tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205427772012-02-06T08:04:25.449-05:00Like you stuck a telescope in my ear, and saw the little amoebas that are my thoughts, floating around with no apparent motivation.knitakittynoreply@blogger.comBlogger771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-7522100256297414272008-03-11T19:32:00.002-05:002008-03-11T20:30:27.259-05:00

I have a dream home. I have envisioned this home in my mind for so long, that I sometimes I can feel it. I wish to share that dream with you. Imagine driving up a smoothly winding road, with bright green grass and fields full of cows speckling the way. Then, suddenly, behind a hill, is a large stone wall. You can see huge oaks all lined up in a row behind the wall, and between the leaves,

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-25769060605159073932008-02-28T13:49:00.001-05:002008-02-28T14:48:53.223-05:00

I want to travel. Being a total Sagittarius, traveling to new and exciting places is part of who I am. I am working on a list of all the places I'd like to visit in my lifetime. This is what I got so far (in no particular order):1. Portland, Oregon2. Seattle, Washington3. Amsterdam, Netherlands4. Prague, Czech Republic5. New York, New York6. Belgium7. Alaska8. Beijing, China9. Puerto Rico10.

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-74974164602899815432008-02-27T23:41:00.002-05:002008-02-28T00:22:45.667-05:00

Ok, so I stole it from a Myspace Bulletin. Whatever. Here's my reponses:1.What is in the back seat of your car right now? I don't have a car currently2. When was the last time you threw up? Um, the last time I stayed up all night3. What's your favorite word or phrase? Moo. It works for everything.4. Name 3 people who made you smile today? Stefan, my mom, and Cheeto Burrito 5. What

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-85852314366774091902008-02-09T22:33:00.000-05:002008-02-09T22:59:41.861-05:00

I get so upset when I find myself bored out of my mind during my relaxation time. The greatest annoyance of this boredom, is the fact that there is NOTHING on television. I can't stand that anytime I wish to just be a zombie and tune out the world, I become overly consumed with the task of finding something actually worth watching. Terrible. Is the writer's strike over yet?My latest obsession

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1023857992114441212008-02-03T23:03:00.000-05:002008-02-04T00:37:33.254-05:00

Right now I am sitting in bed with my dog, Tina. My thoughts, as usual, are a bit all over the place, so I apologise in advance. I am trying to buy a new car. I have done more research over the past four months than any human being should to buy a friggin car. Stefan has been tremendously helpful in this process. Since my previous little Ford Escort is on car heaven, I have been schleped around

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-87819911041963951992008-01-27T22:29:00.001-05:002008-01-27T23:16:28.933-05:00

It is quite obvious the depression I am going through. Everyone around me has noticed it, and I have been beyond aggrivated with the situation. My mom and I went shopping today, and we were talking about it. I was really trying to explain to her how I felt. i said something along the lines of, "I feel like I have no purpose". My mother turned to me, and she looked at me with a face that I hadn't

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-63459059481606309072008-01-15T13:49:00.000-05:002008-01-15T18:41:18.817-05:00

The whole writer's strike thing seems very, um, not important. At least not to me anyway. This is the thing, I haven't seen one new great sitcom or nighttime drama in the past two years, so I don't really get the whole big thing about shows being "ruined" because of the writers' strike. All that is played on T.V. is "reality" shows, which are such hogwash, that I feel sorry for anyone who looks

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-4194162805653423642008-01-14T20:45:00.000-05:002008-01-15T13:46:11.046-05:00

Tomarrow is the offical last day of my job with the big bulls-eye. I am not sad, nor am I really happy...ok, yes, I am happy, but I suppose that the word I really ought to use is "peaceful". My gut is telling me that this is the right thing to do, depite my lack of a job being lined up to take its place. Perspective employment is not really a concern for me right now (though my checking account

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-66482732260897611562008-01-13T21:53:00.000-05:002008-01-13T23:52:03.148-05:00

My latest little obsession is sculpey octopuses. I have made one relatively large blue octupus with green spots...he's not yet named, though quite obviously a dude-o-pus. This evening, I have made two other smaller octopi; one named Magenta who will become a very unique and elegant necklace, and Bibi who is more of a pendant/bead thing. Quite cute I must say for never having used Sculpey until a

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-74668618013228799302008-01-06T22:34:00.000-05:002008-01-06T23:15:35.467-05:00

Ok, so I have never really been a Britney Spears fan. Actually, I really didn't what the hell was so special about her when she first became popular. However, list most tabliod junkies, I have followed her downfall well enought to know that she has yet to hit rock bottom. I don't know very many people in my life that have been wheeled out of their home on a gurney, but I have experienced other

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-60333739230388455812007-12-29T13:03:00.000-05:002007-12-29T13:58:52.799-05:00

Ok, so I am greiving the loss of my first car. It was a little Ford that had no A/C, tan duct tape holding together the bumpers, and desperatly needed a new transmission. It was a good little car whild I had it, and though I nearly got in a couple of wrecks because it stalled so bad, I still am quite sad about seeing it at the junkyard. So, I have been looking around at websites trying to find a

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-73984994238046925732007-12-27T00:42:00.000-05:002008-01-10T23:24:48.058-05:00

I am needed a clear-out. I need to start anew in a fresh blank space. In a way, I am nesting, but in a very unusual way. I need to give my spirtual side room to flourish. Hopefully after I have sufficiently slept, I hope to apply some henna to my hands. I need the feeling of a beautiful ancient art on my skin. It suits the purpose best, I think. I am quite reflective today. I need to sleep soon

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-18076117845997527792007-12-26T19:08:00.000-05:002007-12-27T00:42:05.608-05:00

Ok, I am not one to really get into this topic too much, simply because everyone has their own opinion, and there is nothing ANYONE can do to change another person's idea on the subject. I saw the whole Jamie Lynn Spears thing, and I wasn't really shocked. I mean, I have taught at a school of pregnant teens, and they were just like any other teen, except...pregnant. It wasn't a big deal. I didn't

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-88682188195904089292007-12-23T01:20:00.000-05:002007-12-23T01:54:32.129-05:00

There is something so basic within our culture that causes us to sweep abuse under the rug. We can't pour money into a laboritory, where little science geeks put abuse in a petri dish and try to figure out the cause. No, abuse is something that cannot be fought with a ribbon on a cereal box, or a three-day walk. (Yes, I hold some resentment against the whole breast cancer thing if you can't tell.

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-54212864299654683012007-12-05T08:05:00.000-05:002007-12-06T22:08:41.730-05:00

I don't know the exact moment I fell in love with Stefan. I think it happened gradually, going from supreme lust to infatuation, to love. He sparked my intrest to be sure; I saw those cute art-boy glasses and WHAM! I just couldn't help myself. I knew I had to have his lips against mine, or else. The funny thing is, I never expected it to last this long--at least not in the beginning. I thought,

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-49327483377746813602007-11-27T13:03:00.000-05:002007-11-27T13:37:43.709-05:00

I cannot wait to see the movie "Juno", opening on December 5th. I had a dream about buying tickets in advance. (I also dreamed that Oprah yelled at me about littering, but that's beside the point.) I am really excited about seeing a female lead that is sarcasticly funny, her male counterpart who is nowhere near stud-muffin qualification, and a film written by an ex-stripper. Ah, Diablo Cody, how

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-11342067527483663372007-11-22T23:58:00.000-05:002007-11-23T00:30:17.733-05:00

Okay, I'm going to flatout say it. I want to be a wife. I am not in anyway a domestic goddess, nor do I pretend to be one. I suck at laundry, I am a crappy vacuumer, and don't even think that I am in anyway a fantastic dishwasher. I'm NOT. Alas, despite my lack of home-ec expertise, I quite desire the role of a stay-at-home mom. I would still wish to work for Child Protection Center, and I would

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-200152261783236572007-10-26T18:43:00.000-05:002007-10-26T19:05:13.477-05:00

Another one of my friends just sent me a card declaring her recent engagement to her boyfriend of several years...I think 4 but I am not sure. I am under the belief that I must be at that prime point in my life when most of the girls my age, or near my age, are becoming quite committed to becoming a wife. Yes, it must be a bridal wave. I just want to put it out in the universe that though the

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-58195592944291918272007-10-09T22:12:00.000-05:002007-10-09T22:52:17.940-05:00

Ever since I can remember, anytime I ever had to wish upon anything, I would always wish that I would win the lottery. (Well, when I was younger, I would wish my mom would win, so that at least I felt like I had won.) Anyhoo, all this time, I have thought of many things that I would do if I were to win.The first thing I would do is jump up and down and giggle perfusely.Then, I would head to a

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-70457010310189541822007-09-13T15:03:00.000-05:002007-09-13T15:20:35.871-05:00

So I have some things to get off my chest.First, I don't know how many of you watched the VMAs this year, but they sucked. Royally. First off, Britney Spears was so stoned and drunk, that she gave up on lip-synching half-way through. You only got to see snippits of some preformances, and there was nothing astonishing about the stage or preformances that really made the viewer think, "Holy Shit

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-81918382387393914812007-09-02T20:16:00.000-05:002007-09-02T20:56:45.461-05:00

I am truly sorry but I am going to have to brag a little. I promise I'll keep it to a minimum. Love that is truly love is the feeling that you get when you do things for another person, that you would never in a million years do for anyone else, and you do them without thinking about it. Love is knowing that the entire planet could explode into a bajillion little meteors, and you would not regret

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-12324738260684225382007-09-01T13:45:00.000-05:002007-09-01T14:18:12.701-05:00

Ok, ok. I get it. You probably are thinking to yourself, I really don't think you have anything to say about feminism that hasn't been said before. Well, perhaps. But let me share with you my own feminist thoughts.There have been many people who say that the Feminist Movement caused many problems, such as the conception that women must not only hold down a job that makes as much as her male

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-31006528393042498442007-08-31T09:13:00.000-05:002007-08-31T09:37:52.480-05:00

There are some things that are pretty gosh darn hard not to enjoy once you take the time to notice them. For instance, I really like talking to a long lost friend. My friend Abbie called me yesterday, and it was so nice to hear her voice. Those of you may argue that the phone call itself was not free, but alas, the time I got to talk to her and catch up a bit was priceless. Here is a list of some

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-90911839943833026792007-08-20T07:13:00.000-05:002007-08-20T07:35:40.635-05:00

Yesterday was a bit irritating for me because I had to get my brother school supplies. He needed a backpack, some binders, and some pens. No biggie. I could not believe the insanity in the back to school department. All I kept thinking was, "I thought I graduated...why I am I still dealing with this bullshit?" I figure, by the time I have kids that need school supplies, I will have had 10 years

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-11181533218321389762007-08-13T21:34:00.000-05:002007-08-13T21:43:10.996-05:00

I have worked for Target for two and a half years now, and I am MORE than ready for a change. I know what I am looking for in a job, but I can't seem to find an employer in Sarasota that has oppurtunities availible to my criteria. I want a job that includes these things: 1) little to no interaction with the public2) allows me to be creative and expressive3) doesn't let people yell at me for

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-82143055512343188532007-08-11T20:57:00.000-05:002007-08-11T21:55:51.211-05:00

...not like anyone reads this anyway. I ask everyone to, but nobody ever does. My entire life I have been responsible for my brother. If we were in the store, it was my job to make sure he didn't grab stuff off the shelves. When we went to our gradparents' house in Texas, it was my job to make sure he didn't crak his head open in the pool, or get lost in the airport. My entire life has been

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-66651636861389508942007-08-05T19:41:00.000-05:002007-08-05T19:47:15.961-05:00

I love this song. It's orgininally by Ernie Marrs, but it's like trying to find a needle in the haystack to get the original version. If you search on You Tube for "plastic jesus", you'll find a Paul Newman version that is from the movie "Cool Hand Luke". Pretty good movie too. Anyhoo, here's the lyrics. I hope to learn how to play this on the ukulele.Plastic Jesus by Ernie MarrsWell, I don't

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-9403464448952459452007-08-05T16:42:00.000-05:002007-08-05T16:59:04.072-05:00

I am WAY overdue for an eye exam. I think it's been almost 1.5 years. Pathetic. So my left eye keeps going out of focus, which is irritating when you're on the computer or talking to somebody. Hopefully, I will get them checked soon, because IU ought to just get it done and over with. Blech! Even thinking about the exam makes my eyes watery.I am really craving a Key Lime Milkshake from Cheeburger

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-41290940873897428692007-08-04T21:05:00.000-05:002007-08-04T21:09:36.980-05:00

I love this cake. It is so earthy and hippy-fabulous.Take a look at some more of these here cakes at www.JollyBeBakery.com

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-18778460229605016702007-08-04T11:59:00.000-05:002007-08-04T12:49:25.546-05:00

Ladies, if you grew up with the "Diamond is Forever" marketing message drilled in your brains, I hope that you'll read on.About 70 years ago De Beers, the Diamond giant, decided that daimonds weren't raking in the kind of profits that they wanted. Giving diamond engagment rings wan not common practice before the twentieth century. They decided that Diamonds needed to become more sentimental, and

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-91250343939597251252007-07-30T21:14:00.000-05:002007-07-31T23:05:20.570-05:00

I can't get Feist's song "My Moon, My Man" outta my head. Not that'd I'd want to....Speaking of which, MY Man is pretty awesome. He made me this little flashcard thingie of the reasons why he loves me. And I was sick yesterday, so he brought me two pints of Ben and Jerry's. Our anniverary is November 8th...3 years! I can't hardly believe it. Seems like yesterday we had our first kiss on the

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-9442567444785739162007-07-27T20:34:00.000-05:002007-07-27T22:14:14.728-05:00

So much has happened I don't know where to start! Most recently, Stefan and I went to Disney. We had a wonderful time, despite getting sunburned and completely exhausted. The Magic Kingdom was great fun, but I will never again go in July. Not at all wise. Anyhoo, the painting is a George Petty pinup. He's one of my favorite artists. I just thought you'd like to see somethin' sexy. The Painted

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-23602522568588383422007-05-15T08:30:00.000-05:002007-05-15T08:49:28.719-05:00

I apologize for my lack of tenacity to writing lately. It has been quite bizarre in the wonderful world of Mimi. I have had to schlep myself from one doctors' appointment to the next, and there doesn't yet seem to be any light at the end of the tunnel. On Thursday, I will be going to the dentist, and I can already tell you what he's going to say. He'll say that I need to have my wisdom teeth

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-22551486667326362822007-03-30T21:27:00.000-05:002007-03-30T21:29:02.644-05:00

I have a website! Hoo-rah! Hooray! Please visit my art at www.knitakitty.com !Love and spongecake,Mimi

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-39252668927307010002007-03-17T11:33:00.000-05:002007-03-17T12:06:45.202-05:00

So I am a brunette again. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. It's very dark, but I think it'll lighten up once I shampoo it a few times. Perhaps I'm too tired. I have not gotten hardly any quality sleep as of late. I simply feel drained. Last night I had a dream that kind of upset me. Being the vivid dreamer that I am, there are several imaginary locations that my unconcious has created. I

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-55963481879270788362007-03-15T08:52:00.000-05:002007-03-15T08:59:44.082-05:00

So I am back to purple hair. It's nice, though quickly fading. The Child Protection Center wants me to have blue hair for April. (Child Abuse Prevention Month, for you whom aren't up on all your ribbons.) So I am going through a lot of changes.My goal for the summer is to have a whole bunch of really pretty sundresses. I have so many cool-weather clothes, that I practically have to walk around

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-19426912662045194822007-03-05T22:40:00.000-05:002007-03-05T23:07:41.736-05:00

Rhymefest, a rap artist whom I personally feel should get way more media exposure, says in his song Bullet, "What you've done is put yourself between a bullet and a target, and it won't be long before you're pulling yourself away." That sort of explains how I feel. I feel stuck. I am stuck in a job which I have grown out of. I am ready for different things. Target has been an excellent employer,

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-57197387718100905342007-01-30T01:02:00.000-05:002007-01-30T01:19:10.019-05:00

Lately I've been thinking about how very tiny I am. Not in the sense that I am short, but rather, that in the whole wide universe I am like an ameoba. Not even. Tinier than that. More like a subparticle. I think Kimya Dawson said it best in her song "I like Giants": when i go for a drive i like to pull off to the sideof the road, turn out the lights, get out, and look up at the skyand i do this

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-35718022477522690982007-01-26T00:35:00.000-05:002007-01-26T01:05:57.641-05:00

Right now I am eating hard boiled eggs and looking at titanium wedding bands. I am relieved because Stefan and I are pretty close in what our ideas are for a perfect wedding. The other night we were talking about weddings and marriage and whatnot. I showed him the wedding band I liked. Nice and simple. Titanium. I think the two (his and hers) together are $175. Simple and cheap= happy Mimi.My

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-14936610075929746182007-01-25T10:45:00.000-05:002007-01-25T11:20:26.780-05:00

I have been feeling awfully depressed lately. Just a real sucky feeling, like I've no purpose. I have also been quiet. I am simply not in the mood to really say much. I wish to express my feelings in such a way that it can't be misconstrued; unlike my words, which often are. People seem to have a certain perception of me, and when I don't fit that mold, they get very upset and huffy with me. In a

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-64567026854801305952007-01-22T01:44:00.000-05:002007-01-22T02:50:04.784-05:00

Anyone who really knows me probably would make the connection that I am pissed about the media coverage for the case concerning the Shawn Hornbeck boy. The media pisses me off enough as it is, but I mean really, what low will they not stoop to? It has become apparent that he was sexually abused, and so I am even moreso outraged. Though I did not see the telecast of the Hornbeck family being

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-78018035264819869862007-01-15T18:29:00.000-05:002007-01-15T19:35:00.255-05:00

I have an addiction. It's a rather healthy one in my opinion, as it really does not hurt anyone (except perhaps my bank account, but what else is new?) I am addicted to books. I love them. I hope that I can someday have my own personal library in my home. Do you remember the scene in "Beauty and the Beast", where Belle goes into the Beast's library? That's what I want. A big, fat library with

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-19404708934240876362007-01-14T17:47:00.000-05:002007-01-14T18:30:58.398-05:00

I have no time to knit. It is really pathetic. However, I do have time to jot down projects that I wish I had time to do. (Money to pay for them is another post.)From Knitty.com:Tubey, Bobbilicious(for my mom) Tychus, Revolution ,Topsecret, Tempting I and II, Nautie, Hot Tomale, Belle Epoque (in Sweet Pea color), Hallowig (it's just too cool), Vicky (Red is the only acceptable color for this

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-4458570513324686492006-12-27T23:00:00.000-05:002006-12-28T00:13:53.280-05:00

Stefan and I have been dating now for a little over two years now, and it is basically understood that we will someday get married. We plan to first live together, in our own apartment, and then get engaged if we still feel like we can stand each other (J/k). Anyway, since I have come to this realisation that Stefan is "the One", I have thought much about our far-off wedding day. (I'm a Girl. So

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-6102819364269830642006-12-14T19:53:00.000-05:002006-12-14T21:22:06.282-05:00

I am not one to put TOO much emphasis on my hair. I like it enough; it keeps my head warm, and makes me look like a female. But I don't go to the salon and spend my entire paycheck on my hair. Normally, if my roots are screamingly obvious, I'll buy a box of DIY haircolor. I have no particular brand or shade or even color that I am loyal to. (Life is far too short to have only one hair color.)

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-90510162572483435232006-12-11T16:32:00.000-05:002006-12-11T17:11:18.384-05:00

So I finished my classes. It was all so anticlimactic. I didn't sigh a big sigh of relief, or feel any sort of loss or anything. Sure I'm happy to be done with the semester, but I just didn't get that surge of glee as I usually do. I think pehaps because I have no feelings about this semester other than remorse. I wish I had taken other courses. I wish I had signed up for Anthroplogy, a science,

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-15045540360683174292006-11-18T22:48:00.000-05:002006-11-18T23:36:51.597-05:00

So this is what is on my mind this evening.Stefan took Bryan and me to see the movie "Happy Feet". It was AWESOME! Very sad at times, and it would make you want to cry, but really it is a very wonderful piece of animation. Everyone can enjoy it, no matter how old you are. I will say that there is more of a religious undertone than that of an enviromental view. But the primary message was that you

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-28706316151663173522006-11-15T10:54:00.001-05:002008-09-21T18:34:30.099-05:00

"You Love Me"by Kimya DawsonI moved around from town to town,lots of people around but still so lonely.Friendships would grow then I'd hit the road,making up excuses for why I had to leave.Always been to scared and unprepared to let anybody get too close to me.But when I met you, right away I knew,that you'd never, ever, ever, hurt me.And the road still long, and you come along,and you hold my

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-50542804019490405802006-11-02T21:24:00.000-05:002006-11-02T21:51:06.658-05:00

"As long as I'm burning, I'll keep on yearning to save the world; not sure how, but I'm learning" -kimya dawsonAs most of you know, I used to go to the Child Protection Center (CPC) for therapy, and now I volunteer there since I have graduated the program. (If you didn't know, well now you do.)Well, you may also be aware of fact that I delivered a speech for CPC a long while back (I think in

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-10044931269485142262006-10-31T23:26:00.000-05:002006-10-31T23:59:51.849-05:00

A break from movie reviews for a bit of my inner thoughts...I am in a bit of a flux. What's nice is that I don't feel quite so complicated and turbulent as I did a while ago, but I do feel a change. Ah, winter is when I blossom into a better person. Go figure....My school is allowing everyone to start picking their classes now for the Spring semester, but I am not sure that I want to go. I am

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-83306846929320000312006-10-27T22:07:00.000-05:002006-10-27T22:44:35.257-05:00

My pirate name is: Calico Mary Rackham Often indecisive, you can't even choose a favorite color. You're apt to follow wherever the wind blows you, just like Calico Jack Rackham, your namesake. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr! Get your own

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-89057122611346377842006-10-22T17:52:00.000-05:002006-10-23T10:29:35.560-05:00

I don't know how many of you are planning on seeing Sofia Coppola's film version of the biography of Marie Antoinette. However, I how I can convince you to see it, because if you are familiar with her life, then you could appreciate this film.I read several different reviews of the movie, and they were awful grim, but I don't believe that the people who reviewed it knew what the hell they were

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-87330060886963180052006-10-19T20:46:00.000-05:002006-10-19T21:37:50.978-05:00

I was watching a show (there was nothing on...) before I had to pick up my little brother and his goofy friends from Geek fest.[FYI- Geek fest is a Thursday night gathering for geeks at a comic book store where they play D&D, Warhammer, and tell fart jokes.] So anyway, I was flipping' through the channels and came across a show that profiled the lifestyle changes of people who'd won the lottery.

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-62945315676612122442006-10-16T09:50:00.000-05:002006-10-16T10:14:23.410-05:00

As of late, I have been a bit aggitated with school. I feel in many ways that I am not being challenged in ways that I wish to be. I have a few issues with staying at MCC. I want to be around people who are like-minded, rather than these Venice-hicks. I want to feel a sense of belonging at school, a sense of positive pressure. I am getting neither. My psych teacher is awful, I have a class during

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-31097405360461568972006-10-12T18:34:00.000-05:002006-10-12T19:12:13.682-05:00

I have two clocks: a biological clock and a marital clock. Now I know what you're thinking--"Mimi, you're crazy." Well, I can only tell you what I know, and this is what I know. On my 18th birthday, God gave me the practical-joke gift of a biological clock. Har-har-har. All the sudden, I'd see a baby andthen feel like crying my eyes out. Now this did not necessarily mean I wanted a baby; actually

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-22459275820872313482006-10-08T10:53:00.000-05:002006-10-08T11:44:01.435-05:00

Stefan and I are going to be celebrating our 2 year anniversary November 8th. I am trying my best to knit him some black fingerless gloves as one of his presents(he arlready is aware of this) and I am super frustrated with it. I tried double-points, I tried strait needles...I am at my wits end. This project is a headache, but I will do it, because it's what he wants. Therefore, I am

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-74000419847854488942006-10-04T22:09:00.000-05:002006-10-04T22:45:41.641-05:00

I dunno if anyone else I know really likes "Project Runway" like I do. Except maybe my mom, but she doesn't count because sewing has been her career for, I think, 20 years. So anyway, I watch the show because my mother being a Tailor, fashion and garment design have always piqued my intrest. Now, I am not going to say I can sew. I can't. If I wanted to put in a button, make a hem, or

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-67758150628794884592006-09-19T12:48:00.000-05:002006-09-19T13:26:55.242-05:00

For the past few years I have struggled with what I would like to do in my life. I have a pretty interesting list of careers that I am thinking of pursuing, but I can't seem to narrow it down to just one thing.My list of possible careers:Fine Artist(My first love)Writer(I like it and I am good at it)Aestatician(I have a strange obsession with popping zits)Psychologist(Money + security)Teacher(

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-64295415581788597962006-09-18T10:13:00.000-05:002006-09-18T10:47:30.081-05:00

I feel like hiding in a wonderful little cottage in the clouds. I want a moment to think, a second to get unfrustrated, a minute to talk to God. I want to sit with kindred souls, and eat cupcakes. I want to knit, listen to music, take bubble baths, read a thousand books, take naps, and dance. I want intellectual intercourse. I want challege, freedom, justice, peace, and a new president. I want

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-84987381695411882352006-09-17T23:07:00.000-05:002006-09-17T23:28:05.280-05:00

It is now 12:08 am, and I am 1)freezing in this chilly house, and 2)far too aware to go to bed. I have to got o school tomarrow; my pych class cancelled, so no classes between 10 and 12. Two hours of ziltch. I will most likely just work on a project due later this week. I have a couple of things on my mind. I am in super mood-swing mode today, and probably will be until later on this week. I

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-77326962327042355492006-09-12T08:40:00.000-05:002006-09-12T09:39:05.715-05:00

Every Tuesday and Thursday I don't have classes, so I sometimes use one of those days to just pamper myself. I do it because it's really good for your psyche, and because I can't go to school in a sea kelp masque. I think everyone should make some time for themselves, about once a month, to just relax and be good to themselves. However, I know that few of us truly have enough money to go

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1157431908297181892006-09-04T23:39:00.000-05:002006-09-04T23:51:48.310-05:00

Well, I have finally succeeded in finding myself a wig that I love. It looks like this:The color is called "Bubblegum Pink" and is 3 different shades of pink in really nice streaks. I found it on this website, WowWigs.com , and it's a pretty decent price; $38.95 . Anyway, I am glad that I have found a wig that I really, really like. All I need to do is buy it. The only hang-up I have is that I

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1156623975205383582006-08-26T14:44:00.000-05:002006-08-26T15:26:15.330-05:00

So school started again this week, and it started out rather sucks. The first day I had to call AAA because I left my lights on ALL DAY. Then, on Tuesday, I had to go to a totally different campus for just one class. On Wednesday, I spent the entire morning crying about my schedule, my car (which was now flashing the "brakes are have a problem" light at me), and the completely insane price of

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1154277519329061562006-07-30T11:28:00.000-05:002006-07-30T11:38:39.340-05:00

Yesterday I switched rooms with my brother. Momma suggested it, but I was the one who really made the idea come alive. The fact was, Bryan is the biggest person in the house, but he had the smallest room. Plus, I am over at Stefan's so often, it really wasn't fair for me to have the biggest room when it wasn't truly being used. So now I have Bryan's old room, which is a good thing, but I hate

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1153419687647849592006-07-20T13:16:00.000-05:002006-07-20T13:21:27.653-05:00

About a week ago, I sent Stefan an e-mail in which I tried to define myself. I only said so much, but now I have completed it. Here it is: I'm a creative, complex, poetic, clumsy, 18 year old who has yet to register to vote. I am lazy and self-absorbed, but like to be that way while I still can. I have a huge urge to grow up too fast and I can't sit still when I'm excited. I'm

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1152592834791910282006-07-10T22:59:00.000-05:002006-07-10T23:57:19.770-05:00

Yesterday, Stefan took some pictures of me with my pink eyelashes on. Here's what I got: Today wasn't a typical oh-goodness-gracious kind of day. Actually, it was rather plain. I woke up late, like 1:00, and I had to work at four. So I worked, and came home; not exciting in the least sense of the world. But alas, I am gleeful. At about 9:00, "To Wong Foo..." came on. Now, I love this movie,

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1151984359401735222006-07-03T21:41:00.000-05:002006-07-03T22:52:21.703-05:00

How long has it been since my last post? So much has happened since then. I graduated from High School, I am now working in the Pharmacy at Target, and Stefan and I took a trip to Busch Gardens. Not to mention all the other stuff I have('nt) been up to lately. Mainly I've been brainstorming this summer. I really wish I could be more productive, but I haven't yet found the ideal project to

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1144089719023925932006-04-03T13:24:00.000-05:002006-04-03T13:41:59.040-05:00

I know I really haven't posted in a long time. It's been over a month, but I'm trying really hard to figure some stuff out right now. Here's a list to make it easier to understand my situation:1.)How to get all the work done for my online P.E. class when I have a crappy computer.2.)Living in a pig pen, but having no time to clean up my mess.3.)Working. They keep messing up my schedule, and it's

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1141069930006871392006-02-27T14:02:00.000-05:002006-03-13T14:13:06.540-05:00

Yesterday we had a temp Pharmacist at work because Steve was still sick. He said something that made a lot of sense. He said that you should try to do some things before having kids because they can stop you from doing certain goals. It's not like I hadn't thought of that before, but I guess I never really let it roll around in my head for a while. So this morning I made a list of things I want

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1139599945210848672006-02-10T14:10:00.000-05:002006-02-16T18:04:06.890-05:00

I feel sloth-ish. I'm pretty sure that's one of the seven deadly sins. You see, I can't seem to motivate myself to do something creative. I have a lot of creative energy, but I can't decide how to spend it, and I am afriad of failure. I hate having something in my mind's eye, then getting distracted, and messing the whole thing up. I can't do that to myself... I get frustrated if I fail- to the

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1139253760657114912006-02-06T13:56:00.000-05:002006-02-06T21:37:37.976-05:00

Momma and Daddy bought me a car yesterday! I am so excited about it, because I have been waiting for my first car for a long time. They keep telling me that I need to shop around for car insurance, but I don't really know what to say. I mean, do I just say, "Um, I need a quote..."? Because I don't want to be waiting around for hours for some weirdo to get their butt on the computer, log my

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1138994221791816012006-02-03T13:59:00.000-05:002006-02-03T14:17:01.856-05:00

Work, work, work. It's all I do. Every time I attempt to set aside a moment to be creative, somehow it is squashed by work, or school, or exhaustion. Fearing that I may become creatively drained again, I resist the urge to fight the exhaushtion and create. I think my biggest struggle is simply getting my space organized.My room has been in shambles since the beggining of of school, and the sewing

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1138940408116873722006-02-02T23:16:00.000-05:002006-02-03T00:52:07.276-05:00

I have been sooo busy lately! My goodness! But thankfully, things are working out to be just right. I finished a big portion of my fitness class assignments today, and I did my poetry paper for my English class. I don't really have much to say... hmm.Well, I am hoping to start my tomatoes soon, figure out how to use my new airbrush and dremel tool, and find a place for my lathe. So much

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1137181186930394982006-01-13T14:22:00.000-05:002006-01-13T14:39:46.936-05:00

I missed my bus this morning, and seeing as how i had an awful day yesterday, I was rather scattered this morning. In my mind, I thought I would be fully capable of entertaining myself throughout the day with my little green piece of knitting. WRONG! No, I finished the darn thing during my first period class, and have since been rather figity all day. The bus ride home is going to be miserable,

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1136870864651807432006-01-10T00:08:00.000-05:002006-01-12T01:51:08.506-05:00

I am really inspired to create. My momentary inspiration is sparkly shoes- like Dorthy in the Wizard of Oz, except in Lime Green or Flaming Flamingo Pink. Yeah, Purple-haired girl + glitter + cheap-o shoes + ModPodge = big mess . However, the end result is very likely to be of total fabulosity! Besides, this is why we have the buisness section of the newspaper-- to clean up glitter messes!

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1136611619742797172006-01-06T23:56:00.000-05:002006-01-07T00:26:59.760-05:00

So I have been desribed by one of my guardian angels as being an "elegant hippie". Which she then described how I am "elegant because I can do all of the fun, girly stuff... but am as earthy as the ground we walk on." I think it's very true. My style is either very professional and put-together, or bohemian and earthy. But not just that--I think that way too. On the one hand I can be rational,

knitakittynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20542777.post-1136411086115630592006-01-04T16:32:00.000-05:002006-01-06T00:38:41.803-05:00

Ha! I finally became uncool enough to have my little slice of blogdom. Well, here it is kiddies! Mimi's Purple Hair Blog. This blog is a lot like my deep grape colored hair, in that, I did it on a whim, made a mess, got confused, gave myself a headache, and -voila!- instant bizarre gratifaction! I will try to post as many pics as I can, but I can't guarantee beautiful, artsy-fartsy black & white

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