9 hexagons to go

It’s the crochet tote I’m working on…

Whoa. Freaky dreams I’ve been having. Last night involved a shopping cart, crepe paper, and muffins. It sounds funny but these dreams have been at the site/time of places where I’ve had really good memories (like SciOly…like the last day of school this past year…you get the idea). So the creepiness of whatever I dream about distorts the memory I have for that place.

For example, I can’t remember SO 2008 as well as I used to a year ago. Maybe even a day ago.

It sucks even more because the dreams have been messing with my head. I can’t think straight, which means I can’t figure out WHY I’ve been having these dreams; therefore, I can’t solve the problem.

In fact, I’m so screwed, I’ll tag this post.

One more thing.

I finished the first toe sock. It’s cute, soft (Patons stretch sock yarn, I think), and really nice. I’m proud of it.

Problem is, the cuff is absolute crap. I knitted the 2×2 rib way way way too loosely and now it just flops over. Yuck.

Hooray. Hope you’re all doing better.

~lovehatelove~ (officially my post signature for the next 24 hours)

borderline insanity

not only am I bored out of my mind, I can’t find the knit pattern I need…anyone have a good pattern for cabled leg warmers?

what is my problem…ugh, i cant focus anymore…i can’t wait for florida. can’t wait. can’t wait. or at least until the next time I go to Setkins’ cuz I NEED TO LEAVE THIS HOLE.  (kidding, I dont really live in a hole, but it sure feels like it.)

Gah. Next time I’ll have something better to talk about.  Sorry whoever’s reading.

still too lazy to bother tagging these posts

hey, what do I care? it’s not as if anyone bleeping reads this blog.

I’m all alone, Angie’s somewhere above the Pacific Ocean, and everyone’s at Kennywood.  A great way to spend a day, right? Hah.

Yuck. My poetry has totally up and abandoned me. I can’t write anymore.

And yeah, I’m still twirling harder and harder, but it’s been taking more and more spins to make me dizzy enough not to feel crappy.

*sarcastic laugh* My parents actually told me I should get tested for depression. Pshhht.

summer’s getting to me

yeah…if i dont tag my posts…im sorry…im going ADD or something, I’ve been so distracted…look at my grammar…

ugh i’m also mad that i havent blogged in the longest time but I was kinda too busy living…doesn’t that sound funny.

hmm…let me add a splash of color

let me see, so I didnt get my A in biology … it was a 91.2% for the year. A 92 is an A. So how mad do you think I got?

and a certain guy’s b-day is kinda coming up, so karma had to wave its sorry little finger in my face and be like, Nuh-uh-uh, you’re not escaping the curse of Day 180!!!!! *cue scary lighting and cackling*

But nonetheless, I totally broke the curse. So hahahaha!

Even though now i’m kinda like, oh crap, why is everyone not believing me anymore…more long stories

but yeah…so it’s summer, i’m everything short of miserable, and i’m twirling my ass off, knitting my fingers off, and pulling Pushing Daisies marathons.

“paper planes” is stuck in my head

Why do I feel so wrong!?!??!?!

Okay…time for mindless venting/yelling that I may regret later but I. Don’t. Really. Care.

LD^2 and Psycho Pens Girl (bitch friend)…go fall off somewhere.

I can’t wait for next year.

I can’t wait a bit.

Gotta get rid of all these bitches I hang out with. Messing around with the nerds is so much more fun.

Setkins…DnD? (Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?!?! *falls over in seat*)

even chocolate can’t help me

Ughhhhhhhhhh. What is WRONG with me!??!!

Okay actually I do know.

• I have an 84 in biology and if I dont bring that up I’m gonna be majorly pissed at myself.
• I hate all my friends. (this is excluding my actual friends–you know who you are…)
• I feel lost … and hungry all the time (no, i’m not starving myself)

And that’s not to say that life hasn’t been totally on the upswing.

