...we tend to reflect on how it went. I can't say it was entirely bad. It's certainly had its highlights. Like the creation and booming success of the Stitch and Bitch society that GKL and I set up. Like watching my Brownies grow - in height and personalities. Like seeing Wicked in London with GKL. Among other things. But it's had low points too.
Another year ends with me alone. This time last year I was curled up with N and I thought I'd done with being alone. I was wrong. (As for my current status with N - there is no status. It's over. My friends were right. I've said goodbye. That's all I'm gonna say about it.) I'm alone again. And likely to be alone forever. I need to accept the fact that I'm going to be a ninety year old loner with ten cats. I'll be Auntie Colette, or Auntie Cleo, to GKL's kids, and to my sisters' kids. And I'll be childless, and loveless, and alone. And, chances are I'll not have had sex in 60 odd years either. I've realised no one is ever gonna want me for anything more than sex, but I just can't retract my no no-strings rule. So, no relationship, no sex. No nothing.
Still, despite some serious doubts the other night, I do have things to live for. I'm going to America in August! I'll be out there for sixteen weeks. I still have my Brownies, and my friends, and my mum and my sisters. And I have resolutions to focus on for the new year.
1) Do one new thing every week. Something I've never done before. GKL and I are doing this together, with our little mascots: Wolfgang and Hilde. GKL and I have scrapbooks ready to fill up, and the mascots have photo albums and lots of little outfits. We're very sad, but it keeps us occupied. According to my diary though, week one started yesterday, so I'd better work out something to start with.
2) Stop missing lectures. I've always had ridiculous attendance at school. I started the autumn semester with the best of intentions and then I had trouble with my ankle, and with moving and everything. It all went a bit downhill. However, if I don't pick up my attendance, and my grades, and my focus, I won't get to go to America. So, 2009 is the year I start buckling down.
3) Go back to WeightWatchers. I've been battling with this one. I'm happy with my size. I'm not happy with how I get treated because of it, or with not being able to buy clothes from anywhere but Evans and eBay. Plus, although my dentist said I'd get my teeth extracted while I'm unconscious, the hospital dentist won't do it because of my size. So I have to be awake. Joy. (I'm not going!) If I could find clothes in my size, I would quite happily stay the way I am. But, I have some skirts that I can't fit into yet, and I guess my health would be better if I lost weight. So, I'm going back to WeightWatchers. GKL and I both are. We're waiting 'til the January rush is over though. So, back on points on New Year's Day, and back to meetings in February.
I think that's it, for now. I wonder how many I'll be able to keep.
Post Christmas, Pre New Year
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Well, Christmas was... well it was Christmas. I got lots of goodies. A Ducktor Who, thanks to one of my fabulous friends, and lots of other nice bits and pieces. Lots of jewellery. Not much money, just £20. I've spent it already. Either on a lovely dress on eBay, or on some toys from lovehoney, depending on who you are.
Tomorrow N is coming down for a day or two. Not for New Year, cos he couldn't get the holiday days so late, but he's coming down. I decided that I do want him back, much to the disapproval of all my friends. GKL isn't pleased, L made insinuations that I'd lose him if I went out with N again. We aren't officially back together. Discussions need to be had, things adjusted and looked at. We'll do that while he's down, I guess. For now, my facebook status is "it's complicated".
Generally, I'm a little episodey at the moment. I love my family, I really do, but they drive me insane. I've realised that a week is the longest amount of time I can spend with them. I came away from that week completely edgy, and had an episode the second I got home and didn't have to hold it off. It was not a pretty sight. It's wearing off now a little.
I need to make some friends in Basingstoke, so that when I am down visiting with my family, I'll have a place to go to escape them. It was probably partly cabin fever down there that got me so worked up.
I have no plans for New Year now. My family are 220 miles away, my boyfriend (??!!) will be back at work, my best friend will be in the bosom of her own family (who have taken to rubbing their happy relationships in her poor, single, lonely face - my sympathy GKL), and all my other friends have gone home to the various towns across the country they come from. That's what I get for only making uni friends. I need to make friends with some townies.
So, my task for the next week or so, is to traverse this delight that is the interweb and find friends in Stoke-on-Trent and Basingstoke. Joy. Of course, I also have two exams to revise for, application forms to fill in for the Study Abroad programme, a complete shit-tip of a room to tidy up, and loads of other bits and pieces to work on.
Tomorrow N is coming down for a day or two. Not for New Year, cos he couldn't get the holiday days so late, but he's coming down. I decided that I do want him back, much to the disapproval of all my friends. GKL isn't pleased, L made insinuations that I'd lose him if I went out with N again. We aren't officially back together. Discussions need to be had, things adjusted and looked at. We'll do that while he's down, I guess. For now, my facebook status is "it's complicated".
Generally, I'm a little episodey at the moment. I love my family, I really do, but they drive me insane. I've realised that a week is the longest amount of time I can spend with them. I came away from that week completely edgy, and had an episode the second I got home and didn't have to hold it off. It was not a pretty sight. It's wearing off now a little.
I need to make some friends in Basingstoke, so that when I am down visiting with my family, I'll have a place to go to escape them. It was probably partly cabin fever down there that got me so worked up.
I have no plans for New Year now. My family are 220 miles away, my boyfriend (??!!) will be back at work, my best friend will be in the bosom of her own family (who have taken to rubbing their happy relationships in her poor, single, lonely face - my sympathy GKL), and all my other friends have gone home to the various towns across the country they come from. That's what I get for only making uni friends. I need to make friends with some townies.
So, my task for the next week or so, is to traverse this delight that is the interweb and find friends in Stoke-on-Trent and Basingstoke. Joy. Of course, I also have two exams to revise for, application forms to fill in for the Study Abroad programme, a complete shit-tip of a room to tidy up, and loads of other bits and pieces to work on.
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He does want to go out with me again. At least, that's what he said the other night. He can be a little... I don't think indecisive is the right word. He makes decisions, he just changes his mind frequently too. At the moment he wants me back, and i want him. I don't think we've definitely said we're back together, although the subject has been approached. I kinda want to leave it til next week. He's coming down to spend new year with me and we'll talk about it then i guess. I've told him that if he wants to date me, we actually have to go on a date. So we're going to see a movie - which one is still to be determined. That'll be our "first" date. If he stills wants it to be. And i'll have my boyfriend back. Against the wishes of nearly all my friends, but they aren't the ones who have to live with it. I'm the sort of person who'd rather regret doing something than not doing it. I won't pass up on this chance. If i didn't still love him it'd be a different matter, but i do and if there's the slightest, teeniest chance we can make it work, then i'm gonna try.
