Shoes, Kelly

"Kelly! We're going out to eat tonight!"
Stomping sounds can be heard as Kelly throws herself from her bedroom to the bathroom.

"We're leaving now!"
"Arrargh!" Loud clunking noises as her hairbrush slips, and hits the wall on it's way down.

"Now."
She finally stomps down the stairs and rams her feet into a pair of flip-flops. "So we're we going?"

"You're driving."
"... Ohh..." Flip-flops get kicked off at the wall, feet get wriggled into more proper shoes.


That's generally how every evening out goes. I don't know why they rush me out the door like that. Especially when we're going someplace fancy, and I haven't been given so much as a warning that we're leaving in the first place. I'm just used to having bedhead in nice places now.

I also don't mind driving people around. Like, at all. I enjoy it to an extent--The company is usually nice and they often bring good music. But I hate driving when I'm going to a restaurant with my parents. It means that they're planning to do a a lot of drinking, and it's no fun being the only sober one in a car. They shamelessly flirt, they distract me from the road, they demand to be driven to weird places. I'd really rather hire them a taxi or hand them a bus schedule.

Though, in all fairness, the steak last night was delicious, and I enjoyed the pie.

Ah, yes.

Oh thank God, there were no more creepy voices today. I'm guessing it was just the house settling in some odd way.

So I painted the garage doors. They are now yellow. There were no problems until I pulled the tape off meant to protect these dark green bits. The paint had seeped underneath the tape. So now I have more useless painting to do, this time with a darker color. Sigh.

Last night my wrist hurt like the dickens. A strange crampy-burny feeling. Kinda like when you try to write too much too fast in school, and your hand cramps up. 'Cept more burny, and in a different spot, and it lasted for a good seven hours. It was gone when I woke up, thankfully. I did a bit of searching online, and I couldn't find anything that matched my symptoms, so I think it was just a temporary thing and nothing to worry about.

... Well, I was thinking that, but now my wrist is starting to hurt again. Bah humbug.

Tomorrow, I get the hair ripped out of my armpits. Hooray.

And now, I watch the opening ceremonies. Oh, amazing!

Covetry Carol

Oh my goodness, I am so tired. And my hands are covered in paint. So I suppose I am tired and messy.

A nice chunk of yesterday was spent scraping bits of flaking paint off of the garage doors. While I was washing the doors off with the hose, I managed to soak the number pad that I use to get in and out of the garage. Since I do not have a house key, and my parents removed the cat door out back, it is my only way to get in the house. And now, this number pad does not work. I managed to lock myself out of the house last night after I has finished rinsing the doors, and ended up knocking to get in. I checked the pad again today, and the buttons made a squishy sound and the doors did not open. Lesigh.

Then an even larger chunk of today was spend priming the garage doors. Really, I think I just painted them white. I don't know what the difference between a primer and a white paint is. Everything was going smoothly, but the first door took forever. I had made sure to start in the morning (Either 10 or 10:30, I'm not certain) so that I would have plenty of time to paint before the sun hit the house. At about noon, I finished the first door, and went inside to eat. I also rinsed off the brush so that the paint wouldn't dry on it and set in.

Even though a ring of paint dried on it and set in while I was still painting. I can't believe I ruined the brush like that.

At about 12:30 I went back outside to paint the other door, only to see that the sun was hitting that side of the house pretty hard. Also, since I could not get the brush completely dry before painting, I'm pretty sure a good chunk of that door has some pretty thin paint. But I did notice the paint went on easier for that door. I claim it was the water in the brush. Don't know what good it is for the paint, though.

Just as I finished the sun went behind a tree and covered the house in shadow. Bastard.

Spent some time scrubbing at the brush to get the ring paint off it, with no luck. So now it's hanging on the clothesline with the wimpiest clothes hanger I've ever seen. Though, it's holding onto the handle of that paintbrush pretty well, so I guess I shouldn't mock it.


Been hearing voices all day. The creepiest voice in the world, always sounds raspy and like it's outside the room I'm in. Keeps making me think someone broke into the house, but I've been home alone. I'll worry when I can understand what it's saying, and it's telling me to do things.

The Novel Idea

I am going to write a book someday and title it "Stuck in the Bathroom Without Toilet Paper"

And it will be a true story.

