The Joys of Staying up Late

I get to stay up late. Tis Friday. Not past 1. Tomorrow...piano recital. The knitting store(for my Clapotis yarn!!!! Wheeeee!!) And. Yeah. Right now I'm pondering what to do. I prob should either knit. Or read. If I knit...I listen to Eldest. If I read...I listen to nothing. Hm. Too hard to choose.

Latin is over. Great Books is over. Greek is over. Writing is over. Math is...almost over. Next week...we use to actually finish up subjects. The last week in May, we use to clean up the schoolroom..file everything away...put everything away...and...yeah. Pretty much bask in the wonderfulness of no school. But saying we're doing school...while basking. It's complicated.

So yeah. Um. I figured out the next step in my little Veronique....Pretty sweet. I had to do the provisional cast on for pretty much everything. And I had to figure out how to get it all connected. Thankfully, I got it...with time, lol. So now, with that all figured out, all I need to do now is knit 10 1/2 inches...again, lol. But I need to hurry with that, cause I had to put my Clapotis on waste yarn, cause my Veronique needed size 8s...which I was using for my Clapotis...so yeah. I say that a lot. So yeah...yeah.

What to write about? *goes blank* I remember I had a list...but...now I can't find it. Which is extremely stinky. Alas. Heu. uh....alas. Yeah.

I can sit at my desk and look at my Wheelocks...and laugh. That sounded weird. Like...laughing like...ha I don't have to bring you to ballet on Tuesday cause I'm DONE with you and your many evil translations of Virgil. Note: I don't *hate* Virgil...he's just not my favorite. I don't have to open you up, sitting waiting for my class to start, with the mothers staring over my shoulder, wondering what in the world am I doing. But I'll most likely have to open it again...sometime during the summer. To review paradimes....and vocab. It'll be good for me, but it won't be my favorite. Oh well. Life is lifey.

I better go now. I want to...either read. or knit. Haven't decided which yet :-D

Bertie's my little baby-angel-boy!!!! Ooooh yes he is!!!!. *gets the kitty-kittys*

Grace

One of the many things that is my life.

I shall no longer try and fiddle with the fonts. Alas, no more bright colors. Unless it's *just* the colors...not how big it is...or if it's bolded. That's a problem. Ok, I just typed that looking in some weird direction, and it came out troklem. My new word. This is how my new words are born. Now you know. Feel honored.

My mom has this page-a-day knitting calender (I do too, but mine are patterns. Hers are like...insights, and tips and stuff) This was today's. I LOVE IT. It's like...my life.



"Knitting folklore says that if you knit a strand of your hair into your work, you will be forever bound to the person who receives that work. In my life, this means that a lot of people are forever bound to my cat."


Is that not me, or WHAT?! So, if any of you peoples ever receive something knitted...you'll most likely receive part of Bertie as well. If it's orange, it's Bertie. I loved that. and I HAD to share. The temptation was too great.

Call me obsessed. Don't care :-) I know I am.

*continues on in life*

Major Happiness. This MUST BE RED. It just HAS TO. If you want to, you can shield your eyes. But this must be said.


I HAVE ONLY ONE MORE MATH LESSON!!!!!!!!

now let's see if I can get the font back to normal, lol. hmmm...There we go.

So yes. There. MUCH better. I can't live life with everything italicized.

One more math lesson. Then a few tests. One Latin test on Friday, shouldn't be too hard (I hope). Writing...just one more day needed on my GB paper (woot!!) Um, Greek is finished! Ummm...annnnd, that's it! Dude, it's such a nice feeling when you can count what's left on...close to one hand! lol. *counts* Dude, I *can* count that on one hand! Yay, I'm so brilliant :-D


Knitting for Etsy -- Working on it. My mom said I could open things up once I have at least 5 projects that I can sell. So far....maybe...3 or 4? 3 need a little work, 4 needs to be finished, and 5 needs to be started, lol. My mom also said I could use those socks that I'll be knitting for that contest and sell them (that sentence made no sense...uuuuh. Maybe it did...anyway, you peoples know what I'm talking about....right?) The only problem witht that? The socks I make have to be *huge* (compared to the socks I usually make) Lemme start at the beginning...


My Sock History ~

It was very tragic at first. First sock class...things are awesome. Come home, I'm knitting the foot part. I get impatient (at the time, I had no talking piano to console me. ). I decide to ignore what the pattern says, by knitting to the 9 inches I need that will actually fit my foot. I decide that when I put it on and see how much I need left is a good measuring trick. *smacks head*. Note to any knitter: Even though you might be angry and annoyed with the pattern? Grit your teeth and bear it. It'll be totally worth it in the end. Anyway, those socks? Turned out HORRIBLY. The foot part, as you can imagine, was WAY too short. Since I knit like only 6 inches (from the heel, btw. Lol, my whole foot isn't just 6 inches long) The pattern was weird like that. But yeah. So. Horrible Pair of Socks #1. The pattern I used, I used for like forever after that, until maybe 5 months ago. EVERY SINGLE SOCK I KNIT. Turned out HUGE. GINORMOUS. AGGRAVATING. This is a need to caps. Extremely. Lemme put it this way...

