Friday, November 28, 2008

My plans.

When I am done with NaNoWriMo, if I shall ever be (I am behind, at 30003 words out of 50000), I want to do some stuff to 'get loose'. Well, that's how other people put it, but I would just say, to rest.

I want to embroider things, possibly, but my mainest concern is to knit and crochet different odd things; I want to learn more complicated crochet patterns (so to speak), and make myself a wool hood, with some sort of fabric inside so it doesn't poke too much.

By a hood, I mean a winter hood, all warm and thick, with tails that could wrap around my neck or do some other thing, to keep warm.

I should also crochet a nice, long, wide scarf. Wide... somewhere around 1 1/2 feet wide. Long, possibly four feet. I am serious and plan to be ready when it's January and February and it wants to go down below zero. Oh, and leg warmers. Probably knitted tightly, so it doesn't breathe so much. I used to knit really loosely, but sometime this year or last I got used to knitting however I wanted to, and to try to keep the same width of knittage, so to speak.

I am not using the useful terms you know.

I also want to make a big, crocheted shawl.
Which I found on , when I was looking at different photographs. Yayy, I love Civil War dresses. I used to think I wouldn't like them, just because when I was really little, I was insane about them, and as I got older my true passions seemed to come out, or obsessions. But, apparently, I have studied them more and like them more than I did then.

Here are some crochet patterns-or-whatever-they're-called I found 'long the way:

I hope the links work. I was thinking I could practice those pieces, and then after learning how to do particular parts of them, make weird things from that. I need to practice somehow. ;)

This should be what I wanted it to be. Rather nice little thing, whatever it is.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


I have pointless subjects, right?

Let's see what I manage to put on for folksy music stuff.

I am learning Hungarian now. One of my dear friends is teaching me, and I'm glad of it. But I can't say anything yet, except some numbers. And I feel stupid about it because I might be dreaming I know it.

In any case, there isn't much well to be said, except I broke my eyes yesterday reading Shakespeare's Richard III, not to its discredit, and had to make cookies and listen to David Copperfield, read by my mother. I like that book, even if the Jenii doesn't. Let it be.

Personally, I feel as though I've spent my life on math, Pirates of Penzance, and not sleeping well. Happy day, happy life, for I haven't good to say. Should I write you a poem?

No, I can't. But I could write my NaNoWriMo story.Yes. Did I tell about NaNoWriMo? Well, I'm not finding out now, for I'm lazy.

Good-bye. Go get stuck in a water barrel so I don't have to write any more pointless posts. Mweh heh heh.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

A prayer request

Please pray, if you ever see this, anyone, that my arms and hands don't do too bad- I have eczema 'round my hands, up to my elbows about, I think, maybe farther... and it's rather reacting now in the winter dryness.

Also, I'm rather depressed. I need prayers on that that I get cured and happy... I'm much better on blogs when I'm happy. In fact, I'm brilliant when I'm happy. :) So I ask you to pray, so that I can be brilliant and write stupid poems again...

and sorry there isn't a YouTube thing on here. *fishes one up*
Like this one a lot, listen to a lot by these two peoples and Grainne Hambly. That is, if I find them, and if I don't go head-first after another thingamabobby. Grainne is one of my liked Irish names, too... but I like so many it's hard to count. It means 'grace', and something else I forgot.

Well, school goes on as it didn't ever do. I about went mad over my math today, and got angry at my siblings about ten-thousand times because I can't be patient and contain myself... due to my brain's rewiring, I think. That's why I'm depressed. And my arms hurt... my elbows I notice more because I use them so much.... paiinnnful. They're all swelling and red and scalish.


Pray ever and evermore. I hope my blog isn't a blot of useless bogginess. I'm the glummest thing in the house right now because it's very hard to smile or laugh... and I look like I haven't smiled for about ten years. Honestly. It really surprises me. I think I should write on my blog more; I'll try. I'll try to say something interesting. If I try to force things out of me, I may get happier about it. Pray, pray, pray!!! Pray if you may!

*disappears most flashingly in a spray lucis (of light, in Latin... ah, Latin, it haunts me!)*

Monday, November 10, 2008

Veni. Vidi. Nunc scribo.

La Partida. Figure it out.

Well. I have come back from sublife. Or at least, a way of.... living that is rather sub. Does that make sense?

Well, of course not. I wonder what I should say.

I think I should post because I have an obligation to post if I make a blog. However, if I do post, what I say will be utterly pointless. Most overrated phrase.

I suppose I can only ask for those of you who view this to pray for me because I'm doing rather badly. I'm quite deflated. And there's not much to be said because it's been said.

So, ta-ta for now. The shortest post? Likely.

*edits randomly* I do not fail to recognize after viewing ancient photos that Noah's hair is very different from how it used to be. Much darker and deeperish. And he's way... differenter. *disapperas vaporically*