Tuesday, November 18, 2008


Let it be known on this freezing day of November, that I of little household skills have made an apron! I realize that, being that I have very few household skills, this apron will probably never see the light of day again, but this can be forgotten until I shove it in the pantry.

It's sewn well, pretty much. I forgot to decapitate a few threads here and there, but it's good. I would be a lot more proud of the thing, however, if it fit me. Apparently the sewing teacher's pre-invented measurements were set in stone before the skinny people arrived.

So, without further ado, here it is.

For some reason, the name embroidery ended up all backwards and such when I took the picture.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

P.S. Nom #2

We're also having salmon for dinner! Yay!

Hi ho, yardwork!

It's 5:26, and today is turning out pretty good. Pretty nearly amazingly awesome, actually.

-7:22 (Don't ask how I remembered that): Wake up. I can breathe! Partially.
-Some point after 7:22: Dad comes home, bearing donuts, cinnamon rolls, and cough medicine. Hurrah!
-After that: I log onto World of Warcraft, and get 2000 gold! And then spend about 50 on pretty robes and a pet rabbit.

And then...(wait for it)...I, black-thumbed, self proclaimed Queen of Geeks, who has killed even cacti (Accidentally. Really.), planted flowers! Oh, yes. I arranged them all pretty and such, made friends with the many spiders in the flower pots, and froze various limbs off. I'm still waiting for the feeling to come back into my fingers, which is a very odd sensation when trying to type. Now, whether the flowers live or not is yet to be seen, but for now I can successfully say that I have not caused immediately-noticeable irreparable harm.


And now, I'm looking forward to pie and Moose Munch cookies. The former is sitting tauntingly on the stove, and the latter currently baking and filling the house with its smell of tastiness.

Now, if only I could feel my fingers and toes...

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Snacky Foods

That last post of mine got me wondering what my other comfort snacks are. I'm also sick with the world's worst throat cold, so I could definitely use a few of them (too bad I don't have most of them), and I just saw the Harry & David gift catalogue, so I'm definitely thinking about food.

Here's my list:

-Lime Jello. If I'm too impatient, the warm not-yet-Jello is also good.
-Peanut butter toast. Among other things, its one of the few snacks on this list I can make without screwing it up.
-Ramen. Chicken flavored, which is totally different from chicken noodle soup no matter what you say.
-Nachos, piled high with cheddar and microwaved until the cheese starts to crisp around the edge of the plate. Yum.
-Banana bread, with butter. For some reason, when you put butter on banana bread, there's this nutty flavor that wasn't there before.
-Warm, gooey, cover-my-face-with-chocolate chip cookies. Nuff said.
-Hot cocoa, not chocolate milk. There is a difference. Cocoa is thick, and cocoaey, and definitely chocolate.
-Tea, but not green tea. They all fill me up with warm fuzzies except green tea for some reason.
-Mint. Anything mint. Dunno why, but I love the stuff. I'll eat practically anything with mint. Maybe even tomatoes (yick), but that has yet to be tested.

Aaand, that's about all of them. I currently have some jello in the fridge, waiting another three hours until I can eat it. Hopefully it will be edible. Putting in two cups of water instead of one isn't that bad, right? Hopefully it won't be as bad as my infamous banana bread massacre.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

P.S. Nom

Lime tea and peanut butter toast is officially my new comfort snack.
Just thought I'd let you know that.

The window over the kitchen sink

loves me, I swear. When I forgot my house key and everything else was locked, did it give up on me? When my Dayquil began to wear off and I thought whatever virus I've got was gonna kill me, was it evil? Absofizzinglutely not. The lizard that watched the entire ordeal of me trying to break into my house through the window over the kitchen sink while hacking up a lung, however, is debatable.

So that was my adventure for the day. Is it at all sane of me to think that lizard planned it all?
No, nope, maybe?

I've got nothing else to write. Hopefully the lime tea that just beeped in the microwave won't kill my throat with its citrus content. That lizard had better stay out of it. >.>

Monday, November 10, 2008


Those who play WoW will recognize this glorious sound. In game, the sound is actually more of a fwrrrl accompanied with a yellow column of celebratory fwoosh, but the meaning is pretty much the same.

I have leveled to 70!
All hail me. Forget that the level cap is raised to 80 on Wednesday. It is lies, you have been deceived. Northrend does not exist (Que flashy Men in Black light).

In other news, my French teacher has been piling on the homework assignments, which means I have also been playing my role in the world by forgetting about them completely. Coulda sworn we had nothing over the weekend. -.-

Alabaster update:
My stone is bruised! I didn't realize how deep the damage was until I started to file it. If I carve away all of the bruising, I'll lose the shape of the sculpture. Maybe I'll say it was on purpose. The deep scratchy lines add artistic merit. Yeah.  Did I mention it's going to be shown at Sculpture in the South?

For some reason, I am now craving pie and cranberry juice...

Monday, November 3, 2008


I swear my web design teacher must love tables. We've been working on them for about a week and a half now. A WEEK AND A HALF! For tables! I pity the pour soul who hasn't learned these by now!!

And, so of course my teacher (we shall call her Ms. Connell), has decided to give us yet another simple table assignment. We must make a list of hex codes and their names, and such. This is easy. This would be fine, except that for some unfathomable reason, I FLIPPING HATE TABLES. Something about them spurs my laziness unlike any other force I have ever encountered (except maybe nagging). Ms. Connell says table, and I no longer want to work. I have been copying and pasting for the last week and a half! Please, for the love of all cheesecake let us do something else!!! D:

And while I'm ranting....

Alabaster. I admit, I do enjoy stone carving. There's nothing quite like beating your aggressions (like pent up ones from the day before against your otherwise-nice web design teacher) into rock dust flurry of will-soon-be-an-abstract-fwooshy-thing, however this would be much more enjoyable if:
-It weren't 7 in the morning.
-my arms didn't hurt tremendously afterwards due to an obvious lack of muscle.
-The guest artist hadn't left, taking all the forks with her!

By the way, there was a guest artist. She was teaching us how to carve stone. She took all the forks with her.


I actually did have a good weekend though. Mostly. Excluding the fact that I had to spend 8 hours in a hotel room "learning how to drive." I hardly remember any of the useful stuff we did in that room...

On Halloween, I went to my friend's house to hand out candy, for I had nothing else to do. She dressed up as a pirate and found a nifty Dark Priestess costume in her closet for me to wear. The little kids stopped coming around 8, and we went trick or treating for maybe a little longer than an hour. Why so little a time, you ask? Because that night, the temperature was in the 40's. Oh, yes. 40's. Walking around holding a grocery bag full of candy in paper thin package-claims-it's-velvet does not generally work out so well in these temperatures.
And then I got home to discover Hunter had gone out for two hours or more and filled his entire backpack without wearing a costume. He will not share. >.>

I will make him share.
I will also learn how to drive.
...These will likely happen around the same time. (Never? Maybe.)