March 31, 2003 :: 8:38 p.m.
Michael's needs to die and burn in hell for all eternity
The problem with walking into a project blind (read: having no knowledge whatsoever about the materials and techniques involved) is that you pretty much always walk away frustrated and disappointed. For my very first actual knitting project, I'm making a Harry Potter/Gryffindor scarf. Adam and I went to Michael's tonight to pick up the stuff that I need to make it - yarn (of course), a pair of 12'' or 16'' circular needles, yarn needles (to weave in the ends), and a crochet hook (to make the tassels). I picked out my yarn, which is just cheap acrylic stuff because Michael's has a heinous lack of selection, and went on to the needles. I have no idea how circular needles are measured, and that is exactly where my problem began. The only lengths they had were 29'' and 32'', both of which are much too long. However, because I am naive and uneducated in the ways of knitting, I decided (with great trepidation, mind you) that there was no way in hell that little cord was 32'' long. So I bought them. And a little while ago, I took them out of their package. My heart seriously went through the floor and hit someone in the basement on the head. I cried. I was so set on starting this thing tonight, and now I'm sitting here with everything I need EXCEPT THE DAMN NEEDLES. Because I'm very stupid, and I was too eager to listen to my gut when it came down to it.
Gah. Fuck me. I suck. But fuck Michael's harder for only having gargantuan circular needles. I guess I'll return them tomorrow and see if Ben Franklin has any 12'' or 16'' ones. If they do not, I will sit in my car (or Adam's car, as the case may be) and bawl my pathetic little eyes out. Because I just want to make a fucking scarf, dammit! It shouldn't be this hard.
Today has been uneventful, otherwise. Nope, nothing happened save for the complete and utter shattering of my precious hopes and dreams. Again. I should really be used to this by now.
Adam is upstairs studying for a test he has tomorrow, so I'm sad and bored and fucking annoyed. Emily and The Gothic Wonder are here, of course, giggling and watching some cheesy movie. I WAS going to be learning how to knit on circular needles right now, but no... instead I'm being bitter and writing in my online diary. Today sucks.
edited 9:12 p.m. This got lost in my burning rage, but I figured I should say something now that I've remembered. My mom emailed me this afternoon and informed me that the cats have always been vaccinated against feline leukemia because they used to go outside. So all of the kitties are healthy and safe, relatively speaking. Now I'm just struck by the urge to scoop up Giles and cuddle him to death. Only not literally to death. You know what I mean.
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