Mega Last

I was well on my way again today doing absolutely nothing, but then I sat down at my computer and got to work on a little project I've been planning.

I've been wanting to make one of those illusion or shadow scarves ever since I first heard about them last year. But I also wanted to make the design myself, instead of using one I found online. So I planned to make two, each with a different design that is somehow important to the friend I gift it to. Today I finally sat down and planned out the pattern for the first scarf. It was grueling. I was almost half way through before I realized I had messed up, and needed to start over. After a couple hours of staring at the computer screen, burning out my eyes, and making tedious repetitive clicking motions, I finally finished. I really hope the pattern turns out alright, because I don't have the attention span to do it more than once.

I've started knitting it today, too, but I keep messing up before I even get to the important part. I've never really done anything more complicated than a garter stitch and adding a second color. But at least I'm catching myself before the scarf is well under way--It only takes about 15 minutes to start over. I've got it all figured out now, so I'm ready to really get to work on this puppy!

Strangely enough, I'm knitting two scarves at once. A very simple one, and a slightly complicated one. I wonder how this will work out for me.

By the way, movie today was Castle in the Sky.

Mood Changing

I managed to do nothing today so completely that I can't think of anything to make a post about. So I'd normally just post an interjection, but I can't even think up a good topic for that.

Ermm...

Did you know...
That most people spell 'Hmm' with two M's?
Women are more likely to use the word 'gender' than men?
More than half of the bones in your body are in your hands and feet?
The brain continues to send out electrical signals 37 hours after death?
Humans share at least half of their DNA with a banana.
It is considered good luck to have a frog hop into your home?
Honey never spoils? (It just crystallizes, but heating it fixes that.)
Despite it all, in terms of passenger deaths per mile, space travel is the safest way to go.
If the population continues growing at it's current rate, by 2600 there will literally be no more room for humans on the planet.

Uh... I'm done now.

Mythic

I just barely managed to finish off my black and white scarf yesterday before scurrying off to clean up bits of the house. We had some guests over, and I dunno. I guess we need to impress old friends that don't really care. They brought over enough sushi to fill in a yacht, and I soon found myself sitting up in my room with only a plate of fish and rice to keep me company.

Just to set the record straight, I like sushi. Particularly sashimi--My favorite part will always be the raw fish. But I can't stand nori, the "seaweed" that sushi rolls are wrapped in. I try to eat it, I really do. And often times I find that it doesn't taste that bad. In fact, last night I found myself chewing on a piece that tasted like steak. But it triggers my gag reflex like nothing else. I could even be enjoying it--Nom nom nom HURKK! And suddenly the food is caught in that area between my mouth and my throat. Like some twisted sort of suspended animation. So nori is a no go, as is most of the sushi out there that you can buy.

Also, wasabi. Tastes like paint remover. I don't even care that it's hot--'Cuz it's really not that hot to me. It just makes things taste bad.

Today, mum wanted to go out and look at kittens. Y'know, to adopt. Truth be told, I'm not ready for another cat just yet. But we won't be able to take in another cat until we get back from vacation, so I have a few more weeks. She really pushed to go out to this one place. As it turns out, she was checking out their website and noticed that one of their new cats looked an awful lot like Sparky. The picture on the website was too tiny to tell, so we drove out to check. There was a strong resemblance, but it obviously was not my cat. I'd have much rather stayed home than go through that.

But we saw a lot of prospective kittens to bring home. We're looking for siblings, because we saw with Sparky that she changed a lot for the worst when she became an only cat. So to prevent this, we'll adopt two cats that are related, so that we won't break up a family and still keep a happy cat. And, strangely enough, every kitten we saw came with at least one sibling, and totally fit our requirements. It's a shame we're not ready to adopt, but they were each so cute and healthy, I'm sure good homes will be found for them really soon.

It broke my heart to see this one girl cat, though. She had been adopted just three years earlier, but her owners moved and couldn't take her with them. So she was back up for adoption, and the place they gave her to quickly spayed her the day before we got there, so she wasn't feeling all too great. As soon as we walked up to her cage, she looked up and meowed with that same wail any of our cats used when they were depressed. It's sad, because she might not get adopted, simply because she's not some adorable little kitten anymore.