Imagine yourself. Just knit a pair of socks. The yarn is ADORABLE. You love it. You finally finish those 9 inches, plus the toe. cast off...pull it tight. Put them on...to find that your feet are swimming in them. They're even big on your brother....who's feet are growing and huge. *double smacks head* Eeeevil pattern. Apparently...my feet are like...abnormal? They're different from everyone elses. People who have seen my feet....you know what I'm talking about. I'm an elf :-) Tiny feet. Narrow feet. Yeah. Soooo, my mom gets an idea. When we first got all our sock stuff, my mom got this book for *customized* socks. BRILLIANT. So, the other sock pattern? Had me casting on *64*!! Dude, that could fit around my arm. Now, I'm casting on 40, and following this pattern that's nice. So, hence the smallness? It's a fast knit. Especially when you're making half/ankle socks.

Now, my current problem? I can't follow *my* pattern for my socks, (though I'd like to, cause it's fast, lol) If I'm going to sell these socks to someone who lives in...like Arizona, or something, no matter what, these socks have to bigger than my normal ones. Look at the normal weirdo American. They're feet and legs aren't the most thinnest things in the world, are they? lol. When my mom told me this, (not like that, but the same idea) it made me laugh. But yeah.


Soooo...what was my point?

I forgot ^_^


Um. Yeah.

Also. More things coming up in the life of me. Piano recital this Saturday. Me in the program? Numero Uno! Jooooy! But it's also a good thing, cause I don't have to worry about it through the whole thing like last time. Last time, I was 2nd to last, lol.

and...June 1st...however many weeks that is away, tis me ballet recital. Got my solo memorized, now working on the fine-tuning, on pointe, in costume, acting, memorizing everything...you peoples know what I'm tlaking about.

Off to finish that Great Books Paper! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH! Lol.

*is extremely joyful*

Life is happy when you're optimistic. Extremely. So, it's really funny in Latin class, when someone chooses "Death" or something of the sort in pictonary...and we all come up with at least 10+ different synonyms for "death". Mr. Wells thought this was funny, lol.

SCHOOL. IS. ALMOST. DONE. YESSSSSSSS. I survived. That's a big wow. Life is kinda weird feeling when you don't have to read Aristotle...or Homer...of Thucydides.

One plus of taking Great Books?
You learn how to spell all the weird names of the people like the back of your hand. Before...it was kinda like..."Thusy...Thucydes...uuuh...I give up" Kinda that, yeah.

We end May, the 29th. Sorry, that HAD to be special looking, lol. When do you end?

What is ETSY????

Etsy...is...uh. Here. www.etsy.com. Just go there, lol. It's like a huge Amazon of handmade stuff, where people can sell all their crafty stuff. Jeff and Laurie were over here for mother's day (you peoples remember, right? see earilier posts) Annnd, they were like..."Here, there's this site, where you can sell handmade stuff!" While this was going on, I was knitting. I Love knitting...remember? Selling handmade stuff, like knitting? Plus me? Get the idea? If you didn't...lol. I'd sell my stuff that I make on there!! I've been scouring it to see what all the knitting stuff is like...it's sooo awesome. All the easy stuff is super popular (beanies, legwarmers, neckwarmers, scarves, fingerless gloves, you name it) Jo's going to make me a little banner or something, after I decied my name (Thanks Jo!!) take pictures of the stuff I have so far (which isn't much...short fingerless gloves...and I'm working on a pull-through scarf) post them, and get things going.

PEOPLES I NEED YOUR HELP. *points at you, whoever might be reading this right now*

You have a job :-)

1) I need help deciding on a *name* for my "store" type thing. I thought I'd use my old-time username...Little Minky. But I'm totally open for ideas! So, comment with ideas!!!!! Please :-D

and 2) Once I set everything up? TELL YOUR FRIENDS. TELL YOUR FAMILY. TELL....not *everyone* (meaning like some weird emo looking dude you see at the mall. That'd be bad.) but you know what I mean. My Mom thought I should advertise everything on here. And on Facebook (oh, the joy of notes!). And, maybe other places.

Anyway. All in favor say AYE. But, this vote doesn't really matter...cause I"m doing it anyway. Seemed like a good ender thing for that rant.

