When websites don't work

• Well I had this big post planned... 13 days ago at the end of January about *hooray!* I had completed 31 days of A Domo a Day and was going to put a big mosaic up bug BigHugeLabs wasn't working. I tried about 3 times to make one and it just kept failing so I'm not sure whose fault it was. Hopefully it will work later today. I was going to talk about my favorite and least favorites and would be able to see if I had used any Domos too much, which I most likely have, and if I've used my phone too much, which I most likely have as well.
• I haven't been good at blogging and crafting, so I need to start doing those two things again. I have a lot of things to say and a lot of crafts to finish for people, and when the crafts are finished, they need their pictures taken and need to be blogged. One big circle. And my poor Domo blog probably hasn't been updated since January 15th. Oops.
• I still haven't finished Christmas presents.
• I adopted two more Blythes, Quinn and Mimi, who's a vampire! One of my Blythe goals has been met!
• I applied for graduation. (!!!) 
• I really need a job.
• Especially since I really want to adopt the newest Blythe that's coming out, Alexis Emerald.
• I wrote a big post about her on Sarah and I's blog, so you should check that out HERE.
• I bought items to customize my faceless Barbie, but I really need to clean and organize so I have room but where do I begin? Where does all that stuff go if I don't have a place for it in the first place?
• I have plans to customize Quinn, and I think give Mimi some new chips, because what vampire doesn't have black chips (I thought they were, but they're slightly brown) and I'm not sure if I'm happy with her blues, they're not Mick St. John-ish enough. At least she has ghostly whites. I don't know about her other ones, red? And she came with a horrid Simply Mango scalp, but now has a black wig, but needs a proper skull cap so she doesn't have an odd bump in the back. The wig isn't horrid, it's actually divine, which is why she has a wig, I didn't want to sell it, but it doesn't work for Mimi. But what other eye color do vampires have? Maybe a grey, so she'll look halfway normal.
• And what about Quinn's eyes? Hmm. 
• And I really want to dedicate days to customizing Monster High,
• And days to knitting and crocheting and sewing for Blythes. Can I do that...?
• I'm also really behind on Flickr, too. I have pictures from when I only had two Domos and it was still autumn outside. Sheesh.
• This is me, rambling at 2.05 AM like I don't have a paper to write tomorrow and then class in the evening. I just find it easier to do things at night and sleep during the day, and for some reason people think I'm 'lazy.' It's weird what we judge people on, isn't it? 

Recently I...

• was out of commission for two weeks with a rebound migraine. It was pretty intense, and I was given a shot of steroids which made it go away the next day.
• had a midterm, an essay, and abstract with annotated bibliography due the week after I recovered, but successfully got it all finished, and hopefully excellent grades.
• am on spring break.
• am not in New York City like I had planned, but stayed here to catch up on all the readings I missed, which turned out to be a lot more than I expected. I'm actually glad I did; I think I'll be really prepared for my upcoming exam on the Silk Road.
• enjoyed the nice weather.
• have pictures to post from St. Patrick's Day, but cannot locate the camera cord to my DSLR (Charlie). 
• cleaned my room, bathroom, and sewing room.
• made a delicious uber veggie soup, which I will post.
• started a granny square afghan out of Lion Brand Homespun.
• finished a hat for my mom, a Christmas present.
• jumped on the Blythe bandwagon.
• want to keep updating this blog regularly!
• and have more reading to do before I fall asleep. 

Featureless week.