Christmas = family = insanity.
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Every year i come out of christmas insisting that next year i'm spending it alone, and every year i always end up back at my mother's house with her and my two sisters. With screaming and shouting, with one sister constantly pestering me to entertain her, and the other sister constantly acting like she's so much better than everybody else. I love them all dearly, but they drive me nuts. I've been here since half two on the 20th and i'm already going crazy. I wanna go home. Back to my room where i'm not forced into chores, or socialising or anything else. To make things worse, when i'm here i have nowhere to escape to. My bed down here is the sofa, and my room is the living room. When things get too much i can't retreat anywhere. One of my resolutions for next year is to make some online friends in this town, so that when i do come down to visit, i'm not forced to spend every second of every day in this house. So i have somewhere i can bugger off to. Friends i can hang out with. Maybe these visits won't drive me quite so insane then.
Heart or head?
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Just over a year ago I met a guy we'll call N. He was perfect. We clicked instantly on the site we met on, and then by email, and then on MSN. Then we swapped numbers and spent a week texting almost constantly. Then we met in real life. Our first date was at Manchester Science Museum, the Doctor Who exhibit. We were perfect for each other. It was love at first sight. For the first time in my life, I believed in love at first sight, because I experienced it. N and I were perfect together, I thought I'd found The One.
For a few months things were wonderful and lovely and perfect and I spent most of my time in blissful happiness. Then there was a blip. I had an episode and I spent a week depressed and crying and things, and when he came down that weekend (he lives 60 miles away), he sat me down and said "we need to talk." Never good. We talked. I cried. It came to a choice, he changes (he tends to close down emotionally when his depression kicks in), or I change (not be so clingy), or we split up. I said I wasn't going to make the decision, and I just cried. He asked if he should leave, and I just cried.
The biggest mistake of my life was letting him walk out. He got the last train home and my perfect relationship was over. Maybe if I hadn't let him get that train we'd have had a chance to talk about it and things would have been find.
For the next few days I begged him to meet me and let us work it out. By the Tuesday I'd convinced him, we met up, he admitted he was wrong and we got back together. That second chance lasted a month or so, then we split up again. I can't remember how, but after another month we started our third try.
Things were difficult, strained a little, but I was with him. I was happy. I loved him completely. He said he didn't love me, but still wanted to be with me. We were coping. Then his apathy kickd in.
N suffers from depression like me, and whereas my episodes make me clingy and desperate, his give him severe cases of apathy. Although at the time I didn't know that. I thought he was pulling away because he didn't care. After six weeks of him "not being bothered" to come see me, and not replying to texts and generally making me feel like shit, I broke up with him.
It was the hardest thing I'd done in years, and it hurt like hell, and I regretted it instantly, but I did it. And, probably a mistake, I kept texting him and I met him another time or two for fuck-buddy sex. The fuck-buddy sex faded. I haven't seen him in months, but we've been texting lots.
I still love him. I never stopped loving him. I got over him slightly, over the relationship we had. But he was the most perfect man I'd ever met, everything about him was right for me, and I'd truly believe he was The One. I couldn't let it go.
Then, over the past week or so, he's started to say certain things. Like, he wanted to see me for just a cuddle. And he got jealous about me and another guy. The sort of things he used to say. But I didn't get my hopes up. Hopes pinned to the floor. Hopes making love with gravity. I'm staying grounded.
And last night I got this... "I still love you. I've more or less been doing what a kid does and closing their eyes and going its not there anymore. Yeah I had my mood swings but after all that I still do. But you know its not fair on you, and stuff. Because we both know I'm a unreliable bugger at best and you can't really make a relationship out of that. Plus I've treated you really badly so I've turned you down because I'm guilty."
My initial response was... "I knew it!" I'm a miserable pessimist most of the time. But when it comes to love and relationships, even though I keep getting trodden on, I'm a ridiculously hopeless optimistic. I always believed (hoped/wished/prayed) that he still loved me, and wanted me.
GKL isn't happy. She hasn't been happy about me talking to him all this time, she's not happy about me meeting him for hot, kinky sex at New Year. She's frustrated and angry that I won't listen to her. She's scared and worried that I'll get hurt again.
I can understand her fear. I'm not stupid. I know I'll probably get hurt if I get involved with him again. I know I'll get hurt if I even keep talking to him. But... and here comes the head versus heart bit...
I can be miserable and depressed and alone 100% of the time. Or I can talk to him, be with him, and be perfectly happy for 30-60% of the time. The misery is still there, but there's happiness too. And how many women beg and pray for someone who loves them, that they love back? I have that! I don't want to let it go. I love him, and if I have another chance with him then why shouldn't I take it?
Urgh! I don't even know if he wants to get involved again. He said we can't make a relationship on him being an unreliable bugger. We can. I didn't know about the apathy before. If we got together, I'd be frustrated and hurt and lonely when we aren't together, or when he has a fit. But we'd be together at times, and happy.
It doesn't help that my best friends all think it'd be a bad idea. They're all dead set against the idea of me being with him again. I can see their points, but they can't see my heart. They can't know how I felt when I was with him, and how much I want to be with him again.
I don't know what's going to happen now. Maybe he'll want to get back together, maybe he won't. And if he does, maybe I'll say yes, maybe I won't. We'll just have to see, I guess.
I wish GKL wasn't so against it :( My biggest reason for saying no to him would be because I wouldn't want my best friend to hate me, but then I'd be scared I'd resent her. And I don't want that either.
For a few months things were wonderful and lovely and perfect and I spent most of my time in blissful happiness. Then there was a blip. I had an episode and I spent a week depressed and crying and things, and when he came down that weekend (he lives 60 miles away), he sat me down and said "we need to talk." Never good. We talked. I cried. It came to a choice, he changes (he tends to close down emotionally when his depression kicks in), or I change (not be so clingy), or we split up. I said I wasn't going to make the decision, and I just cried. He asked if he should leave, and I just cried.
The biggest mistake of my life was letting him walk out. He got the last train home and my perfect relationship was over. Maybe if I hadn't let him get that train we'd have had a chance to talk about it and things would have been find.
For the next few days I begged him to meet me and let us work it out. By the Tuesday I'd convinced him, we met up, he admitted he was wrong and we got back together. That second chance lasted a month or so, then we split up again. I can't remember how, but after another month we started our third try.
