March 09, 2003 :: 11:40 p.m.
imagine a world without scissors. terrifying.
Okay, observe the extreme sadness that is my life. I wanted to sew some stuff tonight. Adam and I went out and got all the stuff I'd need, dragged my sewing machine down into the living room, and got me all set up. I was all gung-ho about being Little Miss Crafty and making things and stuff (heh, things and stuff...), so I started gathering my materials together into one little area so that they'd be easily accessible. I needed scissors. I looked all over the first floor - no scissors. I went upstairs and asked Mason is he had any. Nope. I asked him if we even have any. Yes. I asked him if he knew where they were. Nope. I foraged through the Random Stuff Room between his room and my parents' room, but I found no scissors. The third floor, containing my bitsy little bedroom and nothing else, is not home to any scissors. My parents are sleeping, so I can't check their room. As far as I can tell, there are no scissors in this house. None. I scrapped my project out of necessity, because one cannot cut fabric without scissors. I am very disappointed and will be having a chat with my mother in the morning about the inhuman wrongness of not being able to find a single pair of scissors in 8 rooms of living paraphernalia.
So I'm sitting here, freezing my ass off, unable to sew. I figured I would update, since I'm physically incapable of following through with my intended plans. Bah.
Rufus is being really cute. He's sleeping in the chair next to mine, all curled up into a little ball of black and white fluff. He's really very adorable when he's not mauling various parts of your body. Giles is being a cutie, too, sleeping on the couch in a very contorted cat-shape. Aww... speaking of my pets, and the pets which I would like to be mine... Gabriel has been adopted. I cried when I found out. Gabriel is an absolutely beautiful black border collie/labrador mix that I've had my heart set on adopting for over a month now. But now he won't ever be mine, because some other family snapped him up. I'm glad he got adopted, but it's very depressing. Goodbye, Gabriel. I hope you're lounging on a doggie pillow in a nice, warm living room right now, surrounded with love and treats and long walks.
Le sigh. Today has been filled with non-events, if that makes sense. Adam came over, but we didn't paint. We had dinner at his dad's house, which was yummy and nice but would certainly not be classified as an event, since it happens fairly often. I learned that I will not be adopting my much-loved Gabriel doggie. We went out and bought stuff for my sewing project, but then it didn't happen because I live in a freakish alternate universe where scissors don't exist. Things happened, but nothing REALLY happened. Does that makes sense? Not? I rather thought it wouldn't.
I'm bored now. I had planned to spend the entire evening sewing stuff, but that went to hell, so now I'm stuck and suffering like a beached whale. In more ways than one. I sort of want to paint some more of my room, but then I'll have to sleep on the couch. And that's not a very appetizing prospect, let me assure you. I much prefer the safety and relative comfort of my room, with its slanted walls and absurdly low ceilings. I have mixed feelings about this house, due in part, I'm sure, to the fact that I've only spent about three days here since we moved in a bunch of weeks ago. But there are other things. It's very lonely. No one is ever around to talk to. I don't know where things are. We don't even have a washer and dryer here yet, so I'll either have to wash my clothes at the laundromat down the street or trek back to the house in Carlisle. Many of our utilities are still there, you see. It's a very strange situation that I'm not knowledgeable enough about to even try to explain, so let's back away from that topic right now. It's just unfamiliar and somewhat uncomfortable and I'm not sure that I really like it. Once I'm all settled in and have spent some more time learning the strange ways of this new environment, I may change my mind... but I don't know. It's just a thing. A feeling thing. I tend to have to many of those.
Enough rambling. I'm going to either listen to music and draw or go upstairs and read and go to bed early. I'll update tomorrow with new and exciting stories culled directly from my non-life. Woo!
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