That's really disappointing. I didn't really have any favorite things to share on Friday, as my ankle has gone out again. I hurt it 12 years ago and usually when it hurts it'll hurt for a little and I can walk it off, but Monday I was limping all over campus and through work. I had an x-ray that showed nothing, missed two days of work and a midterm, and I still need an Ace bandage. My internet hasn't even been working at night, so I haven't been able to prowl the internet. Though it's given me more time to read, currently Digital Fortress, by Dan Brown, which is totally awesome, and better than The DaVinci Code and Angels and Demons (though the Bernini sculptures in this one made it awesome). I didn't do a square for Sunday, but I did finish a cowl! Then it went back up to the 70s and I haven't worn it, therefore no pictures. And I haven't uploaded any pictures for the mosaic that was going to be for today, and I don't have time since it's 12.58 AM and I have to get up at 5.45 AM because I'm going to New York City, and didn't want to waste a day so decided to take the 7.30 bus. Oh well, I can sleep. And besides seeing John (yay!) I should be able to see the Mochimochi Land show at gallery hanahou, which I'm really excited about. (John is too, he just doesn't know it yet.) 

OK, time to get some sleep, and hopefully will have features starting up again on Friday! Hope you all have had and will have a great week. 

The semi-sickness.

You know how after you've been sick for a week and out of commission and have been lazing around the house watching Jerry Springer, the first day you feel halfway decent and/or need to get back out into the real world because you're now under the influence your significant other is cheating on you with your mom who happens to have had a sex change and is actually both your mother and father, and you feel great the first hour but as the minutes wear on they really begin to wear on, and you get weaker by the second and think "why the f*ck did I come outside? I'm missing Jerry Springer!" and all you crave is the comfort of your bed that's covered in trashy gossip magazines and snotty tissues? You know? That's how I feel now. I had all these plans for things to do before I went to work at 4, including finishing the legs for my baby gator from the NYC class, but I feel crazy weak. I was sick a few days ago last week, but drank Airborne like a champ and felt better. Looks like more Airborne and a nap is in my future, but no knitting. :(

I also found this beautiful combination of art and knitting on Ravelry today. A Frida Kahlo sweater by DorotheeWool. 

 

I had an update post almost complete, which I'll try to get up tomorrow.

Wish me luck at work, it's inventory day where we apparently scan the entire store and instead of working 4 to close (10 or 10.30) which is usual, I'm working 4 to 11.59, ah!

Another crazy night over here.

I seriously wonder if I can ever come home and have a normal night.  Life has to spice it up a tad.  Not too exciting when I'm exhausted and it's like 3 AM.  The only good thing is my boyfriend lives like 3 minutes away, so the drive is not too bad.  Usually.  Last night... I guess, this morning rather, I decided to go the long way to get into my neighborhood because there were cars parked on the street when I left and being the nosy person I was I wanted to know which neighborhood they were repaving.  As I turned into the entrance into all the neighborhoods, I notice a white taxi like car is sitting in the street with his flashers on.  (I say taxi like because it didn't have a thing on the top and I couldn't tell what was written on the side.)  Anyway, I drove by the guy and looked and saw some old dude.  "Ok, whatever, he's probably lost" I think to myself.  I keep going straight past my neighborhood and notice the guy and turned around.  And now he's following me.  He followed me across the cross street to where all the cars were parked.  He's all slow, too, like he doesn't want me to see him following him, but he doesn't want to lose sight of me.  I mean, if he wanted to be a better creeper he could have just turned off his lights, but whatever.  So, now I turn right, slightly freaked out, totally forgetting about what I was driving around for.  HE TURNS RIGHT, TOO.  "Ohcrap,ohcrap,ohcrap."  I keep going and stop at the stop sign, but he keeps going straight.  He pauses as he sees my lights, and I'm guessing he figured "oh, she's in her neighborhood," and keeps going.  I think he went around the cul-de-sac.  I still stay at the stop sign as he goes back the way he came.  I turn right again going towards my neighborhood.  I wonder do I call my boyfriend who, once again, was almost falling asleep when I left?  Do I call 911 and drive to the police station like my mom always tells me to do in this situation?  Do I call my parents?  Nope.  I turn down my iPod, because obviously it makes me stealthy, and keep driving.  I get to the entrance back into my neighborhood, I just have to cross the cross street, once again.   I think "oh, he's gone," but then he passes by.  I consider ducking, or turning off my lights, but that would just be ridiculous and bring more attention to me.  As he goes past my neighborhood, and doesn't turn left at the first neighborhood, I take the opportunity to cross the street and streak to my parking space and run into my house.  As I cross the cross street, I see he makes a U-turn in the next street.  GAH.  Well, at least I'm back in my house.  I'm all paranoid, too, as if I don't turn off the front light because if I do he'll see and know where I live and then come and get me.  