Things were difficult, strained a little, but I was with him. I was happy. I loved him completely. He said he didn't love me, but still wanted to be with me. We were coping. Then his apathy kickd in.
N suffers from depression like me, and whereas my episodes make me clingy and desperate, his give him severe cases of apathy. Although at the time I didn't know that. I thought he was pulling away because he didn't care. After six weeks of him "not being bothered" to come see me, and not replying to texts and generally making me feel like shit, I broke up with him.
It was the hardest thing I'd done in years, and it hurt like hell, and I regretted it instantly, but I did it. And, probably a mistake, I kept texting him and I met him another time or two for fuck-buddy sex. The fuck-buddy sex faded. I haven't seen him in months, but we've been texting lots.
I still love him. I never stopped loving him. I got over him slightly, over the relationship we had. But he was the most perfect man I'd ever met, everything about him was right for me, and I'd truly believe he was The One. I couldn't let it go.
Then, over the past week or so, he's started to say certain things. Like, he wanted to see me for just a cuddle. And he got jealous about me and another guy. The sort of things he used to say. But I didn't get my hopes up. Hopes pinned to the floor. Hopes making love with gravity. I'm staying grounded.
And last night I got this... "I still love you. I've more or less been doing what a kid does and closing their eyes and going its not there anymore. Yeah I had my mood swings but after all that I still do. But you know its not fair on you, and stuff. Because we both know I'm a unreliable bugger at best and you can't really make a relationship out of that. Plus I've treated you really badly so I've turned you down because I'm guilty."
My initial response was... "I knew it!" I'm a miserable pessimist most of the time. But when it comes to love and relationships, even though I keep getting trodden on, I'm a ridiculously hopeless optimistic. I always believed (hoped/wished/prayed) that he still loved me, and wanted me.
GKL isn't happy. She hasn't been happy about me talking to him all this time, she's not happy about me meeting him for hot, kinky sex at New Year. She's frustrated and angry that I won't listen to her. She's scared and worried that I'll get hurt again.
I can understand her fear. I'm not stupid. I know I'll probably get hurt if I get involved with him again. I know I'll get hurt if I even keep talking to him. But... and here comes the head versus heart bit...
I can be miserable and depressed and alone 100% of the time. Or I can talk to him, be with him, and be perfectly happy for 30-60% of the time. The misery is still there, but there's happiness too. And how many women beg and pray for someone who loves them, that they love back? I have that! I don't want to let it go. I love him, and if I have another chance with him then why shouldn't I take it?
Urgh! I don't even know if he wants to get involved again. He said we can't make a relationship on him being an unreliable bugger. We can. I didn't know about the apathy before. If we got together, I'd be frustrated and hurt and lonely when we aren't together, or when he has a fit. But we'd be together at times, and happy.
It doesn't help that my best friends all think it'd be a bad idea. They're all dead set against the idea of me being with him again. I can see their points, but they can't see my heart. They can't know how I felt when I was with him, and how much I want to be with him again.
I don't know what's going to happen now. Maybe he'll want to get back together, maybe he won't. And if he does, maybe I'll say yes, maybe I won't. We'll just have to see, I guess.
I wish GKL wasn't so against it :( My biggest reason for saying no to him would be because I wouldn't want my best friend to hate me, but then I'd be scared I'd resent her. And I don't want that either.
More essay fun
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Today I had planned to spend five hours working on my essay in the library before Cthulhu, right after I popped into town to get some food. Then I met up with GKL and she'd had a bit of a crisis, so I helped her and never went to the library.
It's okay, I'll spend all day tomorrow there, it's not due 'til Friday right?
WRONG!!
GKL and I were slothing on my bed and she asked if she could borrow the mini ruler in my filofax to measure her knitting. So I pull out the filofax, open it up to this week and....
Bollocks, piss, arse, crap, wank, tits, penis! Essay due in tomorrow. Oh dear. Where's the Pro Plus? Looks like I'm up all night.
Quick visit to Facebook to let everyone know I cocked up, cos that's what Facebook is for. And then I spot a friend's status. Saying she has a 3000 word essay to do. She's on the same module as me, but she must mean a different essay cos mine is only 2000 words. Right?
WRONG!!
So, not only do I have an essay to write tonight, but I have an extra thousand words to do. This was a couple of hours ago though. I'd already done 700 odd words on Monday, and it's now a finished first draft at 2200. Just need to edit, reorganise and pad it out a bit.
Still, a lesson has been learned. I'll never leave an essay 'til the last minute again after all this. Right?
It's okay, I'll spend all day tomorrow there, it's not due 'til Friday right?
WRONG!!
GKL and I were slothing on my bed and she asked if she could borrow the mini ruler in my filofax to measure her knitting. So I pull out the filofax, open it up to this week and....
Bollocks, piss, arse, crap, wank, tits, penis! Essay due in tomorrow. Oh dear. Where's the Pro Plus? Looks like I'm up all night.
Quick visit to Facebook to let everyone know I cocked up, cos that's what Facebook is for. And then I spot a friend's status. Saying she has a 3000 word essay to do. She's on the same module as me, but she must mean a different essay cos mine is only 2000 words. Right?
WRONG!!
So, not only do I have an essay to write tonight, but I have an extra thousand words to do. This was a couple of hours ago though. I'd already done 700 odd words on Monday, and it's now a finished first draft at 2200. Just need to edit, reorganise and pad it out a bit.
Still, a lesson has been learned. I'll never leave an essay 'til the last minute again after all this. Right?
Something in the water?
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I'm the sort of person who attracts a lot of attention. I'm 5 ft 11, quite large (aka fat), I have a gazillion tattoos in visible places, I wear odd socks, I'm a goth/emo/weirdo type. So I'm used to being pointed and stared at. I am (unfortunately) used to the odd "fat bitch" or "who ate all the pies" and so on. Random insults occur on a daily basis. The Keele campus is about the only place it doesn't happen, although I did get a stranger ask me "Should you be eating that?" the other day.
Today, however, things have been a little more unusual. This morning I was in Hanley for approximately two hours. For 40 minutes I was in the opticians, for 15 minutes I was in the bank arguing over cleared cheques. Within the other hour and five minutes the following things happened....
1) In Woolworths a little boy turned to his heavily pregnant mother and said, "Look Mummy, that lady's having a baby like you." I can handle that, it's cute coming from a toddler. But then the mother said, "No, she's just a fat bitch." People who insult me are bad enough, but teaching toddlers manners like that? And she's having more kids?! People like that shouldn't procreate.
