| dancing on the walls |
[06 Nov 2006|03:08pm] |
so, in my boredom of life, i have decided to weave some arm-warmers on my new loom. i wanted to weave a scarf, but the loom's not long enough, so the scarf would barely cover my neck. so... bad idea. some yarn came with the loom, so i'm using the red and the lavender to make stripes on the arm-warmers. i wanted to use more to mimic my leg-warmers, but after taking the yarn out of the ass-annoying knots the morons who made the loom put them in, i was exhausted and decided to fuck that idea. i plan to knit myself a black-and-white striped scarf that is longer than i am tall. because i always wanted one, and they're like $10 in the store, and that's just CRAZY.
also, carissa is apparently capable of making my uterus bleed. not two minutes after i had told carissa i hadn't gotten my period for the month of october and was hoping i'd finally be pregnant with Jesus, my uterus was like "*BLEED*" but not in the happy, normal kind of way. it was the comes-out-kind-of-brown-and-then-goes-away-and-then-when-you-think-it's-gone-giant-globs-of-uterine-lining-come-out-in-a-gooey-gush-of-disgustingness. that was SONOTPLEASANT. fuck you, carissa. fuck. you.
apparently everyone's been having extremely strange dreams lately, and i'm no exception. i blame menstration and too much salsa.
so i'm in this bar, which i think is Le Cirque from my NaNo, but it looks different, and kind of like the bar in Cheers. and sitting at a table with someone else, who i don't remember, and looking at this little page of some magazine that i'd torn out with a little blurb on Beatlemania. suddenly, the Beatles come into the bar. all four of them. apparently they are all alive in my dreams. and also, they're like the age they were when they came to America the first time. so i freak out and run up to one of them (don't remember which) and i'm like "GLUBBLRUEB autograph?" and he's like "okay" and signs it. but then suddenly my pen disappears. so i'm freaking out and trying to find another pen, when i finally do and realize i've lost the paper with the Beatlemania stuff on it which i was going to have them all sign, and so i run around looking for that, but then i notice two of the Beatles are missing, so i run around trying to find them, and i get all upset because someone said they just randomly died, and i was running around trying to find a fucking pen while they did. and i don't remember anything else, because it's all rather vague and there was something to do with a dark alley in the rain, but i can't remember exactly what. tres bizarre.
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