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Wednesday, October 19, 2011
October!!!
After no posts for about three months, I'm going to resurrect my blog yet again. It is FALL in Michigan, and that means days filled with golden leaves, intensely blue skies, brisk wind and sunshine quickly followed by days where the sky is so gray and thick that you can gaze at the pale circle that is the sun without any injury and then go on to expect lots of rain. You get to watch the leaves that were crunching under your feet a few days ago decompose and get washed away while the leaves that were green on the trees are becoming the new golden ones.
Here is a crappy webcam photo of pretty autumn light that EVEN WAS APPARENT INDOORS. My wishlist has a digital camera on it, since my trusty old one from high school seems to have passed away for good.
I've been doing a lot of knitting but not a lot of completing those projects, usually because I find more to start. Right now I'm working on a beautiful green cardigan (my first cardigan for an adult! :D), a grey cabled wool scarf, some light blue mittens with rose-pink trim, and a pair of pink socks. I end up starting new projects constantly because I forget to bring along the one that had already been started. So when I went to Jackson, I had forgotten the cardigan and so I began the mittens, and I accidentally forgot them there at my mom's house and wound up at my boyfriend's house without my cardigan but WITH some needles and grey yarn in the car, which is how the scarf came to be . . . and the socks have just been waiting to be finished for a while, because I suffer from second-sock-syndrome and rarely even get around to completing the first sock as soon as I should.
I've also had two really nasty colds that have been going around, the first one centering on extreme throat discomfort and this second one just on general head-stuffiness and fogginess. As soon as I recovered from the first, this one set in.
My mom and big brother met me in Ann Arbor for a visit on Sunday, the one day of health I've enjoyed this past week, and we went to our favorite Irish pub and got some delightful fare for lunch. We then managed to get my brother into this pretty feminine bookstore/tearoom that my mom and I like, where he went on to loudly discuss the silliness of the bumper stickers that were for sale there. It was so much fun and I loved seeing them!
All in all, it's been a good week, just a cold-oriented one. I'll post pictures of any finished knitting once it occurs. :)
Here is a crappy webcam photo of pretty autumn light that EVEN WAS APPARENT INDOORS. My wishlist has a digital camera on it, since my trusty old one from high school seems to have passed away for good.
I've been doing a lot of knitting but not a lot of completing those projects, usually because I find more to start. Right now I'm working on a beautiful green cardigan (my first cardigan for an adult! :D), a grey cabled wool scarf, some light blue mittens with rose-pink trim, and a pair of pink socks. I end up starting new projects constantly because I forget to bring along the one that had already been started. So when I went to Jackson, I had forgotten the cardigan and so I began the mittens, and I accidentally forgot them there at my mom's house and wound up at my boyfriend's house without my cardigan but WITH some needles and grey yarn in the car, which is how the scarf came to be . . . and the socks have just been waiting to be finished for a while, because I suffer from second-sock-syndrome and rarely even get around to completing the first sock as soon as I should.
I've also had two really nasty colds that have been going around, the first one centering on extreme throat discomfort and this second one just on general head-stuffiness and fogginess. As soon as I recovered from the first, this one set in.
My mom and big brother met me in Ann Arbor for a visit on Sunday, the one day of health I've enjoyed this past week, and we went to our favorite Irish pub and got some delightful fare for lunch. We then managed to get my brother into this pretty feminine bookstore/tearoom that my mom and I like, where he went on to loudly discuss the silliness of the bumper stickers that were for sale there. It was so much fun and I loved seeing them!
All in all, it's been a good week, just a cold-oriented one. I'll post pictures of any finished knitting once it occurs. :)
Monday, July 11, 2011
ART!
I FOUND AN OLD SKETCHBOOK!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Counting Blessings.
Driving.
Watching the sun come up.
Sleeping next to people.
Waking up with people.
Reading, writing, running, walking.
Tea.
Coffee, black or with cream.
Trails.
Snow.
The North.
Impromptu hangouts. Promptu hangouts.
Music.
People.
Not being too hot.
Clean, sunny rooms.
When friends don't mind being quiet with me.
Really long showers or baths.
The Great Lakes and their sand dunes.
Books - their physical forms as well as what's written on their pages. I like smooth covers and the smell of ink.
Skipping stones.
Skipping class.
Skipping class to skip stones.
Driving.
Escaping.
Reshaping.
Watching the sun come up.
Sleeping next to people.
Waking up with people.
Reading, writing, running, walking.
Tea.
Coffee, black or with cream.
Trails.
Snow.
The North.
Impromptu hangouts. Promptu hangouts.
Music.
People.
Not being too hot.
Clean, sunny rooms.
When friends don't mind being quiet with me.
Really long showers or baths.
The Great Lakes and their sand dunes.
Books - their physical forms as well as what's written on their pages. I like smooth covers and the smell of ink.
Skipping stones.
Skipping class.
Skipping class to skip stones.
Driving.
Escaping.
Reshaping.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Lackadaisical rant of desperation!
Humanity constantly tries to break through attempts to transcend humanity. It erodes me in places that I cannot defend, and just wears me out too much to keep it up for very long.