2) I was sat on a bench outside a shoe shop eating a jacket potato with chicken curry (yummy yummy) and the manager came out of the shop and told me not to eat there because I was repulsing him and his customers. Fucking sod. I just ignored him. I wanted to go and pull all the shoes off the shelves but GKL, quite rightly, told me this was a stupid idea.
3) An old guy who was walking around holding a bunch of flowers and preaching about Jesus told me I was going to hell because gluttony is a sin. I told him that I was going to hell because I kill old men and wear their skins for scarves. He walked away.
What is it with the people of Hanley today? Still, at least these ones have never happened to me before. At least they were original. I do get a bit sick of the "fat cow". It's not very imaginative is it?
Today, however, things have been a little more unusual. This morning I was in Hanley for approximately two hours. For 40 minutes I was in the opticians, for 15 minutes I was in the bank arguing over cleared cheques. Within the other hour and five minutes the following things happened....
1) In Woolworths a little boy turned to his heavily pregnant mother and said, "Look Mummy, that lady's having a baby like you." I can handle that, it's cute coming from a toddler. But then the mother said, "No, she's just a fat bitch." People who insult me are bad enough, but teaching toddlers manners like that? And she's having more kids?! People like that shouldn't procreate.
2) I was sat on a bench outside a shoe shop eating a jacket potato with chicken curry (yummy yummy) and the manager came out of the shop and told me not to eat there because I was repulsing him and his customers. Fucking sod. I just ignored him. I wanted to go and pull all the shoes off the shelves but GKL, quite rightly, told me this was a stupid idea.
3) An old guy who was walking around holding a bunch of flowers and preaching about Jesus told me I was going to hell because gluttony is a sin. I told him that I was going to hell because I kill old men and wear their skins for scarves. He walked away.
What is it with the people of Hanley today? Still, at least these ones have never happened to me before. At least they were original. I do get a bit sick of the "fat cow". It's not very imaginative is it?
Thursday the Monkey
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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you.... Thursday the Monkey!
A bit of an experiment
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Every week I get an email that tells me the week's top five viral videos. This week I wanted to share one with the world and wondered if I could stick it in my blog. Then I thought about photos as well. I've discovered the functions for adding video and photos, and there's an embedding thing I've found. I'm going to test it:
That should, in theory, be the video. And this.....
Should be the latest Lolpet I downloaded. It describes my current mood perfectly.
So, to publish and to see if it worked.
That should, in theory, be the video. And this.....
Should be the latest Lolpet I downloaded. It describes my current mood perfectly.
So, to publish and to see if it worked.
Monkey news
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I have a very-nearly finished monkey! Thanks to work in the car on our (only mildly disastrous) trip to Birmingham yesterday, and this evening's Stitch and Bitch session, and an hour or two with GKL and new friend MR in my living room, and three hours of insomnia and bad movies (not impressed with Dark Knight) I have... stitched the body, sewn up the body bar a stuffing hole, made two-tone ears and attached them, made a tail and attached it and made a bloody awkward snout thing and spent at least an hour trying to attach that too. Now all he needs is eyes and stuffing. I can't stuff him before I get eyes on him, cos that's just silly.
I do have some safety eyes. I brought the biggest ones they had in Abakhan the other day, but having tested them on Thursday's face earlier they're ridiculously too small. Must buy big buttons. One more excuse to go shopping Saturday. Like I needed another one.
I do have some safety eyes. I brought the biggest ones they had in Abakhan the other day, but having tested them on Thursday's face earlier they're ridiculously too small. Must buy big buttons. One more excuse to go shopping Saturday. Like I needed another one.
Fully assimilated
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This evening GKL and I are going to Birmingham to watch the lovely Puppini Sisters. Since I had a seminar at 1, and am too broke to afford the bus home (yes, really), it was agreed that I'd spend a few hours in the library and GKL'd pick me up on the way out of town.
Not a problem. However, when I made this plan, I assumed I'd be frantically attempting to finish an essay and that the four hours would fly by quickly. I finished the essay during a six hour library stint yesterday - eventually. I finished the first draft and still needed five hundred words, so I went away and did more research and worked a bit more. Great, do a word count.... must be close... bollocks. 1000 words over. Took ages to sort. But sort I did. Finish I did. Print I did. Hand it in this morning I did. A whole day early too, go me!
But, that burst of enthusiasm and eagerness means I don't have an essay to desperately finish during this four hour library visit today. I could be working on the other essay I have due. Except that I left all my paperwork and my usb pen at home, not intending to touch it 'til at least Sunday. I have knitting in my bag - which is another story.
The monkey. I made it to Abakhan yesterday (which may be why I'm too broke to afford the bus home) and got a crochet hook and some double ended knitting needles, and a ball of pretty (purple, of course) Sirdar Click for experimenting with. Then I went looking for another ball of the purple wool with which to finish the monkey. No purple wool. I came out with a lilac-y one. I'm gonna do an insert for his ears, his bulbous mouth bit and his tail in the lilac.
So, I have knitting. I could go find a seat somewhere and knit. Except that I can't knit unless I'm talking to someone or watching a movie or something. I could listen to my mp3 player and try not to sing out loud, except that I left it at home. I brought my knitting for the trip to Birmingham.
I also have a book with me, Inkheart. For months I've been complaining that my American Literature module has left me with no time to read anything other than the required readings. Now that I've finished the last reading (not including re-reading some of them for exam revision) I can finally read what I want. I can finish Inkheart (which I started way back in October), except that now I can, I can't be arsed. Typical, contrary me.
So, what have I spent the last hour and 45 minutes doing? What am I likely to spend the next two hours doing?
Looking up knitting patterns. GKL would be proud.
Not a problem. However, when I made this plan, I assumed I'd be frantically attempting to finish an essay and that the four hours would fly by quickly. I finished the essay during a six hour library stint yesterday - eventually. I finished the first draft and still needed five hundred words, so I went away and did more research and worked a bit more. Great, do a word count.... must be close... bollocks. 1000 words over. Took ages to sort. But sort I did. Finish I did. Print I did. Hand it in this morning I did. A whole day early too, go me!
But, that burst of enthusiasm and eagerness means I don't have an essay to desperately finish during this four hour library visit today. I could be working on the other essay I have due. Except that I left all my paperwork and my usb pen at home, not intending to touch it 'til at least Sunday. I have knitting in my bag - which is another story.
The monkey. I made it to Abakhan yesterday (which may be why I'm too broke to afford the bus home) and got a crochet hook and some double ended knitting needles, and a ball of pretty (purple, of course) Sirdar Click for experimenting with. Then I went looking for another ball of the purple wool with which to finish the monkey. No purple wool. I came out with a lilac-y one. I'm gonna do an insert for his ears, his bulbous mouth bit and his tail in the lilac.
