I Hate November.

Well, I got up to the sleeves on my Snow White and I tried it on...and wouldn't you know it, I've managed to increase 2 inches in circumference pretty much EVERYWHERE on my entire body. Absolutely ridiculous! I weighed more than this in high school and I was not this big. And of course I'm only going to gain more weight before I lose anything, because I know how I roll. There's a back-fat joke in there somewhere but I am too angry/depressed to tease it out.

Also, I totally quit NaNo (again), this time after 10,000 words. I started to get stressed out about making my word counts and I realized it just wasn't worth it. I also realized that I don't really care for writing on the computer because I live in the Stone Age. (On a totally unrelated note--I just didn't want to make a new paragraph after three sentences) I haven't been sleeping. Now I have to leave the TV on or I don't fall asleep, so I don't put my earplugs in, and then when my dad leaves for work in the morning I wake up and then I have to go back to sleep, but of course if you sleep for an hour it doesn't really count, so I've been averaging 5 hours of sleep every night. Lovely.

In addition to my problems, K got let go from BOTH her jobs. THE DAY AFTER HER BIRTHDAY. I hate November. Thank goodness it's almost over.

The Point is that I Want Azn Babies.

It is like the world is conspiring against me to not get any knitting or NaNo-ing done at ALL.

I blame YOU, Juri Ueno. You will not be forgiven until one of us has the other's babies. Or you can have K's babies or she can have your babies. We've got lots of wombs to work with here.

Seriously, why didn't anyone tell me about Last Friends? It has everything I love and almost none of the things I dislike! Japanese people, motocross racing (I am not being sarcastic. I have extreme enthusiasm for the fictional portrayal of motocross racing. I don't like real motocross racing because I don't like watching races--I get too keyed up), sissy main heroines getting beaten, lots of unnecessary drama, most of the cast of Nodame Cantabile, and, most importantly, an adorable, aZn, gendrally*-confused girl (we all know that's my favorite kind)! And since K and I promised to not watch it on our own, I have to wait until tomorrow to watch more of it...and until I watch it I have to spend every waking moment thinking about it. I'm pretty sure I wrote the exact same story my freshman year of college, only everyone was American and therefore much less adorable.

Unfortunately, that means I will be blogging more because I can vent my enthusiasm to the internet instead of annoying everyone I know with my inane chatter. Therefore, I will not be writing my novel nor will I be knitting. This show could not have happened to me at a worse time. Thank goodness I have less to do at work. My brain could have exploded.

I wrote some 3,000-odd words before I realized I wanted to get rid of one of my major characters. So I had to start again. I'm way behind, but I think I'm further ahead than I was last year (considering I quit after two days because of the intense wrist pain). But it seems as though I am unconsciously doing NaBloPoMo. Too bad when I blog frequently, it's mostly me fangirling over something lame.

I've learned that I enjoy reading my own blog. Is this the same as laughing at your own jokes? Do authors read their own books? Where the hell is my camera?

*If "center" becomes "centrally," then "gender" necessarily becomes "gendrally."

Blendtastic.

"Fauxmosexuality" has got to be one of the most hilarious blends I have ever heard. And I thought I was pretty funny when I came up with "flesbian" (same concept--I'm sure I'm not the only one who came up with it).

Even funnier than "po-mo sexuality," which is also delightful.

In other news, I am apparently not keeping up with my queer celebrities. This is what happens when I actually have STUFF to do at work.

I joined the Sexy Knitters' Club on Ravelry because I have been meaning to make Snow White. I bought the yarn back in May (Valley Yarns Sugarloaf), but I've been putting it off because of the other sweaters I started. I thought I'd be able to start Snow White today, but I think I might need the size 6 circular I'm still using for Riding to Avalon (I'm on the first sleeve and I've sworn to actually finish this instead of letting it sit around for two years like my Rogue...I guess I have a thing for hoodies. I like to keep my head warm. Or my back warm).

I'm also doing NaNoWriMo (not NaNoPoBlo or whatever the blogging counterpart is--I did that last year and I ended up writing about candy or Canada or some third thing that has those same letters), so I don't know how much blogging I'll get done. I've already done two posts in the last month, which is better than I usually am about this! Stay tuned, all my loyal fans!

