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Jul. 9th, 2007
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Jul. 9th, 2007 09:37 pmSo, I'm going to post this in a fit of insomnia. Because I have nothing else to do except for whine about feeling like poo and because I can't get to sleep.
My brother also called wondering what I wanted for my birthday on the 31st.
He's silly.
I'm of the opinion that I've got plenty of "stuff," but yet, I look at my mandolin without a gig bag or strap, or my two pieces of real garb (one undergown; one surcote; and two cloaks; one that's hip length and one that's floor length that mundanely I use as a blankey because it's just that comfy), and realise that even though I love my hobbies, I don't have much to show for them.
So I requested garb and mandolin supplies (seriously, I think I'm getting a strap for the mandolin, which is still unnamed, at the very least, from my family). I am, though, going to spoil myself rotten, and get in line for Deathly Hallows. I'm such an HP whore. It's pathetic, really.
I have an amazing mom. Really. She made me a surcote! I found nearly a full bolt of this olive drab synthetic (hey, at least I'll have something for fall events so I don't freeze my tush off) that's absolutely beautiful, and I took it on a visit with a pattern guide, drew it out, cut it, and voila, I have a surcote. And four pillowcases. Really, my mom is awesome.
Like I said in my voice post, I'm really getting into spinning with drop spindles, and it's something that I can do and watch TV at the same time. Now, I just need some more roving. Must have more. Otherwise, I'll have yet more boringness coming my way.
Speaking of SCA in an odd, roundabout way...I'm trying to see who is going to Feast of Eagles, and can either A) run through the 'Ville, or B) meet me in St. Joe, and head down and back. And I'll even pay for gas, too! My parents are moving that weekend, so my crash space has disappeared almost magically. And while we're on the subject of SCA events, I need to go to one, and soon. I hate being a hermit in the middle of Calontir with nothing to do. It's not fun, people. :P I'm even hoping to premiere a piece I've been working on for a good two months at Feast of Eagles, provided I go. And if I do go, I've got to be back for VBS, a baptism, and a farewell event at church the next day at 10:30 in the morning. It'll be like a military operation, really. :P
Well, I think my typing is actually helping me, in an odd way, get rid of my insomnia. I don't get it, but it's working. And with that, I'm going to bed. Sleep is good.
Night, y'all.
My brother also called wondering what I wanted for my birthday on the 31st.
He's silly.
I'm of the opinion that I've got plenty of "stuff," but yet, I look at my mandolin without a gig bag or strap, or my two pieces of real garb (one undergown; one surcote; and two cloaks; one that's hip length and one that's floor length that mundanely I use as a blankey because it's just that comfy), and realise that even though I love my hobbies, I don't have much to show for them.
So I requested garb and mandolin supplies (seriously, I think I'm getting a strap for the mandolin, which is still unnamed, at the very least, from my family). I am, though, going to spoil myself rotten, and get in line for Deathly Hallows. I'm such an HP whore. It's pathetic, really.
I have an amazing mom. Really. She made me a surcote! I found nearly a full bolt of this olive drab synthetic (hey, at least I'll have something for fall events so I don't freeze my tush off) that's absolutely beautiful, and I took it on a visit with a pattern guide, drew it out, cut it, and voila, I have a surcote. And four pillowcases. Really, my mom is awesome.
Like I said in my voice post, I'm really getting into spinning with drop spindles, and it's something that I can do and watch TV at the same time. Now, I just need some more roving. Must have more. Otherwise, I'll have yet more boringness coming my way.
Speaking of SCA in an odd, roundabout way...I'm trying to see who is going to Feast of Eagles, and can either A) run through the 'Ville, or B) meet me in St. Joe, and head down and back. And I'll even pay for gas, too! My parents are moving that weekend, so my crash space has disappeared almost magically. And while we're on the subject of SCA events, I need to go to one, and soon. I hate being a hermit in the middle of Calontir with nothing to do. It's not fun, people. :P I'm even hoping to premiere a piece I've been working on for a good two months at Feast of Eagles, provided I go. And if I do go, I've got to be back for VBS, a baptism, and a farewell event at church the next day at 10:30 in the morning. It'll be like a military operation, really. :P
Well, I think my typing is actually helping me, in an odd way, get rid of my insomnia. I don't get it, but it's working. And with that, I'm going to bed. Sleep is good.
