat from doing nothing but wrapping yarn around a yarn ball for seven hours straight.

Also, today the movies were Jaws, and some John Wayne western.

Intermittent

After squirming for a bit in my computer chair, I realized I had the itch to do something productive. I browsed a few websites with interesting craft ideas, but still found myself fidgeting. After fidgeting my way to the other side of my room, I noticed an old scarf I've been knitting on and off lying in the corner, dejectedly. So I worked on that until I ran out of yarn. My original goal was to knit the heck out of it until my yarn disappeared, but I realized this scarf is much too short.

Actually, I'm only about two or four more stripes away from calling it done and working on something better planned out. So it's obnoxious to run out of yarn so close to the end.

A lovely dinner with mum and a trip to the craft store later, and I have enough yarn to make three more scarves. Which was my original plan. Last fall. To make four scarves total. So with any luck, I'll get scarf number two done by this time next year. Or, maybe because I'm cutting the design in half, I'll be done in half the time. We'll see how well I stick to the plan.

By the way, the movie today was Cloverfield. I watched while I knitted.

Quaketh

So I spent a nice chunk of today hanging with a dear friend at her house. I suppose one might say we had some catching up to do, since it had been a couple months since we talked face to face. And I suppose what one with a normal social life would have done was gone over past events in their life. You know, to catch up. But I don't lead much of a normal social life, so instead we talked about the things that happened in the now. It's important to live in the present, after all; No use lingering in the past.

Would have been much more enjoyable had her brother not been there. He doesn't keep very good company at all.

I'm getting better at these ukulele songs I've been practicing. I'm even getting a hang of strumming without any sort of pick. It just took a bit of time to get used to such a quiet sound. I'm so used to instruments being loud. Now I just need to get in the habit of strumming correctly, with the right beat. I seem to keep falling back into the same old pattern.

Sucralose

There's nothing quite like a good movie to put you in a good mood.
I've painted my nails in an interesting way. Three colors this time around; black, purple, and white. It think it looks nice so long as you don't stop to study them too closely. But it's been quite a while since I've done anything to my nails that hasn't been solid colors, nonetheless stripes. So I spent about as much time fixing up my nails as I did haphazardly painting them. And then I spent a good amount of time forgetting how long I need to wait for them to dry, and now there are many small dings and large smudges to be seen. Oh well.

Which was why I sat down for a movie. I figured, a movie or a nice long TV show was what I needed to keep me still and distracted long enough for my nails to dry. And I made a good choice in watching Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? again. I always forget just how amazingly wonderful the music is. I also realized how longs it's been since I've last seen the movie when I drew a connection between the fast-talking guy and my 11th grade History teacher. They look and act so much alike that it kind of makes me wonder.

So I think I am going to spend the rest of my week sitting on the front step waiting for the UPS man to come. Two months ago I ordered shampoo over the internet from my usual store. They usually get it here within a week, but this time something happened and it's only just been sent out. During this period of shampoolessness, I found myself turning to my lesser quality backup shampoo. And then I ran out, and bought more backup shampoo. And then I ran out again. The main reason I order my shampoo over the internet and not just pick it up at the local salon, is that I require my shampoo to come in massively sized bottles in order for them to last a decent amount of time. I just have too much hair. So these smaller sized back up thingers aren't gonna cut it.

Also, I just ordered a video game that I am a little excited about. I hope it gets here within the week as well. Then! I can have clean and healthy hair while I mash buttons in front of my television screen.

ViewSonic

The first house I lived in did not have stairs.

This made my Slinky boring and unattractive to me.

So a couple days ago I walked into my brother's room to play a video game, only to notice that his computer had been scavenged and picked apart. I assume that because we've decided he is moved out for good, his stuff is free for the taking. I missed out on the stuff I could really use; namely a new mouse and keyboard. But his flat-screen LCD monitor was certainly still there. And now it is in my room.
Allow me to describe to you my old monitor: 1999.
I loved the thing dearly, and I refused upgrading countless times. I had carefully set the color balance so that everything would be perfect. But over the past couple years, there has been a bit of tension between me and my monitor. It was slowly getting darker. I had turned the brightness all the way up, but I still came across the occasional image or game where I felt blind. One month was particularly bad, where it seemed every image and every game I came across was dark and low-contrast. I decided then to get a new monitor.

And so, why not upgrade from something two feet thick to something two inches thick? Now the real estate behind my monitor is empty and useless, as opposed to filled and purposeful. But I can always hide stuff there from myself if I so wish. But this new monitor and I... We seem to have gotten off to a rocky start. The colors are all off ever so slightly, and I lost the tools I used to set the last guy. Lines sometimes wriggle and distract me, and everything is so bright that when I look away my vision is slightly impaired. I can no longer read white text on a black background without burning colors into my eyes, but I suppose a bit of color tweaking can fix that. But then there are also little spots of things crusted onto the screen itself that my brother has left behind. I have no idea how to clean an LCD monitor, and these spots are very distracting.

I suppose that with a bit of love and fine-tuning, this monitor and I can work our way into a beautiful relationship. But I was hoping for something I could love, flaws and all, not hoping for a project.

Magical

Lucky Charms are pretty okay for a cereal. But I have a problem with the new hourglass shape.

Actually, no. I have no problem with the new shape. I love hourglasses. But in order to make room for the hourglass, they got rid of the pot of gold. So now the song doesn't work anymore, since 'hourglasses' is four syllables, and 'pots of gold' is three. Also, my Lucky Charms are worth less than before, unless that is an antique hourglass used by the Queen of England herself to time how long she needed to bake pies back when she was secretly a ragamuffin living in the kitchens.

My Lucky Charms have been devalued.

But also, out of curiosity, what are the little oaty pieces that aren't marshmallows supposed to be? I can see what looks like an Ace of Spades, and a three-leaf clover that could also be an Ace of Clubs. Then there's an Icthus? I'm not so sure I'm okay with the idea of religion in my cereal.

Listless

For some reason I am just happy today. It might have something to do with how my mother finally wasn't home today and I had the chance to get all of these things done. It was nice.

I am a very handy person to have around. On a normal day, I have with me for you to use:

• Chapstick
• Breath Spray
  
• Pliers
• Wire Cutters
• Scissors
• Glue Stick
• Calculator
• Pens & Pencils of any type
• Compact Mirror
  
• The Time
• White-Out
  
• A Spare Book
• Cellphone
  
• Guitar Pick

I seriously just carry this stuff around with me. On an above average day I will also have:

• Toothpaste
• Floss
• Safety Pins
• Duct Tape (Used to be a must, until my mini roll ran out)
• Scotch Tape
• Camera
• Music Player (iPod)
  
• Screwdriver
• A small snack

I'll also have a toothbrush every day I have the mirror, but you can't use it. And to be honest, you'd be amazed at how often someone needs pliers. Usually much more often than someone needs duct tape, I've noticed.