Wanna know something cool?

I love the internet.

I love the opportunities it provides me with. Simultaneously, I can download music, search for alternate ways to learn things like Physics (because, you know, my teacher doesn't make sense to me.), watch videos of people literally on the other side of the world, voice my opinion, AND not explode. It baffles me to imagine a world without internet and without computers, because in my 18-year life span, there has never been a conscious moment where I haven't had access to a computer.

The internet brings everyone together. It's the missing link of humanity, now bringing people's voices to the surface. Who knows? With the right people reading a blog, watching a channel on YouTube, or recognizing a person, fame is now an attainable, tangible, thing. If I really wanted to, I could get on websites and promote my blog. If I had another reason other than keeping those who I love in touch with my everyday life (And the desire to rant every once and a while), I could promote this blog on hundreds of websites and people would read. People could value, challenge, or support the words that I am writing exactly now. And how difficult would it be? Not difficult at all.

Limitless. That is what the future holds.

The internet allows people to connect to people. I've emailed a contemporary composer about how much I love to play her music on the piano, and she wrote back to me. I've emailed authors whose books I love, and yesterday I even emailed Claudia, who makes and dyes yarn. And you know what's greatest? I got responses. I didn't just get an automated "thank you for emailing ______. He/She appreciates your comments." I got full out "thank yous" from the real people. I've asked questions and they have answered me.

There's no opportunity someone can't seize with the internet. I took a SAT review course using webcams in November. I didn't have to go anywhere but sit somewhere comfortable in my room to learn all I needed to know about how to take advantage of getting a better score on the SAT.

I can't believe how much is on the internet, and how many people there are too! I play a game on occasion called Runescape. It's a MMPRPG (Multi-million-player role-playing game) There are seriously that many people registered to play a free game. Just logging on to the game connects me with thousands of other lives all across the world.

A few years ago I downloaded a program called Skype. I rarely used it, but one day I turned on my computer and a chat box popped up. It was a guy who I had never talked with, who said that he lived in Morocco. He didn't want my bank information, my Social Security number, or my home addess. He wanted to know if I was an American, and if I was, if he could ask me some information about how I, as an American, celebrate holidays like Easter and Christmas. He said he needed it for a class. "What is typical of an american holiday?" he asked me. And I didn't feel any shame in explaining to him what our customs were in America. That kind of first hand information wouldn't be possible without a plane ticket and a lot of money before the internet came about.

Blogging has become one of my favorite parts of my day. Because I can say exactly what I mean. I can express my own opinions. That's what's so great about free speech.

Further Not Procrastinating

I would like to point out here that it's definately BEFORE 10pm and I've already studied for my Physics test. I am on a roll here!

(Granted, this is because someone jacked my notes out of my locker. Which was one of the contributing factors to my black mood on Wednesday. So I kind of had to study if I plan on passing the test tomorrow morning.)

Which I would like to do. Please pass me!

Other than that, I have nothing to report.

This is my desktop background. It makes me giggle every time I see it!

The necessity for therapy

I wonder if, as soon as I give a pair of socks away, I will feel the instantaneous need to give all the socks I make away.

I was realizing today, as I was knitting that I underestimated the size of sock that I need. I slipped it on, and I instantaneously knew that it would not fit, but I figure that I don't want to frog what I've done. Because that's painful. And I don't like to frog things. But I figure that, as Stephanie Pearl-McPhee often says, "It'll fit someone!". I think that someone happens to be Brandlyn this time. But Shh. Don't tell her.

I knitted the whole leg AND TURNED THE HEEL (TRIUMPH DANCE!!!) and it's just so lovely. I want more of this yarn. I love it... I might have to buy more. Maybe. I'm telling you. This yarn looks delectible.

But anyway.

I noticed that, once I have established a knitted object (i.e. scarf, hat, mitten) in my mind as Something I Can Do, I tend to start only making those things for other people, and rarely myself. It's like, I get all of the Screw Ups out on myself.

What is this... Generosity? Love of gifting? (Hark! Is my Grinchly heart growing bigger? Fetch the Xray!)

I dunno. I will contemplate this. Perhaps in therapy. ;) Of course, this would be after I expressed to the therapist why I want to eat my yarn.

In which I do not complain

I am royally pissed off right now. At my school's administration. About our newspaper. And it's lack of distribution, or approval. Because it's so heavy on my mind right now, I had to mention it. But any further description will probably just make me madder, and frankly, just mentioning it makes me feel better. Blogging is therapy.

In other news...

I have this incredibly small amount of yarn left from my socks. So I was thinking about what I was going to do with it, and then it hit me: MINI SOCKS!

So this took me like... most of Physics, 10 minutes of Economics, and about 15 minutes of English class. It was so easy! I put my nametag in there to show yall how tiny the sock really is... And yes, they did spell my name wrong.

And look at the new sock I'm going to knit! Doesn't the yarn just look delectable? I want to eat it. It's called "Butter Pecan"... which frankly doesn't help the "I want to eat it" thing. (I may need therapy. ;) I don't know that eating yarn is very healthy.)

Oh, and while I'm being random (sort of), I just got back from work about half an hour ago and OH MY GOODNESS. It's a Tuesday. And it's Mardi Gras. Nobody shops! My sales quota for today was $500, and I barely scraped $350. I think I sold things to two people. Two people! In four hours! It's was slow, it was dull, and I couldn't just sit on the register counter and swing my feet back and forth, or even knit or something.

(Oops. I'm complaining. I said I wouldn't complain.)

Let's reveal the Mystery Object!

It's a wee little sweater for my favorite brown-eyed-boy. (Knitted from my new wool-stash. Pattern is from Knitty, called Penny, Only the pattern is whack and if you follow it, it gives you a k2p2 seed stitch. Very strange. Also, instead of just leaving holes for legs, I added the little leg cuffs. Just pick up around edges and knit 6 or 7 rows in stockinette st.)

Sorry

Sorry guys. If it rains (in Texas) later today, tomorrow, or this week, it was my fault. Know why?

I washed my car. Outside. In the sunshine. In the 80 degree weather. In my swimsuit.

It was blissful.

Today was gorgeous. 80 degrees, sunny, slightly windy. Truly the perfect day.

Six more weeks of winter my ass! I love Texas.

In other news...

Mystery object continues!!

Post 200!

I would like to dedicate this blog to you, yes you. Cause it's post numero 200!

We're doing a satire project in English class. Here's my project:

On Big Fat Piles of Clothing

Okay. Mystery object project a total failure, because I finished it all in one day. But know what? Unless you actually live in my house, you don't know what it is! So here's a picture that I took yesterday of my mystery object while it was in the works.




Know what it is? Know what it is yet?



In other news, I worked the 11-8 shift again today. My feet hurt. Look what happened over my lunch break in the dressing rooms. I dragged this out of our three dressing rooms in my area. Three.

I put all of the clothing on the couch outside the dressing rooms and spent the remaining four hours of my shift alternating between the register and sorting through the clothing. At the end of the day, when 8 o'clock rolled around, I had hung on rolling racks all of the clothing that wasn't in our area, and ran that clothing to the areas they belonged to. In all seriousness, it looked like Christmas again.