Creeper blanket and time pieces!

So whatever convinced me that I could have this done by March 21 needs to be shot. OH GOD. What the hell was I thinking? I need to make 99 more of these things

< (These things here)

and have them all stitched together in the appropriate pattern before his birthday. Craps. As of now I have six of this colour done and I need nine total. 

Mathmatically (ugh) if I finish at least 4 a day, I should have three or so days left to block it out,sew it together, and weave in the ends (and by god I will use an Oxford comma!). Let's see how that goes....

In other news, I think I may have violently embarrassed myself in Vineland today by yelling out loud the phrase "I have gonorrhea of the face" at a red light while everyone around me had their windows down. Ooops. Went and did homework in the cemetery with Wallace for a while and hoped no one in my classes saw that.... 

On the plus side! I finally got my Star Wars watch in the mail from Amazon.com! 

Sexy sexy Star Wars watch..... 

At this point though, I wear my normal watch, my pocket watch (as a necklace) and this thing. I'm starting to think I'm a time lord.... 

#WishfulThinking

#ThisIsReallyNotTwitter

Hoping for more project and blogging tomorrow. Must keep everyone posted on my ambitions to start another Doctor Who scarf.... After I finish my dad's Father's Day afghan. 

Clearly, now that I am working, I have too much time on my hands.  

Oh god where have I been!? Also, explosions.

Short answer to that: Finals have started and then ended, and then there was Christmas, and then I got a job and the next semester started and oh sweet baby Jesus whose brilliant idea was it to sign me up for Italian!? But alas, I'm making myself come back and get into the habit of writing so I don't get fantastically out of shape and I don't forget everything my professors (and Jost) beat into my head....

But in other news, I'm starting my next big ambitious crafting project! A creeper quilt! For those of you who don't play minecraft, google it. Back? Okay. They're frightening pixelated little squares of explosion, and that gave me the brilliant idea to make the boyfriend a quilt using the loom I got for Christmas (don't worry, he doesn't read the blog). Pictures and hopefully more constant updates to follow (I hope, seriously, I suck at this).
Sssssssssssss *BOOM*

Dinner at Chris's. Or; How Decepticons invented Chinese food.

Well The Boyfriend comes over to kidnap me today because his mom is making homemade Chinese food (No, they're not actually Asian) and once we escape Brother Is At Ollett Central Madness, we make it to his house in one piece. I scoop out a decent portion of chicken and deliciousness and put it on my plate.
What followed went a little like this...
MUSHROOMS! YES!
*Stab with fork*
OMNNOMNOMNOM...nomnomnom?.....
What the hellassballs?
Oh.
It's a peanut.
*munch munch munch*

And repeat a half a dozen times until I finally catch on and stop getting excited.

Know where else I do this?

Any Chinese food with water chestnuts.
Hello fried rice and veggies!
OMG POTATO BITS!
NOMNOM-NO.
Not at all.
Not even a little bit.

But in no other food would I readily confuse peanuts with mushrooms or water chestnuts with potatoes. THUS, the conclusion has been drawn.

Chinese food was invented by Decepticons.
True story, folks.

At least there's still good guys out there. I love you, Snoballimus Prime. <3 

Writing crap

When recently (read; today) e-mailing my online professor*, he commented that "When you whine**, you do it with such grace and elegance!" and that it was a must that I take his next Lit class. Which got me to thinking about my writing style. I of course get my grammar OCD from my 12th grade English teacher (St. Rene Jost who called all of us in Advanced Placement "morons") and an 8th grade English teacher (whose only pet peeve was people who used "alot"). Fine, but that's just using proper grammar. I finally pegged it down to reading too much Robin McKinley at too early an age (possibly not possible, but 5th grade does seem a little early for Spindle's End, in hindsight). This early education in over use of parenthesis and rambling has possibly corrupted me for life. Now that I'm older (not wiser) and reading her blog, it's good to know that there are others out there that jump around (and asterisk the be-jeezus out of everything) as much as I was in middle school. Meaning that I was writing like that in middle school, and finding her blog in college was a wonderful confirmation of my madness.


* McGarvey's Modern American Literature. God, what an awful thing. Seriously, the Things They Carried? I've been bitching about reading that since high school.*** Who assigns that in college? I can't grouse too much about the class though. The professor is wonderful. The material... leaves something to be desired.

**I just assume the whining comes from my mother (Love you, mom. <3)

*** I'm looking at you, D. Wells.

It's going to be a long winter

Being as I don't have a job, and dad pays $5 a basket for me to fold his t shirts (not bad money when you can get it), that was on the agenda for today. So as I'm sitting in the basement staring at the wall and folding (man needs to learn to empty his pockets) he comes down and starts talking about the improvements that are going to be going on and how it's going to be woodstove season soon (very soon). I nod and keep folding, and as he heads up the stairs he goes "yup, this weekend, gonna clean out the woodstove and" *starts humming the theme from Bonanza.*

Wait, Bonanza? We're going to be watching Bonanza? Oh dear god. I'm moving in with Boyfriend this winter.