So, I have knitting. I could go find a seat somewhere and knit. Except that I can't knit unless I'm talking to someone or watching a movie or something. I could listen to my mp3 player and try not to sing out loud, except that I left it at home. I brought my knitting for the trip to Birmingham.
I also have a book with me, Inkheart. For months I've been complaining that my American Literature module has left me with no time to read anything other than the required readings. Now that I've finished the last reading (not including re-reading some of them for exam revision) I can finally read what I want. I can finish Inkheart (which I started way back in October), except that now I can, I can't be arsed. Typical, contrary me.
So, what have I spent the last hour and 45 minutes doing? What am I likely to spend the next two hours doing?
Looking up knitting patterns. GKL would be proud.
Essay Fun
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I've just spent five hours working on the essay I have due this week. I started off with 600 or so words, 150 of which were the bibliography and 100 were footnotes. Neither footnotes or bibliographies count towards the 2000 word total.
After my five hours work (which admittedly includes a hell of a lot of research - God bless the internet), I have 1216 words. Approximately 400 of those are footnotes and 200 are the bibliography. Which means I've increased my word total by.... not enough.
I still have more to write (obviously), and I know what areas I'm focusing on. I just need to do more research. I'm giving up for now. I need a break. I still have time, it's only Monday. Although, I did find out that this thing is due Thursday at 12 and not Friday at 12 like I thought. Oops. Still, I have tomorrow and Wednesday. I'll be spending all day tomorrow in the library getting more work done - after a quick trip to Abakhan :D
After my five hours work (which admittedly includes a hell of a lot of research - God bless the internet), I have 1216 words. Approximately 400 of those are footnotes and 200 are the bibliography. Which means I've increased my word total by.... not enough.
I still have more to write (obviously), and I know what areas I'm focusing on. I just need to do more research. I'm giving up for now. I need a break. I still have time, it's only Monday. Although, I did find out that this thing is due Thursday at 12 and not Friday at 12 like I thought. Oops. Still, I have tomorrow and Wednesday. I'll be spending all day tomorrow in the library getting more work done - after a quick trip to Abakhan :D
And another one bites the dust.
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Well, that was, I think, the shortest relationship I've ever had.
"You're so devoted to the idea of yourself as a persecuted alternative outsider that it's impossible to tell whether you're being genuine or not. I do like you, you're good company and fun. But, ultimately, I just don't like you in *that* way." - IMP
That's what I get for going out with boys I suppose. Maybe I should raise my lower age limit from 'legal' to 'grown up'. And maybe I should start looking for people who know how to kiss, and have a little more experience than 'none'.
"You're so devoted to the idea of yourself as a persecuted alternative outsider that it's impossible to tell whether you're being genuine or not. I do like you, you're good company and fun. But, ultimately, I just don't like you in *that* way." - IMP
That's what I get for going out with boys I suppose. Maybe I should raise my lower age limit from 'legal' to 'grown up'. And maybe I should start looking for people who know how to kiss, and have a little more experience than 'none'.
Updates and procrastination
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First off, second date went well :D We snuggled on the sofa and watched Blackadder, Batman and the Avengers. Yes, we're both geeks. Mostly hand holding, one kiss. He ended up staying the night because he missed the last bus. It was ridiculously nice to spend the night curled up in someone's arms again. I've missed that. Facebook status changed, therefore it's official. I have a lovely boyfriend. Sweet, slightly inexperienced, and lovely :D
Secondly, I have finished my purple knitted monkey. Sort of. He has the two heads, two bodies, four legs and four arms. He has two slightly odd-looking ears. I've run out of yarn before I could make his tail though. Need to go to Abakhan and get a new ball, and a darning needle so I can make a tail and stitch him up. Also need eyes. That reminds me, was gonna check ebay for safety eyes. I also decided he needs a bit on his face to make him look monkey-like. Will keep you posted.
Thing is, it's Sunday. Abakhan is shut. Can't finish monkey. Should finish monograms for my grandparent's calendars (one is all done, just needs making up. The other needs the background finishing.) Am actually looking for knitting patterns (not that I can understand most of them. If I like the picture, I'll bookmark it and get GKL to translate). And making a list of things to buy in Abakhan tomorrow. I want double-ended needles. At the Stitch and Bitch meeting on Thursday, C was making gloves on four needles. Since then I've been itching to learn how to perl (or is purl?) so I can do 2 x 2 rib. No idea what I'd do with it. I don't wanna make gloves, but I wanna knit something on 4 needles, in 2 x 2 rib. I'm weird. I don't have any yarn suitable for that, so must add that to list too.
GKL has a lot to answer for. I have enough addictions as it is, why did she have to give me another one?
And let's not forget the fact that while I'm wasting my Sunday afternoon thinking of more and more ambitious knitting projects (my blanket patches are on hold for while I'm my Mum's over Christmas, where GKL won't be able to bail me out of any mess-ups), I have an essay due Friday and another one due the Friday after.
I have started both essays, honest. I started the one due this week (Contemporary America) about a month ago. Did five hundred words, plus the bibliography. Had a good start, was on a roll. Haven't touched it since. The other one (American Literature) had to wait until after the Critical Report (aka essay plan) had been done, handed in and returned. I've had it a week. I really should start writing the essay. I've created a Word document for it. Typed up the title, done the header and the bibliography. All it needs now is words. That's the difficult part.
On top of essays and stitching, my room is a pigsty, I have washing up to do, and laundry. I have a Brownies' Christmas Party to prepare for, Christmas presents to wrap, Christmas cards to write, trash to take out, exam revision to do, a Volunteer Experience workbook to fill in, a Study Abroad programme budget to work out, survey reports to read for the Staff Student Liaison Committee meeting on Tuesday, and countless other little tasks to do/finish/start. But here I am, still in bed, completely unable to stop typing random codswallop on my blog.
In a few minutes I'll run out of steam and actually publish the post. Then I'll get on with essays and chores and stitching. Right after I've checked every aspect of Facebook, been on ebay and found stuff to buy next week with money I can't really afford but will spend anyway, checked all my email accounts, checked all my funnies (sites like Lolcatz and things) for updates and eaten half a cantaloupe.
Gotta love procrastination.
