Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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This is a blog addressing all of those wonderful, wonderful friends I have out there who I have not had the time to speak to in so long. :3
To all of you; the old, the new, the kind, the patient, the creative, the inspirational, and the miraculous:
I apologize. Not in a sappy, OH MY GOD I'M SOOO SORRY *SOB*, way, but briefly and kindly. I do apologize. xD; I miss all of you immensely and I only wish there was more time in the day, more sleep in my SleepBank, and less for me to get done so I could spend more time doing the things I love: talking to my internet buddies and roleplaying my brains out.
Since I'm apologizing, it would do well for me to explain myself as well, wouldn't it? :P Being a highschool student, as I am, I do have that to take up all my days. It isn't much of an excuse, as being a student isn't anything new to me. xD But because I'm in an accelerated program, I'm actually DOING SHIT all day at school, and with as little sleep as I get already, this wears me the fuck out. xD Even when I do skip school, all I do is fucking SLEEP. :'D It's pathetic and ridiculous. xDD
Not only do I have school to keep me busy, but the infamous lameass bum, Ferret/Kate, has a JOB! A real job! I host kids' parties for hours at a time. Joy. xDD It's pretty fun, really. But demanding. Quite demanding. When I don't have work, I'm chilling the hell out. :'D And my usual days off are on the week days, when I'm sleeping to try not to wear myself out at school. I work almost all weekend EVERY weekend. No pity! I don't want it! I LOVE my job, but it does take up most free time I WOULD have.
Finally, I must say that any free time left in the small margin not taken by sleep and school and work is taken by my boyfriend. :3 Which is a godsend, really, as I don't know what I'd do without one of my best friends hanging out with me when I'm chilling out. I imagine I'd get pretty worn down if I didn't have him to cheer me up and distract me from whatever the fuck else is up. xD
So, you see, I'm awfully... well... I'm fucking living. o_o For the first time in a long time. xD It's no "excuse," but it's an explanation for you, my good friends. Now, would you like to hear some good news? :3 Duh you would!
The Ferret/Kate is ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL! Completely! Almost got her fucking highschool diploma~! And you know what that means? FREE FUCKING TIME!! I love all of you and I assure you that sooner, rather than later, you will see more of me again. :3 I am in the firm belief that when I don't have school to go to bed early for and wake up even earlier for, there will be much time for buttsex, joy, and friendship. 8D Ahh, so nice!
You know what all this busy-ness entails for me this month, though? ;-; No NaNoWriMo. I haven't been working on mine, which sucks 'cause I actually had an idea this year. xDDD Dammit! Maybe later. :3 When I have less life going on.
Thank you everyone who took the time to read this, and I hope you guys will welcome me back when I return. :P I miss you all bunches and if you look here, you may see updates now and then about things.
Love from the bottom of my heart,
Ferret/Kate
P.S. Wish Codie the best of luck and well wishes for his root canal on Monday the 19th! >_<
See the rest...
To all of you; the old, the new, the kind, the patient, the creative, the inspirational, and the miraculous:
I apologize. Not in a sappy, OH MY GOD I'M SOOO SORRY *SOB*, way, but briefly and kindly. I do apologize. xD; I miss all of you immensely and I only wish there was more time in the day, more sleep in my SleepBank, and less for me to get done so I could spend more time doing the things I love: talking to my internet buddies and roleplaying my brains out.
Since I'm apologizing, it would do well for me to explain myself as well, wouldn't it? :P Being a highschool student, as I am, I do have that to take up all my days. It isn't much of an excuse, as being a student isn't anything new to me. xD But because I'm in an accelerated program, I'm actually DOING SHIT all day at school, and with as little sleep as I get already, this wears me the fuck out. xD Even when I do skip school, all I do is fucking SLEEP. :'D It's pathetic and ridiculous. xDD
Not only do I have school to keep me busy, but the infamous lameass bum, Ferret/Kate, has a JOB! A real job! I host kids' parties for hours at a time. Joy. xDD It's pretty fun, really. But demanding. Quite demanding. When I don't have work, I'm chilling the hell out. :'D And my usual days off are on the week days, when I'm sleeping to try not to wear myself out at school. I work almost all weekend EVERY weekend. No pity! I don't want it! I LOVE my job, but it does take up most free time I WOULD have.
Finally, I must say that any free time left in the small margin not taken by sleep and school and work is taken by my boyfriend. :3 Which is a godsend, really, as I don't know what I'd do without one of my best friends hanging out with me when I'm chilling out. I imagine I'd get pretty worn down if I didn't have him to cheer me up and distract me from whatever the fuck else is up. xD
So, you see, I'm awfully... well... I'm fucking living. o_o For the first time in a long time. xD It's no "excuse," but it's an explanation for you, my good friends. Now, would you like to hear some good news? :3 Duh you would!