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My camera is gone. For realsies. I have absolutely no idea where it could have gone. I vaguely remember loaning it to someone, but K says she didn't borrow it and I know my mom has her own camera, so I can't imagine who I could have loaned it to (because I have no camera-less friends). I am also extremely suggestible, so I could very well have lost it on my own with no help from a second party and then imagined that someone else did it because I felt so guilty. I don't know why I'd feel guilty. It's a pretty old camera and it was relatively cheap because my mom bought it after it was discontinued (story of my life--one day when I run out of ideas I will tell the story of my defective pants).

So I will have an ugly, pictureless blog. And I am going to give away the socks and booties I made and I will have no pictures of them (side note: Red Heart's "Heart and Sole" sock yarn got me a pair of child's socks and a pair of booties with barely any yarn to spare out of one skein, which makes it worth the five dollars full price I paid for it. Whoo!).

In other news, I have 871234021384 skeins of recently purchased yarn because I am crazy. My parents are going to disown me, I think. Or they'll disown the yarn. Whatever, my yarn is nowhere as huge as their dining room table, and God knows we use that even less than I use my yarn. Large, ornate dining room furniture is nice, but when it is so ungainly that it makes eating in the dining room a chore, then something is not doing its job. I apparently am full of direction-less rage.

On a lighter note: I may be participating in NaNoWriMo this year! I did not write so much in this blog about it last year, because of the carpal tunnel. I had to quit after a couple days because of the unbearable pain. But I am getting my laptop back from K and I am writing 50,000 words of utter crap just to say I did it. I've written several novellas in my lifetime, by hand, with illustrations--all when I was under the age of 14. They were crappy. Ridiculously so. With plots I stole from various Boxcar Children books. I plan to do better this time, but I can't make any promises. I hear supernatural/paranormal stories are on the way out. What's on the way in? I hope it isn't stories about racial tension. I'm several of the least important minorities and being from the melting pot that is my Northwest Chicago Suburb, I know very little about discrimination. Not that I'm incredibly familiar with vampires and sorcery, but nobody gets offended when you take creative license with THOSE topics.

I can't say enough nice things about the Cobblestone Pullover. Even out of my crappy Wool-Ease, it looks fabulous. You'll just have to believe me until I find my camera. K and I were going to have a photo shoot so that I'd have pictures for Ravelry, but now I have no camera, so I don't know what's going to happen. Maybe she will draw pictures for me now that she's a big time video game artist (seriously. My job is so unglamorous in comparison that I might as well just start telling people I'm a...actually I can't even think of a job as humorlessly unglamorous as mine. Don't get me wrong, it's a good job and I like it, but it does not make for a very impressive one-liner at a high school reunion).

If I Don't Blog, I Won't Remember My LIFE

I think that maybe if I didn't sit on a wysiwyg interface all day doing stuff, I might enjoy blogging more. This is why I could never get a job knitting. I would learn to hate it, just like I learned to hate all wysiwyg interfaces, plus html, xml, and the internet in general. And yet, the internet is my ticket to Fame and Fortune, because I am far too lazy to do it the regular way (like winning 8 gold medals in the Olympics. Far too lazy for that).

I have gotten a New Uninteresting Job. This looks like something I'll end up doing for the next ten years or so, unless I get fired or get my own reality show. And due to this Job, I am on my way to Phoenix (?!) tomorrow. I am going to go on an adventure in the airport, much like America's sweetheart Bella Cullen nee Swan (SPOILERZ OH NOZ) and then I will listen to the Jonas Brothers and do some other thing junior high students like. Are they still into huffing spray paint? I didn't really like the same stuff as my peers when I was in junior high. I was a big fan of American folk songs that have since been turned into "Children's Songs." I had cassette tapes and everything. But the point of this paragraph is that I am not packing for my trip, but rather blogging, as blogging for me is an act of procrastination.

I don't understand how my cat hauls around 15 pounds of himself on those tiny, tiny paws. I guess he has four of them. Then again, I haul around ten times that on my tiny, tiny feet and I only have two. Boy, am I glad I don't have ten of him. There'd be so much hair.

I've been knitting and playing whistles, for those of you who are still interested. I've rediscovered how much I love the Clarke whistles (the ones with the plastic fipples; I don't have enough air in my lungs to play the wooden block mouthpiece ones). I used to think they sounded pretty weak, but maybe that is because my whistle of choice was a freaking Susato.

As for knitting, I plan to bring yarn for both Rusted Root and Riding to Avalon, plus sock yarn, on my trip. I don't foresee NEEDING that many projects, but I also don't want to have too few. Also, I have only the wooden circular needle in size 6, and I really hope they don't take away my DPNs at the airport, because that will severely limit the projects I can work on. I'm assuming it won't be that big a deal since I'm flying to PHOENIX and it's an early flight. Also, I don't really look threatening. Not even in a "so-not-threatening-it's-sketchy" sort of way. I could disappear entirely if I wasn't half a minority! But from the back I am culturally invisible.