Secondly, I have finished my purple knitted monkey. Sort of. He has the two heads, two bodies, four legs and four arms. He has two slightly odd-looking ears. I've run out of yarn before I could make his tail though. Need to go to Abakhan and get a new ball, and a darning needle so I can make a tail and stitch him up. Also need eyes. That reminds me, was gonna check ebay for safety eyes. I also decided he needs a bit on his face to make him look monkey-like. Will keep you posted.
Thing is, it's Sunday. Abakhan is shut. Can't finish monkey. Should finish monograms for my grandparent's calendars (one is all done, just needs making up. The other needs the background finishing.) Am actually looking for knitting patterns (not that I can understand most of them. If I like the picture, I'll bookmark it and get GKL to translate). And making a list of things to buy in Abakhan tomorrow. I want double-ended needles. At the Stitch and Bitch meeting on Thursday, C was making gloves on four needles. Since then I've been itching to learn how to perl (or is purl?) so I can do 2 x 2 rib. No idea what I'd do with it. I don't wanna make gloves, but I wanna knit something on 4 needles, in 2 x 2 rib. I'm weird. I don't have any yarn suitable for that, so must add that to list too.
GKL has a lot to answer for. I have enough addictions as it is, why did she have to give me another one?
And let's not forget the fact that while I'm wasting my Sunday afternoon thinking of more and more ambitious knitting projects (my blanket patches are on hold for while I'm my Mum's over Christmas, where GKL won't be able to bail me out of any mess-ups), I have an essay due Friday and another one due the Friday after.
I have started both essays, honest. I started the one due this week (Contemporary America) about a month ago. Did five hundred words, plus the bibliography. Had a good start, was on a roll. Haven't touched it since. The other one (American Literature) had to wait until after the Critical Report (aka essay plan) had been done, handed in and returned. I've had it a week. I really should start writing the essay. I've created a Word document for it. Typed up the title, done the header and the bibliography. All it needs now is words. That's the difficult part.
On top of essays and stitching, my room is a pigsty, I have washing up to do, and laundry. I have a Brownies' Christmas Party to prepare for, Christmas presents to wrap, Christmas cards to write, trash to take out, exam revision to do, a Volunteer Experience workbook to fill in, a Study Abroad programme budget to work out, survey reports to read for the Staff Student Liaison Committee meeting on Tuesday, and countless other little tasks to do/finish/start. But here I am, still in bed, completely unable to stop typing random codswallop on my blog.
In a few minutes I'll run out of steam and actually publish the post. Then I'll get on with essays and chores and stitching. Right after I've checked every aspect of Facebook, been on ebay and found stuff to buy next week with money I can't really afford but will spend anyway, checked all my email accounts, checked all my funnies (sites like Lolcatz and things) for updates and eaten half a cantaloupe.
Gotta love procrastination.
Second date
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Tonight I asked IMP if he wanted to come round Friday night and let me beat him at Scene It. After he said yes, I asked him if he realised I meant it as a date. He gave me this adorable grin and said yes. I blushed for ten minutes.
I can't wait :-)
I can't wait :-)
Illness and Imps
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I have the plague. I have had the plague for weeks, and it's not going away. Last week it took away my voice for two days. My voice is back, but I'm constantly sniffling, I feel hot all the time, and I have a horrible cough. Oh, and a complete inability to focus on anything. Which makes seminars interesting.
In other news, I finally stopped being a wuss last night and asked IMP if he'd even noticed I'd been flirting with him, or whether he was just playing his cards close to his chest. Turns out he'd noticed, and that he's just difficult to read. It was a date Sunday, and he is "certainly looking forward to seeing where a relationship between us goes." (I omitted his spelling mistake). So, this is good. It's also slow.
I was in a lecture with him earlier, and I had my leg pressed against his, which was warm and felt nice. But that's as physical as things have gotten. It's very strange. I'm not used to non-physical. The last first date I went on, I brought the guy home and he spent the weekend in my bed. Maybe that's where I keep going wrong. I love physical, I'm a very very physical person. But slow feels kinda nice. I'll keep you posted on how it works out.
And another thing, I don't know what it is about him, but he makes me shy. And kinda reserved. There's a minor age difference between us - don't get me started - and in the lecture this morning I was wondering if he was still a virgin, or if he'd ever had a girlfriend. Normally, I'd just come right out and ask. I'm not the sort of person to hold back. I'm open and honest to the point of being rude. But I couldn't ask him. Not to his face anyway. Maybe I'll text him, or wait 'til he's on MSN next.
This whole dating-people-you-already-know thing is very strange. It's completely unlike anything I'm used to. For the past decade (urk) I've chatted to a guy online a lot first. We've discussed past relationships and sex and expectations and everything else before we even meet. That hasn't happened this time. I don't know much at all about IMP. I know he likes heroes and villains, and Terry Pratchett, and Blackadder (he was appalled when he found out I've never seen any). And I know he plays Role Play games, and he's messy. That's about it. This new way of dating is strange and weird and making me feel a little like a novice. That might be a good thing, I suppose. Might help make the age gap seem a little smaller.
Oh, and I just realised that I posted the address for this blog as my handle on MSN. He could be reading every word. Urk. Double urk. Not that I'll take any of it down. If he is reading it, it's a good way to tell him things I can't say.
In other news, I finally stopped being a wuss last night and asked IMP if he'd even noticed I'd been flirting with him, or whether he was just playing his cards close to his chest. Turns out he'd noticed, and that he's just difficult to read. It was a date Sunday, and he is "certainly looking forward to seeing where a relationship between us goes." (I omitted his spelling mistake). So, this is good. It's also slow.
I was in a lecture with him earlier, and I had my leg pressed against his, which was warm and felt nice. But that's as physical as things have gotten. It's very strange. I'm not used to non-physical. The last first date I went on, I brought the guy home and he spent the weekend in my bed. Maybe that's where I keep going wrong. I love physical, I'm a very very physical person. But slow feels kinda nice. I'll keep you posted on how it works out.
And another thing, I don't know what it is about him, but he makes me shy. And kinda reserved. There's a minor age difference between us - don't get me started - and in the lecture this morning I was wondering if he was still a virgin, or if he'd ever had a girlfriend. Normally, I'd just come right out and ask. I'm not the sort of person to hold back. I'm open and honest to the point of being rude. But I couldn't ask him. Not to his face anyway. Maybe I'll text him, or wait 'til he's on MSN next.