The Ferret/Kate is ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL! Completely! Almost got her fucking highschool diploma~! And you know what that means? FREE FUCKING TIME!! I love all of you and I assure you that sooner, rather than later, you will see more of me again. :3 I am in the firm belief that when I don't have school to go to bed early for and wake up even earlier for, there will be much time for buttsex, joy, and friendship. 8D Ahh, so nice!
You know what all this busy-ness entails for me this month, though? ;-; No NaNoWriMo. I haven't been working on mine, which sucks 'cause I actually had an idea this year. xDDD Dammit! Maybe later. :3 When I have less life going on.
Thank you everyone who took the time to read this, and I hope you guys will welcome me back when I return. :P I miss you all bunches and if you look here, you may see updates now and then about things.
Love from the bottom of my heart,
Ferret/Kate
P.S. Wish Codie the best of luck and well wishes for his root canal on Monday the 19th! >_<
See the rest...
Friday, November 2, 2007
How Not To Fuck Up - A Practical Guide From a Once Runaway
My nano for this year will be housed here.
I'll put some teasers here.
[two parts are already up]
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I'll put some teasers here.
[two parts are already up]
See the rest...
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I love knitting. Have I mentioned? I'm a fucking knitting fanatic. To the point that it gets me in trouble. :P
But my adoration for knitting is not the actual subject of this post. My Philosophy of Knitting is. Okay, perhaps a misleading title; it's not a philosophy OF knitting, it's a philosophy ABOUT knitting. Er... pertaining to knitting... uh...
ANYWAY, I realized something about life, the universe, and everything WHILE knitting, okay? So, yes. Philosophy of Knitting.
Knitting is the most positive example of "the end justifies the means" ever. Really. Usually, this idiom is used in context of some horrific tactic used by--cough--SOME PEOPLE, in order to get peace (or submission). But with knitting, this idiom rings true. Why else would all us knitters hunker down and squint at fuzzy, sparkly, string-width yarn to create something as frivolous as a scarf, hat, socks, or some atypical whimsy that we could just as easily buy at a store?! Really!
But why do it? Why do anything? Why not take the easiest route possible? The least painful? The most time-efficient? Why? Why end up frustrated with a tangle of yarn around every limb possible, a mess on your needles, and a headache just to make a damn tea cosy? I literally spent an hour and a half wrestling with some fuzzy, thin yarn just to find out that the pattern I designed (which took another half hour) wasn't going to work on the damn yarn. (And now that I think about it? I'm just going to make the pattern bigger and TRY AGAIN! MASOCHISM, I'M TELLING YOU!)
It's the journey that makes the whole experience worth it. And I don't mean the fucking drive to Wal-Mart to buy your groceries and a new damn scarf.
The hard work and effort put into something makes the whole thing worth it. ...I feel like I'm talking too broadly now. But I think I've made my point?
If not, here it is: knitting is fun because you have a new item that you spent YOUR time and YOUR effort to make. Life is enjoyable because eventually you are able to sit back and see what you have arranged for yourself after all you've put into it.
You cannot just sit back and expect life to go on autopilot while you eat your just desserts. You have to put in effort and commitment and... oh, shit, I sound like a counselor. Damnit. Well, I suppose this is my cue to stop writing about life, the universe, and everything, and get back to those damn needles!
--EDIT: Fuck! I didn't even say what I wanted to. I suck at writing about anything but sex. :P
Can I pick up again? HAHA, YES I CAN 'CAUSE I KNOW HOW TO PICK UP STITCHES TO KEEP KNITTING ON THE HEM OF A PIECE!
Not only does knitting require much scrutiny, but it also requires a hell of a lot of patience. I don't know if YOU'VE ever tried to knit something, but when a sweater calls for you to cast on 200-something stitches, you know you're in for trouble. Do you know how tedious it is to count 200 fucking stitches over and over and over and fucking over again? REALLY fucking tedious, okay?
Have you ever knit the entire front of a sweater in one sitting? I DIDN'T FUCKING THINK SO. BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING BORING. Usually. There are exceptions, but goddamn. Stockinette stitch for 400 rows? Exaggeration, but you get the point.
