April 30, 2003 :: 12:00 a.m.
the smallest hat in the world
So
the hat I was working on... is done. It's also too small to fit anyone with a human head, which means that it will sit alone and unused for the rest of its sad life. The pattern said it was an adult medium size, but this thing is very definitely not an adult medium anything. It's more of an aborted fetus hat size, I think. Or maybe a newborn kitten. It's something that bears no resemblance to an adult medium, anyway. I don't know where I went wrong, but... yeah. I guess I'll try again with an increased stitch count and hope for the best.
Grumble. I'm really tired, but I wanted to share my very first absolute knitting failure with everyone. Because I do so love to evenly distribute my pain and humiliation. Tomorrow is the LAST DAY OF CLASSES, so expect much rejoicing. And also probably some of the standard complaints about Emily, such as the one I am going to issue right now. I'm going to be heading off to sleep in about five minutes or so, and she's watching TV. Of course. The thing is that she's not going to turn it off. I used to be able to fall asleep with a TV on, but after I got rid of the one in my room all those many years ago that ability has pretty much disappeared. Extreme suck.
Oh, right. Buffy was interesting tonight. I don't like it when they all gang up on her like that... it's sad. And dude, Faith? In charge? Whatever. I wouldn't trust Faith with a hamster, and in a world where things that previously took place on the show mattered, neither would Xander, Willow, or Giles. Kennedy still needs to die a horrible, fiery death. She and Willow have less chemistry than two pieces of cardboard rubbing together, and she's being depicted as all FaithLite when in reality she's just a presumptuous, disrespectful brat who only gets screen time because she's having sex with Willow. And while I usually have no problem with Rona, "ding dong the witch is dead?" I think Dawn's retort would have been more appropriate if it has included numerous punches to the face and a strong kick in the head. Although Dawn really was sort of... strange, anyway. Since when can they kick Buffy out of HER house?
Er... yes. I fully realize that people who don't watch Buffy have no idea what I'm talking about. However, these people are gross and ignorant and should be shunned like pervy old men who hang around elementary school bus stops.
Oh, joy. Now Justin (Emily's ex) is here, and he's drunk as all hell. So much for sleep.
Wish me luck. 'Night.
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