• I’ve been knitting my ass off…or my fingers, I should say.
• Things with that one person? We mess with each other as friends on a daily basis, and I like it that way.
• My parents are totally off my case, so yeah.

I just feel really grumpy. Must be mid-week shit.

Somebody call me…I need to vent…

Aarg.

parting notes

A lot has changed. And this is the last word on my life, for a while.

what’s-his-face and I are friends now…and it’s a long way back to normal.

I wrote a poem. When I get really mad, I write poetry. It’s kinda weird. (Most of it is meaningless venting.)

here it is, i guess. i feel kinda weird typing it here, but whatever.

over you
I want to be over you so bad and forget about it all
I want to know that I can still recover from the fall
I wish I could be stronger but all the doubts are holding me back
How will I keep it together when it’s all out of whack?
Everyone else is moving on, but I’m still asking why
I know I have to let go, but all I can do is try
I’ve been told too many times that it will work out in the end
But the end’s so far away and I don’t want all this again
I wish I didn’t have to feel this way, to you it’s all the same
I’m the reason my life sucks and the reason I can’t change
I thought that being friends with you would be the best reprieve
So why is my mind still filled with all the thoughts I can’t believe?
Nothing changes on the outside, I try to look like I don’t care
But when I try to hide it, you can still see the hurt there
I’m the one with the broken heart, and I’m trying to let it heal
How can I return to normal when none of it seems real?
I just want someone to understand me and clear out all the gray
Someone to come stop me before I throw it all away.

I guess this will be my final message for quite a while.

Goodnight blog.

Goodnight love.

aaagh i am so off…

Oh well.

As for the sitch with LD^2…Ick.

As for him…good.

As for life…happy…at least at the moment.

good-ish week

Well…Of course it wasn’t as awesome-perfect as last week, but now that I’m treating every day with what’s-his-face as an adventure, I’m feeling a lot better about the situation.

Like, I learned he apparently carries his books in a giant invisible pink sequined purse.

And he has invisible armor, so fro boy’s shoe missed him twice. (Don’t ask.)

But yeah…

Eh, and I “rented out” my English notes during study hall for two pieces of gum. And my other friend owes me two packs for another favor I did her. And some stupid sophomore (all my Spanish II class is a bunch of lazy sophomores) paid me a dollar to tell him how to say “What did she wear?” in Spanish. Sad but…I’m a dollar richer. Works either way.

Mondays are happiness

Heh. I had no idea I’d still be “boingy” as Setkins said after today, but I am, and I’m giddier than ever.

Whoa. Did I just say, “I’m giddier than ever”?! I must be on something…

Just kidding.

But anyway, my day started off well, considering we were supposed to have the freakin’ day off. (Bah. Oh well.) After lunch, I ran into HLT, which was like, OMG, and we talked for a little (turns out she and her mom were there to pick up her brother).

Then I went to catch up with what’s-his-face, and I was walking rather quickly to catch up, but he was apparently racing somebody and once he saw me, he was like, “Oh my god, now <my name> is walking fast!” and we “raced” (haha that’s so weird of us) down the stairs and I started going a little faster and he’s like, “You’re running now, that’s not fair” and it was really funny. Then he and I (and fro boy and another girl) walked to his locker, but then fro boy threw his shoe at what’s-his-face, and it missed his head by about a quarter inch. It was soooo funny.

Heh. And he started begging me for gum again, and I was like, Forget it. (I stood up to him!! Yay me, Tarkins!!) He’s so helpless without gum, it’s funny.

But yeah…The only downside to my day is that LD^2 figured out that I walk (“stalk” she says, she’s so wrong…he walks with me at his own will) with what’s-his-face to 5th every day, and now I think she’s jealous. *evil cackle* I hope she doesn’t try anything though…That would totally suck.

Dammit, LD^2…Don’t take my time. You have 41 minutes of his almost undivided attention in the morning, so get over yourself.

But I’m still boingy! Ha.

*flits* I love Skittles!