April 03, 2003 :: 8:32 p.m.
stripes and the fat girl
Thursday, the battered stepchild of the week. One day short of Friday, everyone's little darling, and Wednesday, the infamous "hump day." I feel bad for Thursday.
I also feel bad for my knuckles, as they have been abused to no end in the process of knitting my Gryffindor scarf. I wasn't aware that knitting is double-listed in the dictionary of leisure time activities as "heinous knuckle torture," but oh, I have seen the light. Or the blinding pain, as it were. But I also burn approximately 120 calories per hour spent knitting, so it evens out. And man, who knew? That's a lot of calories for something that only works your hands.
The scarf is coming along pretty well, if more slowly than I'd hoped. This is going to take forever. Seriously, for-freaking-EVER. Here's what I've got so far:
As soon as I finish this, I'm going to switch colors and start working on the third stripe. The colors actually are dark red and a sunflowery yellow, despite what the above picture would lead you to believe. The yarns are called "deep crimson" and "sunflower," respectively, so... yes. I am very definitely looking forward to not using 100% acrylic yarn at some point, if I can ever afford it. Prognosis: unlikely. Le sigh.
Adam and I went to Wal-Mart tonight to pick up various things that he needed, and of course the Doritos were on sale, seated directly in front of the registers. Bastards. You know we got some, too. One bag each - Nacho Cheesier for me and Cooler Ranch for him. Fucking Doritos. I am weak and lose all willpower when faced with their cheesy goodness. Although, you know, I don't get the names now. Nacho CheesIER? CoolER Ranch? Back in the day, if I recall correctly, it was just Nacho Cheese and Cool Ranch. So are these Doritos version 2.0 or something? What's been upgraded? Have they added a 42nd coating of fake cheese powder? Seriously, I don't understand. Someone explain this strange phenomenon to the very stupid girl who is now fixated on the names of lard-fried cheesy tortilla snacks.
Heh. Listen to me, all "back in the day." Whatever. Back in the day when, 1992? I don't think I've racked up enough decades yet to be allowed to say shit like that.
I was wondering the other night about the archiving system here on Dland. I currently have 16 archive pages set up, and it's somewhat cumbersome. If I keep this diary going for years to come, what will my archive page look like? Scary. Someday I should just break down and buy some actual web space and construct, I don't know, and actual website. How novel. I probably won't, though, as I've been thoroughly spoiled by Diaryland's incredible ease of use and complete lack of maintenance duties. But I do need to do something about my image storage space. I've got about 2% of it left, so I either need to conduct a serious overhaul of the drawings page or shell out the extra dough for a SuperGold membership. Decisions, decisions.
Well, I'm off to start on red stripe #3 and likely eat several times the amount of calories I will burn while doing so in Doritos. I really need to start exercising or something. It's becoming very depressing. Also, I think my heart may explode if I don't lose some weight soon. I'm not a large-framed person by nature, you see. Nope. When it comes to nature versus nurture in terms of my weight, nurture totally kicked nature's ass all over the fucking place. I should, by rights, be very small. But no, no... my parents were all about the food. Still are, really. Although I suppose that nature did get a few punches in at some point, because no one in my family is what you would call thin. They're not all grotesquely fat, but we're pretty much a chunky lot. The few who hover in the normal weight range really have to work for it, but I maintain that if I were brought up in a less food-centric family I wouldn't be as overweight as I am. Because I was a really tiny kid, dammit. I wish I could travel back in time to the point where I started to turn into a four-legged rhinoceros and smack myself upside the head with some carrot sticks.
Anyway... off to attend to the scarf. Cheers.
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