This whole dating-people-you-already-know thing is very strange. It's completely unlike anything I'm used to. For the past decade (urk) I've chatted to a guy online a lot first. We've discussed past relationships and sex and expectations and everything else before we even meet. That hasn't happened this time. I don't know much at all about IMP. I know he likes heroes and villains, and Terry Pratchett, and Blackadder (he was appalled when he found out I've never seen any). And I know he plays Role Play games, and he's messy. That's about it. This new way of dating is strange and weird and making me feel a little like a novice. That might be a good thing, I suppose. Might help make the age gap seem a little smaller.
Oh, and I just realised that I posted the address for this blog as my handle on MSN. He could be reading every word. Urk. Double urk. Not that I'll take any of it down. If he is reading it, it's a good way to tell him things I can't say.
Snow days, doctors and knitting
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So many things to write about, and I should write them now, while my keyboard is behaving itself.
Let's start with the weekend. The drunken Cthulhu session went well. Those guys are brilliant party guests. They came armed with LOADS of alcohol and snacks. I think it was a success. One of the few party attempts I've made that have gone well. I think I promised to tell you about one particular roleplay buddy. His name, for purposes here, is IMP. There's a story behind that, but you don't want to know. Over the past month or so I've found him increasingly more attractive, and (because we're mentally 14) my darling GKL told him I fancied him. He said that it would have taken him months to notice. He didn't say I wasn't his type (you wouldn't believe how many men say that), but he didn't say I was either.
Then, influenced slightly by alcohol on a night at the union last week, I asked him if he wanted to go see a movie with me. He said yes. Yay. The thing is, neither of us mentioned the word 'date'. Up until two minutes before we met up on Sunday, I wasn't sure whether it was a date, or just two friends going to see a movie. GKL had done a little research (she told him a little birdy told her we had a date) and he said "we might have ;)" I took that to be a good sign.
On with the date! It went well. We saw the movie, we had pizza. Nothing happened. No moves were made, but I had fun, and he seemed to. Then we met up with GKL because she had a crisis and we all came back to my house to decorate my teeny tiny Christmas tree. Comments were made by GKL and NW (my housemate) to the point where if IMP didn't realise it was a date and that I wanted him, he must be a complete moron.
GKL gave him a lift home and, naturally, did a little bit of debriefing. She reported back to me that he had a nice time, that he thinks I'm great as a friend, that he would like to see me again, and that there was a possibility of more. Oh, and that he thought I looked very nice. So, good. I think. It's been a long time since I've been on a first date. And I don't think I've ever been on a date with someone that was a friend first. All my first dates, since the age of 19, have been with people from the interweb.
Moving on... snow. It's two days into December, and it's snowed here on both days. I'm the only person hoping it snows every day. I love snow. It's very pretty. And cold. I like the cold. On the other hand, I have a bit of a dodgy ankle. I've damaged it enough in the past that last time (I chipped the ankle bone) the doctor said that it's more than likely I'll need an operation on the ligament if I damage it again. I was out shopping for approximately two hours earlier. In that time I almost slipped up at least fifteen times. I'd recommend to any gamblers out there that they take bets on me screwing my ankle up again by the end of the year.
What's next? Doctors. I've been meaning for ages to change GP surgeries, because the one I'm registered with currently are a) too far away and b) completely incompetent. There's one in Newcastle which would be perfect. The first time I went to register it was shut (apparently it's closed on Thursday afternoons), the 2nd time it was closed for lunch and I had somewhere to be. Today I finally made it. It was closed for lunch, but I waited, only to be told that I couldn't register there because I'm out of their catchment area. By three feet! I can see the edge of their catchment area from my window. Stupid people. That surgery is the most convenient for me locationwise, what with travelling back and forth to Keele all the time. But no, they have to be awkward. So now I have to find ANOTHER stupid GP surgery. Grrrr.
Finally, knitting. Or, more accurately, stitching. Having finished my Mother's Christmas present this week and realising I can knit as much as I want guilt free, I have managed to knit precisely zero rows. I started two cross stitched monogram calendars for my foster-grandparents yesterday. I got most of one done, and picked up my quilt knitting. I'm not sure if I've told you about my current works in progress (WIP) - but I'm making a patchwork quilt (32 patches down, 38 to go) and a purple monkey soft toy. I was happily knitting rows of a patch, when I had a realisation. In a week or two I go down to Basingstoke to spend the holidays with my Mum and sisters. I'll be taking various things to keep me busy. A Christmas jigsaw, a Christmas cross stitch kit and some knitting. Now, if I keep knitting my patches while I have spare time now, I'll have to take the monkey to Basingstoke. All good and well, until I reach the next stage where I need GKL's help. So, I've decided I'm not going to touch any patches until I get to Basingstoke. Monkey for Stoke, while GKL is available. Stockpile King Cole Twister yarn for blanket and take it down South in order to knit patches that need no assistance from GKL.
Phew! It's a long one, but I think I'm done for today.
Let's start with the weekend. The drunken Cthulhu session went well. Those guys are brilliant party guests. They came armed with LOADS of alcohol and snacks. I think it was a success. One of the few party attempts I've made that have gone well. I think I promised to tell you about one particular roleplay buddy. His name, for purposes here, is IMP. There's a story behind that, but you don't want to know. Over the past month or so I've found him increasingly more attractive, and (because we're mentally 14) my darling GKL told him I fancied him. He said that it would have taken him months to notice. He didn't say I wasn't his type (you wouldn't believe how many men say that), but he didn't say I was either.
Then, influenced slightly by alcohol on a night at the union last week, I asked him if he wanted to go see a movie with me. He said yes. Yay. The thing is, neither of us mentioned the word 'date'. Up until two minutes before we met up on Sunday, I wasn't sure whether it was a date, or just two friends going to see a movie. GKL had done a little research (she told him a little birdy told her we had a date) and he said "we might have ;)" I took that to be a good sign.
On with the date! It went well. We saw the movie, we had pizza. Nothing happened. No moves were made, but I had fun, and he seemed to. Then we met up with GKL because she had a crisis and we all came back to my house to decorate my teeny tiny Christmas tree. Comments were made by GKL and NW (my housemate) to the point where if IMP didn't realise it was a date and that I wanted him, he must be a complete moron.
GKL gave him a lift home and, naturally, did a little bit of debriefing. She reported back to me that he had a nice time, that he thinks I'm great as a friend, that he would like to see me again, and that there was a possibility of more. Oh, and that he thought I looked very nice. So, good. I think. It's been a long time since I've been on a first date. And I don't think I've ever been on a date with someone that was a friend first. All my first dates, since the age of 19, have been with people from the interweb.
