July 12, 2003 :: 12:11 a.m.
they call me Flat Top McGee
I seem to be afflicted with a horrible disease that makes it completely fucking impossible to knit a hat that fits. I finished the beanie hat tonight, and it actually turned out really well if you overlook the fact that the top is FLAT. It's goofy as shit, and I'm pretty sure that it came from decreasing too suddenly. This is not my fault, as I followed the pattern to the letter in terms of decreasing, so a curse and pox upon the person who decided to write a pattern for a flat-topped hat and call it a beanie. Grr, argh. I think I'll try again with some improvisation of my own, because it's really cute otherwise. And one day I will post pictures of all these things, I promise. I'm just digital camera-less at the moment.
Less than 24 hours 'til Pearl Jam. Me = excited. Muy freaking excited.
Adam gave me an early birthday present today - the Family Guy DVD set. WEEE! We watched a few episodes together, and then I finished off the first disc by myself just a little while ago. That show makes me laugh so hard that I should probably wear diapers while viewing it; I'll never understand why it was cancelled. It's six gazillion times funnier than The Simpsons.
I have to take my brother to the doctor tomorrow morning at 10. He has to be there at 10, rather, so I have to take him at like 9:15. Anyway. I am not looking forward to waking up so early, and in order to alleviate some of the discomfort that will inevitably occur, I need to go to bed soon. "Soon" like now, actually. So it's personal hygiene time for me, then a bit of reading, and then sleepy goodness. Adam is going to call me in the morning to make sure I'm awake, because I'm dreadful at getting myself up before noon. It's embarrassing, really, but it just means that I appreciate his help all the more. He's the sweetest guy ever and I want to steal him away to live with me in some green and deserted land where we can sleep late and swim and eat dinner outside without being attacked by bugs. Mmm. I'll always have my dreams.
Except that I never actually dream about nice things like that. Oh, no, it's always with the dying and the betrayal and the loneliness and then I wake up crying all over the place. Fucking sadistic subconscious.
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