Night, y'all.
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Jul. 9th, 2007 09:37 pmSo, I'm going to post this in a fit of insomnia. Because I have nothing else to do except for whine about feeling like poo and because I can't get to sleep.
My brother also called wondering what I wanted for my birthday on the 31st.
He's silly.
I'm of the opinion that I've got plenty of "stuff," but yet, I look at my mandolin without a gig bag or strap, or my two pieces of real garb (one undergown; one surcote; and two cloaks; one that's hip length and one that's floor length that mundanely I use as a blankey because it's just that comfy), and realise that even though I love my hobbies, I don't have much to show for them.
So I requested garb and mandolin supplies (seriously, I think I'm getting a strap for the mandolin, which is still unnamed, at the very least, from my family). I am, though, going to spoil myself rotten, and get in line for Deathly Hallows. I'm such an HP whore. It's pathetic, really.
I have an amazing mom. Really. She made me a surcote! I found nearly a full bolt of this olive drab synthetic (hey, at least I'll have something for fall events so I don't freeze my tush off) that's absolutely beautiful, and I took it on a visit with a pattern guide, drew it out, cut it, and voila, I have a surcote. And four pillowcases. Really, my mom is awesome.
Like I said in my voice post, I'm really getting into spinning with drop spindles, and it's something that I can do and watch TV at the same time. Now, I just need some more roving. Must have more. Otherwise, I'll have yet more boringness coming my way.
Speaking of SCA in an odd, roundabout way...I'm trying to see who is going to Feast of Eagles, and can either A) run through the 'Ville, or B) meet me in St. Joe, and head down and back. And I'll even pay for gas, too! My parents are moving that weekend, so my crash space has disappeared almost magically. And while we're on the subject of SCA events, I need to go to one, and soon. I hate being a hermit in the middle of Calontir with nothing to do. It's not fun, people. :P I'm even hoping to premiere a piece I've been working on for a good two months at Feast of Eagles, provided I go. And if I do go, I've got to be back for VBS, a baptism, and a farewell event at church the next day at 10:30 in the morning. It'll be like a military operation, really. :P
Well, I think my typing is actually helping me, in an odd way, get rid of my insomnia. I don't get it, but it's working. And with that, I'm going to bed. Sleep is good.
Night, y'all.
My brother also called wondering what I wanted for my birthday on the 31st.
He's silly.
I'm of the opinion that I've got plenty of "stuff," but yet, I look at my mandolin without a gig bag or strap, or my two pieces of real garb (one undergown; one surcote; and two cloaks; one that's hip length and one that's floor length that mundanely I use as a blankey because it's just that comfy), and realise that even though I love my hobbies, I don't have much to show for them.
So I requested garb and mandolin supplies (seriously, I think I'm getting a strap for the mandolin, which is still unnamed, at the very least, from my family). I am, though, going to spoil myself rotten, and get in line for Deathly Hallows. I'm such an HP whore. It's pathetic, really.
I have an amazing mom. Really. She made me a surcote! I found nearly a full bolt of this olive drab synthetic (hey, at least I'll have something for fall events so I don't freeze my tush off) that's absolutely beautiful, and I took it on a visit with a pattern guide, drew it out, cut it, and voila, I have a surcote. And four pillowcases. Really, my mom is awesome.
Like I said in my voice post, I'm really getting into spinning with drop spindles, and it's something that I can do and watch TV at the same time. Now, I just need some more roving. Must have more. Otherwise, I'll have yet more boringness coming my way.
Speaking of SCA in an odd, roundabout way...I'm trying to see who is going to Feast of Eagles, and can either A) run through the 'Ville, or B) meet me in St. Joe, and head down and back. And I'll even pay for gas, too! My parents are moving that weekend, so my crash space has disappeared almost magically. And while we're on the subject of SCA events, I need to go to one, and soon. I hate being a hermit in the middle of Calontir with nothing to do. It's not fun, people. :P I'm even hoping to premiere a piece I've been working on for a good two months at Feast of Eagles, provided I go. And if I do go, I've got to be back for VBS, a baptism, and a farewell event at church the next day at 10:30 in the morning. It'll be like a military operation, really. :P
Well, I think my typing is actually helping me, in an odd way, get rid of my insomnia. I don't get it, but it's working. And with that, I'm going to bed. Sleep is good.
Night, y'all.