Catch-Up

Guess what:

I'm addicted to knitting

and I might end up in a band

Phwoar.

I finally started to realize what it is I've been wanting, what it is I've been doing wrong this whole time, and how I was going to change it - all to find out that my timing is horrible, that I'm probably far too late, and that I completely deserve it. I always thought I was playing it careful, but I've been playing it completely wrong, and now I have no idea what to do. I guess it's time to find my cave for real this time.

Or shut my face up and go make some bread. Yeah, that sounds good. :D

On Valentine's Day

How does the observance of a day of martyrdom evolve into a day of romance? Well, there are a couple historical-based theories involving secret marriage performances and the misinterpretation of poetry, so that's understandable. (Shush-don't call me a nerd.) But then how does a celebratory day of romance turn into a once-a-year show of affection?
Where Valentine's Day is concerned, I would much rather spend the entire year doing little romantic things for one another than to expect an expensive piece of jewelry or a reservation at an upscale restaurant for one night. It makes me sad to think of all the people who expect these great and expensive things, who depress themselves if they are disappointed. Why do we represent something as immaterial as love with the most material of gifts? I just want to live every day with my significant other so that we don't feel we need a holiday to recognize how we feel about each other.
'Nuff said.
So there, to all you who said I was a love-hater!

Hum

Breakfast on the hood and then you
Get behind the wheel
Grey houses pass, their shadows cast
Upon our broken deal
Raindrops fall and catch the sun, all
Curious and bleak
And you don't speak, so all that's left for
Me to do is think

Would you feel my touch and know how much
It means to me?
Could I look into your eyes and cry
Believe me?
Could I waste a day or two beside you
Wondering
What happened then?

Your smile lights a place inside that
I don't always feel
But it tears a piece away to know
That it isn't real
I've always given truth to you, when
Truth is what you ask
And though I'm right here next to you,
you think I'm somewhere else

Would you feel my touch and know how much
It means to me?
Could I look into your eyes and cry
Believe me?
Could I waste a day or two beside you
Wondering
What happened then?
Will it happen again?

Sexycoat

So you know that coat I've been working on for a few years?

VICTORY!!!

I so finished it. Here it is:

I'm just too happy.
Now to work on the hoodies that were supposed to be my siblings' 2008 Christmas gifts.

Trebuchet, Bold and Gray

I had my final Final yesterday! I love school and everything, but I was soooo glad to get this semester done and over with. It was just too much with work and music and everything. I have too much for this next year that I am going to focus on - writing music, designing clothing, my trip to the U.K., my own photography, etc. - so I probably won't be going back to school for a while. I have finally come to terms with myself and the fact that I don't function the same as everyone else, so I'm just going to do things my way, even if it takes me forever to do it.

I'm looking at my fingernails and how long they are, and it makes me happy at first, because my hands don't look half so manly as they do when my nails are short, but then I look at them more and it makes me sad, because it means that I haven't played guitar in a long time. Granted, I have had lots of school stuff to work on, but I really should make more of an effort to find time to play.

I got a free Christmas tree! I really liked the real tree I had last year, but having a real tree is pretty much a mistake if you have cats. Like I do. Of course, cats will climb any tree, whether real or fake, but real trees means hundreds of pine needles all over the floor with every mad antic of a cat. So a coworker gave me a fake tree for free! Apparently she changes her tree every year and has too many. It's a slimline, but I really like it. I haven't noticed any broken or missing ornaments, and I haven't caught a glimpse of a cat dragging off one of my feathered birds either, which is huge.

And now, for your viewing pleasure- Since it's been so long and you are feeling so deprived, here are some photographs I took for school on SLC urban minimalism. Enjoy.


P.S. any of you folk who live near Magna (or who would take a trip to Magna for an excellent reason such as this), I suggest you visit the Kiwi Bakery. New Zealand food. Oh delicious. Eat there. Just do it.

*sniff*

So, at work I got moved to a new cubicle - cubie no. 7 in 4 1/2 years - so I'm back in the room I was in the first 2 1/2 years of my employment. I went into the bathroom, which I haven't been in for 2 years, and guess what?

It still smells like My Little Ponies.

I have got to figure out why.

(P.S., you do know what I mean when I say it smells like MLP, right? That sugary-sweet smell that came with practically all soft plastic toys made in the 80s? Seriously guys.)

And, specifically for YOUR enjoyment (or purely my own), a photo depicting the ultimate mesh of My Little Pony and 80s film: