your heart is ripshit

okayyyyyy so knitting group didn't happen last night. the girl who is always there posted on ravelry that she wasn't coming, so we opted not to go because last time it was just that girl and one other girl, and the other girl did not seem to find us as delightful as we find ourselves. haha. so we went to the regular green line by ourselves and drank a billion iced coffees and knitted.

i hope my uh, "thing" with iced coffee clears up soon because i've been on a medical cornholio watch for like 2 weeks because i keep drinking 230293 of them.



we had a pretty good time as usual. there were two other cute girls there and i talked to one about my glasses and gave her the name of the ebay seller who makes my frames/the place i get my prescription put in them:


i bought both pairs... and a pair in solid black

and it was like the perfect moment for us to make a friend move and i choked ! usually in situations like that i'm like HI I'M ROXY DO YOU GUYS WANT TO BE FRIENDS (#@@)(#$)( and for some reason i didn't say anything... even though i wrote one girl a note with the ebay stuff, and told her that we would, ahem, be twins forever.

mouse met up with us after that and we had a good time with him, mostly because he had low blood sugar and was being really funny. his exciting news of the day is that he bought a yoga mat that used to belong to someone we know at the thrift store (don't worry, after going to jiu jitsu class with college dudes he is really careful about disinfecting stuff !).

on our way home we saw a beautiful fluffy tortie who we see all the time. it's like, the cutest most beautiful cat i've ever met and she makes pizza look like creamed crap and i can't believe her irresponsible owners let her outside? like not only for all the reasons no one should EVER EVER EVER let a cat outside (no exceptions, don't care if you had an outdoor cat who lived 17 years because for every cat that lives 17 years there's about 500 that get stuck/lost/killed by a car/killed by an animal/killed by a person/caught on a fence/got wounded or diseased/ate or drank something poisonous/picked up by animal control and euthanized/tortured/injured etc. and also cats kill tons and tons and tons of small birds and mammals), but i'd be afraid that someone would steal her because she's the most beautiful cat ever who LIKES BELLYRUBS?


this cat is a MERE SHADOW of this other cat

what else? oh, i got my yarn for the nightingale socks:


by vintagepurls on ravelry, though these were knitted by pSTATqueen

i went with the stroll tonal yarn from knitpicks and it's fucking beautiful. how many times have i said "beautiful" in this entry?

i'm not doing much this weekend- knitting, iced coffee, doctor who, possibly watching mike and mouse box, saying weird shit with christina.

p.s. we named that tortie "randy"? don't know why.
p.p.s. june 5 2010 = my birthday party. put it on your calendar.
p.p.p.s. the rest of my team is on a retreat today (a lot of it is about fundraising stuff so i don't have to go !) and it's the best quietest.

my mirrors are black

how's it going dudes ! yesterday was an annoying stressful day at work- i now have one popeye arm from stapling stuff. i guess the event went really well so it was worth it, and my schedule is almost totally clear today.

the most exciting thing about yesterday is that i drank 44 ounces of iced coffee, which probably doubles the amount of iced coffee i've had in my life (i guess triples, i've had it a few times recently), so i was like cornholio after dark last night and couldn't sleep and couldn't stop annoying everyone. i had a wawa iced coffee and an iced mocha from gia pronto.



the iced mocha tasted too much like real, good coffee which isn't something i'm into though. despite being a purist about a lot of really unimportant things, i only like coffee that is made from a lot of sugar and cream and like the air that surrounds a coffee bean.

last night i mostly hung out with christina and tried to get our DVR box working. i was on the phone with stupid comcast for over an hour while the dude ate into the phone and patronized me by making me turn my tv on and off and stuff ! what a butthole. we watched some terrible episodes of SVU and sang songs to each other. generally we put whatever we're doing into whatever song we hear but we're also pretty committed to doing that every chance we get and we end up with a lot of like, really lazy weird unfunny output? last night i had "i'm gonna get you" by bizarre inc. in my head ("WHY WASTE YOUR TIME, YOU KNOW YOU'RE GONNA BE MINE !")



and it resulted in gems like, "why waste your hoagie, you know it's gonna be mine" and "i'm gonna get you pizza, i'm gonna get you yes i am" (my cat is named pizza, if you didn't know, we didn't just stick to food ones).

i cut my bangs which was really stupid- i don't really understand how to do it but i'm in desperate need of a haircut. my bangs are also tricky even for another person because i have two big cowlicks in my bangs and i also don't have depth perception. i ended up with this:


i cropped this cause i thought it looked weirder

what the fuck? haha. i was so proud of myself but now that i looked at that picture, they don't even look close to even. i dyed my hair after that because i had two inches of roots



and it looks pretty good even though i didn't have enough dye for my whole head and kind of haphazardly smushed it all over my head without looking !

oh ! that reminds me. the other night christina and i were (again) watching SVU, and there was a scene where stabler had his shirt off


this is from "bored hunks" magazine

and christina made some appreciative noise, and my response was "HEY BUD !". christina then pointed out to me that the last three times i expressed appreciation for a dude on television, i said:

1) "i bet i could fit my whole fist in his mouth !"
2) "i'd like to see HIM in a pair of shorts"
3) "hey bud !"

something about this indicates to me that maybe i am bad at this? but i tried to think about what i'd say instead and i can't really come up with anything. diet coke break?

tonight i'm going to try to do three things. first, i'd like to attend the west philly knitting group thing at the green line. second, i'd like to see mouse's band play, where ever that may be. third, i'd like to possibly get home in time to raid. we'll see if the third will happen, since i have zero idea about when or where mouse's band is playing. i know it's in west philly though, which is a good start !

p.s. my project for today is moving all my blog images to a second flickr account so i don't risk having them deleted or eventually replaced with a camera phone picture of an "emo teenager" a la tinypic.

slurp it from your palm

hey guys, it's the day after easter, so i don't have to cringe at any more OMG JESUS WUZ A ZOMBIE jokes !

my weekend played out exactly like i described it ! on friday, i got out of work at 2 and came home and started a new chewbacca. that last one was so fucked up and gigantic ! i managed to get it down to the correct size (4.5") and finish it this weekend, but it's still obviously my first project. the stuffing came through in a few places and his eyes are crooked and i forgot to sew his face on before i sewed him up so i had to improvise after, and he unfortunately did not get a nose.



overall i'm pretty pleased that i learned a new skill but making that teeny bandolier was so annoying that i may never crochet again.

on saturday, christina and i went to whole foods to get groceries. i bought um.. "sandwich flats"? which may be good for eating veggie burgers on since i'm not into hamburger buns (though hot dog buns are my fave?)



i also got some icelandic chocolate easter eggs which i forgot about and are probably melting somewhere, 2lbs of strawberries, weird vegetarian meatballs, and like... yogurt? maybe. it's all irrelevant though because i forgot to bring any of it to work with me so i'll be eating whatever i can scavenge here, which includes two reeses peanut butter eggs so far. we also went to loop so i could pick up my yarn. i got some more berroco vintage to finish some projects, and one of these things that is oddly called a kacha kacha?



saturday night, mouse, christina, and i went out to adobe in manayunk for dinner. i was weirdly not hungry so i ordered a salad and broccoli bisque. the salad was just like, the saddest salad in the universe (2 slices of cucumber, 3 slices of mushroom, 2 slices of tomato, 2 slices of green pepper, 4 pieces of shredded carrot, and lettuce) and i um, forgot what bisque is? haha. so i was kinda disappointed to get... bisque. i also got a half pitcher of white sangria which turns out was too much sangria for one person. i don't know what happened but i'm suddenly bad at eating at restaurants...? haha



after dinner, we drove out to chestnut hill (or mt. airy?) to go to the ice cream trolley.



it's in a beautiful area and everything, but the allure is that SOMETIMES they have tofutti and mouse can have ice cream too. they didn't have any on saturday, but i'd made him a vegan easter basket so he had treats too.


jelly bellies, orbit bubblemint gum, panda black licorice, marzipan ritter sport

i got a waffle cone with soft serve and rainbow sprinkles (the best) and christina got birthday cake ice cream, and then we drove around for awhile looking at chestnut hill in the dark. it was a really beautiful night spent with my favorite people on earth (minus jeanne d. and my mom ! haha).

on sunday, i tried to clean my room. i separated my laundry into four piles:

- garbage
- dirty
- clean
- not dirty but not quite clean

and threw out any trash in my room + the garbage clothes (i had NOTHING to donate because i don't take care of my clothes and everything is from old navy and is like, holey as hell), bagged up the dirty laundry, put away the laundry that was already folded... and left a bunch of not dirty not clean stuff all over the floor. it looks leaps and bounds better, but even doing that took me like five hours because i hateeeee cleaning and didn't want to do it and kept complaining ! haha.

after that, mike came over and we went to get food (i got beet salad which turned out to be raw and gross, ravioli pasta salad with asparagus, sundried tomatoes, and olives, citrus roasted potatoes, and an orange) and ate it in clark park by the dog bowl with christina.


the dog bowl in wintery months

it was so beautiful out and we got to see the cutest toddler (her dad gave us a flier for a craft fair at the firehouse next weekend ! i may stop by, but christina will be in boston) and the best dogs. it was pretty weird, there was a teeny puppy on the blanket next to us who was identical to mike's old dog molly.



after that we came back to our house and christina and mike ignored me for warcraft huhuhuhuh while i crocheted. i guess i was ignoring them for crocheting, too. we also watched the next episode of the pacific but mike aggressively "who's that guy?"'d me so i missed a lot of the fine details. um, it didn't exactly strike me as gripping and entertaining though. god damnit, why isn't the pacific any good yet? it's also weird that i find the dude playing leckie to be super hot



and his character is by far the most, um, "meaty", and he's the best actor so far of the main characters (i have high hopes for joseph mazzello but he hasn't been in it much yet), but like... i just fucking hate his character? he's so pompous and arrogant and they're writing him so heavy-handed. ugh. anyway, i'll report later once i watch the episode.

nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww i'm at work and i've already eaten so much candy and am basically cornholio right now



so i'm going to go do the handful of things i have on deck for the day and maybe watch some netflix instant viewing while i do it.