That's enough for today. I've decided to resume blogging, which will probably occur once a month and then I'll ramp it up to weekly. But first I have to find my camera so I can take pictures. I have a slew of FOs that I need to get photographed. Preferably on my person.

Teh Worst Bl0gger Evar!!!1

Yeah.

Well, anyway, my day was so spectacularly mediocre that I felt I must return to the blogging world. I realize I've been fantastically BAD at blogging, but you just won't understand until you graduate and then suddenly have to have A Career, and also carpal tunnel, tendinitis, AND suddenly find yourself obsessed with knitting socks (I've finally succumbed, and I have the sneaking suspicion there is No Turning Back).

I have had NO luck with FOs since my CPH. I had to bind off early on my Tempting and I STILL ran out of yarn (might fix this with WEBS sale, or might frog). My Gretel is a huge (literally) disaster that only looks good on my dad, who is surprisingly able to pull off lavender (but he won't. He's secure in his masculinity, but the hat is ridiculous). In fact, I have not had a successful FO SINCE the CPH (the Camisa is almost wearable, but I MIGHT reknit it in a smaller size. The style is good, otherwise! But until I decide what I'm going to do, there is a 2-inch long gap that will not be seamed).

I've become obsessed with knitting socks, but fortunately have only acquired 5 skeins of sock yarn (and 4 of them are single-sock skeins). More on this as it develops.

And now, my spectacularly mediocre day!

As nobody on the internet knows, I now have A Job, which mostly involves doing the work that nobody wants to do! Yay! And no proof that I am the one doing it. But soon that will change. At any rate, today I went to my first board meeting (yup, it's THAT kind of job). It was boring, because I have no idea what's going on! But there were cookies and some new variety of almonds, so it wasn't a total waste. I felt like a Real Grown-Up. This is a strange feeling that started when I first put on my business suit, and gets more and more obnoxious every day. I combat it by reading YA novels (I am absolutely OBSESSED with Twilight. I don't need to hotlink it because everybody knows what that is, except, apparently, ME). Wait, I was talking about my day.

I guess blogging was good for me, because the wysiwyg interface at work is JUST like a blog! Oh, I also am in charge of updating my association's website. One day I will give it a content overhaul when nobody is looking. And until then, I shall not link it here, because I am ASHAMED of its total lack of cool. Also, the TINY bit of tooling around with html came in handy (not so the XML. All that taught me was to look for breaks in patterns. I'm like that guy with the beautiful mind, only less interesting), so, props to high school nerdiness, and thank goodness for love affair/serious relationship with web designer who will help me out.

So, that's my job.

Then, after my productive day, I came home and ate sausage that came for free in the mail. That's the best part. Unsolicited free sausage in the mail, and flavored with jalapeño! If only every meal came for free in the mail. The gf is really sketched out by this, but she should know better, since I eat stuff that I find. And as my last semester roommate knows, "it hasn't killed me yet!"

Whoo.

I realize that I have been neglecting the blog for many months (2).

Reasons for doing so:

1) I've moved back home for good (which probably means forever...oh dear).
1a) I no longer have internet access right next to my bed
1b) Even if I did, I've loaned my laptop to my girlfriend.
1c) The computer room in my house is REALLY FREAKING COLD and I can never stay in here for long without getting the shivers.

2) Carpal tunnel. Want to reserve non-pain time for knitting.

3) Lack of knitting. This has been resolved.

Anyway.

I've decided to make this my full-time, f'reals, all-encompassing blog-of-all-trades, and no longer just knitting and whistles (not like there was much of the latter anyway. It SUCKS not living alone and being plagued by crippling embarrassment). That means you get knitting, whistles, fangirling, barely legal obsessions, my sporadic love of the great white North, and all other stream-of-consciousness nonsense that pops into my head.

Probably not pictures, though.

Stay tuned for my eventual ramblings about race! Because as a biracial person of many adjectives, I should talk about serious bidness once in a while, although it most likely will degrade into "why I can't wear beige" (the answer: IT'S MY SKIN COLOR).

In conclusion, my cat feels that he must be heard. So he says "Raaw! Mrr. Meeaaawww. Mrrmrr. MrrRR?" At that last part, he almost fell off the chair. Cat, there is not enough room in this chair for both our fat asses.