It is this saint-like patience that is also vital in life. It may be fucking boring as hell, but if you really want that adorable cotton halter top with the twist in the top half and the back details, you know you're going to have to do a lot of reading and rereading and re-rereading and knitting, and frogging, and knitting, and frogging, and counting those 200-something stitches for the 200th time because you KNOW that soon you'll be getting to the bit that isn't telling you to boil your needles to bend them into a ninety-degree angle or knit with your circulars in an ACTUAL CIRCLE and to the part where you get to practice your lace and do something other than stockinette stitch in a variety of difficult positions before you finally put it away and don't finish it for another six months. Er--that's knitting; but life... well, you all really know how life is. I've just bored you with some knitting frustrations. :P
That was an important point I wanted to make. Now, I really am going to go back to procrastinating on my NaNo--er, um... knitting. Yeah, knitting. (Also, not working on what I should be/want to. >_> Fuck tedious knitting. I want some ANGRY KNITTING! MAD KNITTING! GRAWR!)
See the rest...
But my adoration for knitting is not the actual subject of this post. My Philosophy of Knitting is. Okay, perhaps a misleading title; it's not a philosophy OF knitting, it's a philosophy ABOUT knitting. Er... pertaining to knitting... uh...
ANYWAY, I realized something about life, the universe, and everything WHILE knitting, okay? So, yes. Philosophy of Knitting.
Knitting is the most positive example of "the end justifies the means" ever. Really. Usually, this idiom is used in context of some horrific tactic used by--cough--SOME PEOPLE, in order to get peace (or submission). But with knitting, this idiom rings true. Why else would all us knitters hunker down and squint at fuzzy, sparkly, string-width yarn to create something as frivolous as a scarf, hat, socks, or some atypical whimsy that we could just as easily buy at a store?! Really!
But why do it? Why do anything? Why not take the easiest route possible? The least painful? The most time-efficient? Why? Why end up frustrated with a tangle of yarn around every limb possible, a mess on your needles, and a headache just to make a damn tea cosy? I literally spent an hour and a half wrestling with some fuzzy, thin yarn just to find out that the pattern I designed (which took another half hour) wasn't going to work on the damn yarn. (And now that I think about it? I'm just going to make the pattern bigger and TRY AGAIN! MASOCHISM, I'M TELLING YOU!)
It's the journey that makes the whole experience worth it. And I don't mean the fucking drive to Wal-Mart to buy your groceries and a new damn scarf.
The hard work and effort put into something makes the whole thing worth it. ...I feel like I'm talking too broadly now. But I think I've made my point?
If not, here it is: knitting is fun because you have a new item that you spent YOUR time and YOUR effort to make. Life is enjoyable because eventually you are able to sit back and see what you have arranged for yourself after all you've put into it.
You cannot just sit back and expect life to go on autopilot while you eat your just desserts. You have to put in effort and commitment and... oh, shit, I sound like a counselor. Damnit. Well, I suppose this is my cue to stop writing about life, the universe, and everything, and get back to those damn needles!
--EDIT: Fuck! I didn't even say what I wanted to. I suck at writing about anything but sex. :P
Can I pick up again? HAHA, YES I CAN 'CAUSE I KNOW HOW TO PICK UP STITCHES TO KEEP KNITTING ON THE HEM OF A PIECE!
Not only does knitting require much scrutiny, but it also requires a hell of a lot of patience. I don't know if YOU'VE ever tried to knit something, but when a sweater calls for you to cast on 200-something stitches, you know you're in for trouble. Do you know how tedious it is to count 200 fucking stitches over and over and over and fucking over again? REALLY fucking tedious, okay?
Have you ever knit the entire front of a sweater in one sitting? I DIDN'T FUCKING THINK SO. BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING BORING. Usually. There are exceptions, but goddamn. Stockinette stitch for 400 rows? Exaggeration, but you get the point.
It is this saint-like patience that is also vital in life. It may be fucking boring as hell, but if you really want that adorable cotton halter top with the twist in the top half and the back details, you know you're going to have to do a lot of reading and rereading and re-rereading and knitting, and frogging, and knitting, and frogging, and counting those 200-something stitches for the 200th time because you KNOW that soon you'll be getting to the bit that isn't telling you to boil your needles to bend them into a ninety-degree angle or knit with your circulars in an ACTUAL CIRCLE and to the part where you get to practice your lace and do something other than stockinette stitch in a variety of difficult positions before you finally put it away and don't finish it for another six months. Er--that's knitting; but life... well, you all really know how life is. I've just bored you with some knitting frustrations. :P
That was an important point I wanted to make. Now, I really am going to go back to procrastinating on my NaNo--er, um... knitting. Yeah, knitting. (Also, not working on what I should be/want to. >_> Fuck tedious knitting. I want some ANGRY KNITTING! MAD KNITTING! GRAWR!)
See the rest...
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