When it comes to other people, I do my best to give everything my all, and more often than not I end up incredibly attached and sometimes love someone with everything I have. I don't give into my need to feel all right as an individual as long as I can do something that will make them happy, and I've just truly felt that if I can help make someone happy who I love then I'll be happy with myself no matter what.
That concept itself might be beyond humanity, and a lot of the resulting devastation is consequent of that striving to get past everything about ourselves that holds us back.
I have a pretty unique brand of optimism in that although things don't usually go very well for me, I keep expecting them to look up, but they rarely do and then I end up feeling even more crushed. After each ordeal, though, I still retain some sort of optimism and revert back to it in a more reserved manner. It isn't something everybody intuitively feels, and neither is the willingness to do anything for anyone you care about. It just makes me feel so separated from everyone I know.
I'm just getting poorer and poorer at being optimistic about my own life and relationships, I suppose. I need to just be mindful, since things always do improve.
When it comes to other people, I do my best to give everything my all, and more often than not I end up incredibly attached and sometimes love someone with everything I have. I don't give into my need to feel all right as an individual as long as I can do something that will make them happy, and I've just truly felt that if I can help make someone happy who I love then I'll be happy with myself no matter what.
That concept itself might be beyond humanity, and a lot of the resulting devastation is consequent of that striving to get past everything about ourselves that holds us back.
I have a pretty unique brand of optimism in that although things don't usually go very well for me, I keep expecting them to look up, but they rarely do and then I end up feeling even more crushed. After each ordeal, though, I still retain some sort of optimism and revert back to it in a more reserved manner. It isn't something everybody intuitively feels, and neither is the willingness to do anything for anyone you care about. It just makes me feel so separated from everyone I know.
I'm just getting poorer and poorer at being optimistic about my own life and relationships, I suppose. I need to just be mindful, since things always do improve.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
010.
Christmas was magical!
Today has been great, too, but for different reasons. It's one of those pleasantly melancholy days that makes me think of folk music in minor keys, sung very softly.
I'm enjoying it.
Today has been great, too, but for different reasons. It's one of those pleasantly melancholy days that makes me think of folk music in minor keys, sung very softly.
I'm enjoying it.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
My love for Maude and my hatred of creepers.
Today, I learned that I can safely drive over 30 miles in my '94 Buick once my gas light comes on. I sometimes think that she is the true love of my life, because who needs dream boys? She does everything I ask and more, even when she's only supposed to get 25 miles on E, and that would be on a good day.
Those who know me well or who have had to wait for me to find them because I took a road the wrong way and didn't notice, or I got trapped in mazes of one-ways or even found my way to the wrong city can attest to the fact that I honestly lack a sense of direction. It's uncanny. I have gotten lost within two blocks of the house I grew up in, and it took me nearly an hour to find my way home. My first week of school here, I got lost trying to find my way home every day for a week straight. Today, I started looking for a gas station once I'd driven 15 miles on empty, got off the highway at 25, got lost, and drove frantically until I reached 32.
So Maude helped me out considerably, happily burbled down some gasoline once I found a station, and delivered me safely to work, where I got creeped on no less than four times in a half hour, by four different individuals. Another thing you may already know about me is that I attract creepers the way honey attracts flies (and bears.) Something about smiling and eye contact . . . I might just start cleaning my teeth with my knife or something instead.
Three of those individuals creeped (crept? I think it's one of those words where both are correct) over the phone, which might lessen the blow slightly (or would it make them worse?) but the one in-person creeper was worse than most. He stole a line from the Jeffrey Eugenides book The Virgin Suicides, and told me that I was "the most naked person with clothes on" he'd ever seen. I did not call him out on stealing a line that isn't even a pick-up line and would never work to pick a girl up any way, but instead opted to dash away.
It is finals week and creepers have found me again, but at least my car loves me.
Those who know me well or who have had to wait for me to find them because I took a road the wrong way and didn't notice, or I got trapped in mazes of one-ways or even found my way to the wrong city can attest to the fact that I honestly lack a sense of direction. It's uncanny. I have gotten lost within two blocks of the house I grew up in, and it took me nearly an hour to find my way home. My first week of school here, I got lost trying to find my way home every day for a week straight. Today, I started looking for a gas station once I'd driven 15 miles on empty, got off the highway at 25, got lost, and drove frantically until I reached 32.
So Maude helped me out considerably, happily burbled down some gasoline once I found a station, and delivered me safely to work, where I got creeped on no less than four times in a half hour, by four different individuals. Another thing you may already know about me is that I attract creepers the way honey attracts flies (and bears.) Something about smiling and eye contact . . . I might just start cleaning my teeth with my knife or something instead.
Three of those individuals creeped (crept? I think it's one of those words where both are correct) over the phone, which might lessen the blow slightly (or would it make them worse?) but the one in-person creeper was worse than most. He stole a line from the Jeffrey Eugenides book The Virgin Suicides, and told me that I was "the most naked person with clothes on" he'd ever seen. I did not call him out on stealing a line that isn't even a pick-up line and would never work to pick a girl up any way, but instead opted to dash away.
It is finals week and creepers have found me again, but at least my car loves me.
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