Little Dorrit is awesome. It's sweeeet. But...morbid...in a good way, lol.

Annnnd..

My nose is peeling. Joy.

*smiles*

Toodles!

Quote of the Day...

I wear black. So I look lighter. Right? Yeah...
Luther Crank ~ Christmas with the Cranks


Yep. That's me. Pretty much. Also, wearing red makes me look *less* red. Which is good.

The Beatles and Aloe Vera

Aloe Vera is my best friend. My hands shall be foreverly sticky. Joy. 

For Mother's Day, my mom wanted some Beatles music she could bike to. So, my dad went to this Russian site where we can get the music really cheap, and got all these old songs. I burnt them on a cd. Now. I'm sitting next to our cd player thingy in our living room...listening to the Beatles. And...it sounds kinda...soothing. Call me weird, but it's true. Lol. The music has really weird twists to it...like, there's one song where it's got this weird noise that reminds me of the super old Super Mario World, for the Nintendo 64.  

Jeff and Laurie are here. Eating lunch. I'm sitting here, feeling really sleepy. Katie's...napping, lol. Mom and Dad are talking to J&L while they eat. The Beatles playing in the background. 

One super fun thing about the weekend. Katie, usually likes to just lay in the sun..not really get in the pool. THIS TIME. She got in. Swam. Played games (Marco Polo, and catch) and raced. It was like...going back to childhood. It's evil, when people get too old, when they think that doing things they did when they were kids, that that's stupid, and there's no way they'll be caught dead doing that again. I'm glad Katie isn't like that. Oh, we also did Weeki-Washi Mermaid. 

Weeki-Washi Mermaid: When I was little, Katie would pick me up, and I'd do these crazy movements and positions while she walked around. 

This time...doing Weeki-Washi Mermaid wasn't as easy as it was when I was 7, lol. Katie said I was heavy after 10 minutes of holding me. Racing was total fun. Katie and Jeff used to be really big on a swim team, before and a little after I was born. So, I like grew up with swimming. Swimming laps, flip turns, you get the idea. Anyway, so like, when we built the pool, my dad wanted it so it'd be long enough so he could do laps in it if he wanted to. After that, I started swimming laps, and really enjoying it. Lol, but I don't want to join as swim team...ballet and biking is enough for me. So, then. My dad teaches me some stuff, we race a lot, I get better. Then, Katie comes, and I get to race her :-D Little does she know :-D. She didn't know that I like to swim laps...lol. Marco Polo is also suuuuper fun. Another thing, like Weeki-Washi Mermaid.  Do it as a kid, have a huge-o break, one day do it again with siblings, I feel like I'm 10 again. Ok, that sounded weird. Like...I'm super old, and I'm reminiscing my childhood. Creepy. Anyway. We played this a lot when we were in Ponca. My dad joined in. And yeah. It was a lot of fun swimming with Katie again. I hope we can do it again next time. But anyway. Siblings are awesome. Nothing better than them. 

So, Katie and I got reallllly badly sun tanned. Right now, it's a sun burn, but it'll (hopefully, in my case) fade to a tan, lol. So, the day we got it, we were going out to eat with my extended family for various birthday dinners. (For Katie -June 2nd- and my uncle -May 4th-) After that, we had to run to the HEB (meaning, grocery stores for people who don't know) and other places to get stuff before we went home. There were a couple of guys who were around Katie's age, who like commented on how we had gotten a LOT of sun. One guy, was super creepy. He checked us out at the HEB. He had really long hair. He had really bad teeth. And his name was John. Creeeeeeeepy. Also, cause he kept talking about it. Like, how he couldn't go outside cause "he burns really easily"

I better go...maybe more later. 

*waddles everywhere*

Uh. I'm Fried. Seriously. There shall be pictures. I Hope. There. Shall be proof. I. Love. Every short. Sentences. Yes? Yes. Annoying? Maybe. I'll stop.

Ok, I'm waddling around, cause. My legs..are like...it hurts to bend them. Hey, you. Could you pass the aloe vera? I'm in dire need here. My back? Same thing. Except, weird thing...all of it's this dark redish brownish thing, execpt this one white strip, that's either where I was not showing anything, cause I was laying on my back, and my arms were like...on either side of the raft thinger. So, yeah. My back coloring...is like weird. Lol.

My face? Miss. Racoon eyes. Katie's even worse though. She's like...Miss. Extreme Racoon Eyes.

Anyway. There's more. The weekend has been PACKED full of funny stories. So. Yeah. Once things quiet down, and katie leaves. THEN I'll start writing. My fingers shall become a bluuuur. Lol.

G'night! *waddles off in major pain just by moving her shoulders* Ooooow. o.O