Moving on... snow. It's two days into December, and it's snowed here on both days. I'm the only person hoping it snows every day. I love snow. It's very pretty. And cold. I like the cold. On the other hand, I have a bit of a dodgy ankle. I've damaged it enough in the past that last time (I chipped the ankle bone) the doctor said that it's more than likely I'll need an operation on the ligament if I damage it again. I was out shopping for approximately two hours earlier. In that time I almost slipped up at least fifteen times. I'd recommend to any gamblers out there that they take bets on me screwing my ankle up again by the end of the year.
What's next? Doctors. I've been meaning for ages to change GP surgeries, because the one I'm registered with currently are a) too far away and b) completely incompetent. There's one in Newcastle which would be perfect. The first time I went to register it was shut (apparently it's closed on Thursday afternoons), the 2nd time it was closed for lunch and I had somewhere to be. Today I finally made it. It was closed for lunch, but I waited, only to be told that I couldn't register there because I'm out of their catchment area. By three feet! I can see the edge of their catchment area from my window. Stupid people. That surgery is the most convenient for me locationwise, what with travelling back and forth to Keele all the time. But no, they have to be awkward. So now I have to find ANOTHER stupid GP surgery. Grrrr.
Finally, knitting. Or, more accurately, stitching. Having finished my Mother's Christmas present this week and realising I can knit as much as I want guilt free, I have managed to knit precisely zero rows. I started two cross stitched monogram calendars for my foster-grandparents yesterday. I got most of one done, and picked up my quilt knitting. I'm not sure if I've told you about my current works in progress (WIP) - but I'm making a patchwork quilt (32 patches down, 38 to go) and a purple monkey soft toy. I was happily knitting rows of a patch, when I had a realisation. In a week or two I go down to Basingstoke to spend the holidays with my Mum and sisters. I'll be taking various things to keep me busy. A Christmas jigsaw, a Christmas cross stitch kit and some knitting. Now, if I keep knitting my patches while I have spare time now, I'll have to take the monkey to Basingstoke. All good and well, until I reach the next stage where I need GKL's help. So, I've decided I'm not going to touch any patches until I get to Basingstoke. Monkey for Stoke, while GKL is available. Stockpile King Cole Twister yarn for blanket and take it down South in order to knit patches that need no assistance from GKL.
Phew! It's a long one, but I think I'm done for today.
Addendum
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Having just quickly read the other posts on GKL's blog, I feel the need to point some things out...
a) I used to be a stitcher; cross stitch, embroidery, etc. I was very anti-knitting. I was adamant that GKL would never get me knitting. Until a few months ago when I gave in. It's a very addictive hobby. I've been struggling to put my knitting projects down and work on the cross stitch Christmas presents I'd started. Last night, in an insomnia-induced burst of stitching at 3 o'clock in the morning, I finished my mother's Christmas present and can now knit as much as I want, guilt free. GKL has taken this (and my small purchase of fluffy yarn at a sale yesterday - apparently buying yarn just because I like it means I have a stash and am an official knitter) to mean that I'm a knitter only. I'm not. I still stitch. Occasionally. It's just not quite as addictive as knitting. My plans for 2009 include dedicating each fortnight to one craft only. I wonder if I'll be able to be faithful.
b) My name. My actual name is Colette, which is a lovely name. But over this past summer I had a bit of an attitude and outlook and appearance adjustment and changed my name to Cleo (not legally). Colette is miserable and mopey and does nothing and wallows in the past. Cleo isn't quite that bad. Cleo is my fresh start. And, to confuse you even further, Cel'eena Cree is my blog name, a frequent RPG character and other useful alias type things. Just so you know.
I think that's it. I'm confused. And cold. Need to put heating on. And cook pizzas.
Oh, and knit....
a) I used to be a stitcher; cross stitch, embroidery, etc. I was very anti-knitting. I was adamant that GKL would never get me knitting. Until a few months ago when I gave in. It's a very addictive hobby. I've been struggling to put my knitting projects down and work on the cross stitch Christmas presents I'd started. Last night, in an insomnia-induced burst of stitching at 3 o'clock in the morning, I finished my mother's Christmas present and can now knit as much as I want, guilt free. GKL has taken this (and my small purchase of fluffy yarn at a sale yesterday - apparently buying yarn just because I like it means I have a stash and am an official knitter) to mean that I'm a knitter only. I'm not. I still stitch. Occasionally. It's just not quite as addictive as knitting. My plans for 2009 include dedicating each fortnight to one craft only. I wonder if I'll be able to be faithful.
b) My name. My actual name is Colette, which is a lovely name. But over this past summer I had a bit of an attitude and outlook and appearance adjustment and changed my name to Cleo (not legally). Colette is miserable and mopey and does nothing and wallows in the past. Cleo isn't quite that bad. Cleo is my fresh start. And, to confuse you even further, Cel'eena Cree is my blog name, a frequent RPG character and other useful alias type things. Just so you know.
I think that's it. I'm confused. And cold. Need to put heating on. And cook pizzas.
Oh, and knit....
Inspired (or maybe just copying)
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So my best friend - the Glamorous knitting lady - has just advertised her blog on the Facebook group for the knitting society we set up at university. I read her first entry and decided to do my own. It's not quite copying, because I set this up ages and ages ago, I just never started blogging. Plus, I don't aspire to be the next Yarn Harlot.
Hmmm, do you know how annoying it is to type on a keyboard that has a three dodgy vowel keys? I'll give you a clue - VERY! I really need a new laptop.
GKL has a theme for her blog, her knitting adventures. I'm not quite sure what mine will be. Maybe something will emerge. Maybe not. Perhaps this will end up being years and years and years of complete rubbish. Still, it's not like anyone is going to read it :P
I can't write much longer. I have to go prepare for guests. Some roleplaying friends of mine are coming over for a session of drunken Cthulhu. Lots of alcohol :D You may hear more about one particular friend, but I'll tell you all about that tomorrow.
Ciao, Cel'eena x
Hmmm, do you know how annoying it is to type on a keyboard that has a three dodgy vowel keys? I'll give you a clue - VERY! I really need a new laptop.
GKL has a theme for her blog, her knitting adventures. I'm not quite sure what mine will be. Maybe something will emerge. Maybe not. Perhaps this will end up being years and years and years of complete rubbish. Still, it's not like anyone is going to read it :P
I can't write much longer. I have to go prepare for guests. Some roleplaying friends of mine are coming over for a session of drunken Cthulhu. Lots of alcohol :D You may hear more about one particular friend, but I'll tell you all about that tomorrow.
Ciao, Cel'eena x
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