Ugh.  So, once again I get something to eat, and grab Susie and Arwen and throw them into my room, and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, pee, etc.  I'm thinking "this is oddly like the night with the racoons" when I suddenly hear loud cat noises.  WTF.  I ignore it.  It happens again, so I open the bathroom door and see my bedroom door, that was closed, now half open with Arwen standing in the middle, her eyes squinted to keep the light out with an expression that says "It's ok, I got this."  Gah, whatever.  I go back and brush my teeth, and hear more noises.  I'm thinking "are they fighting? (They haven't been getting along too well lately.)  Are they chewing the cord to my stereo?  Are they just playing?  Is Susie stuck under the dresser?"  The noises eventually cease, and I finish washing my face, and stuff.  I come out, and damnit if there isn't an expletive centipede on the damned wall. There's no shoes in the hallway, and I really want to go to sleep, so I just walk buy it and close the door, because duh, centipedes can't go under doors or through cracks.  So, now I'm in bed typing this on my iPhone, with my head itching like crazy, pausing every few minutes to shine the light on teh wall, because if it's in here I'll freak out.  I have a hippo to my right, and a blanket to my left, like when you were little and you hid under the blankets to avoid from the monsters.  Seriously, it worked. 

Anyway, now with one last glance on the wall, and an extra glance over the sheet to make sure the multi-legged bastard thing isn't sleeping with me, and an extra chill... HOLY CRAP WHAT WAS THAT NOISE OUT FRONT?  It was squeaking or something.  OK, it's 2.51 AM, I need to sleep.

Woa, I'm reading this over now, and I seriously have weird nights.  I still have chills from that stupid centipede.  :(

And because I can, I made a cute little map so it makes better sense.  :3

The A is where I live.
The pink is the route I took last night.

The green is where the cars were parked.

The blue is the route I normally take.

I think tonight I'll be going down blue.  Or maybe just shake everything up and come the other direction, ah!

Jillian vs. Racoons vs. Centipedes

Ah, I can’t believe I forgot to tell ya’als about my encounter with the raccoon a few nights ago. I get home at like 1.30 AM and all the lights are on in my neighbor’s house. They’ve just moved and I think there’s renovators in there or something. As I pull into my parking space, someone is peeking out the window and I instinctively turn down my iPod. I hear this unearthly screaming I had heard a few nights ago that sounded like an animal dying. My boyfriend said it was probably a fox, as foxes scream, so I’m a little freaked out because I don’t want to meet a fox tonight, and I watch too much Animal Planet and think I’m going to get bit and get rabies. I get out the car and look to the left towards a different house (I live in a townhouse) and there is this THING that’s walking along the sidewalk in the darkness. I think “woa, that’s one ugly cat….wait… OH SHIT, IT’S A RACCOON.” A chill goes up my spine, and the only thing I can think to do is jump back in the car. I’m all panicked, and the stupid thing walks across MY PORCH to the neighbors house like “whatever dude, this is my house.” I flash my lights at him but he looks at the car and keeps walking. I’m really freaked out now and call my boyfriend, who I know is probably asleep, because he had fallen asleep before I left and am flipping out on the phone. He’s like “well, just honk at it,” but I don’t want to wait up the neighbors. As I’m sitting there talking to him, these things are still screaming, and the raccoon that walked across my porch is CLIMBING THE BRICKS of the neighbor’s house, and is climbing up the window to get to another raccoon that’s been screaming. I’m like yelling this to my boyfriend: “omgomgomg, he’s on the window! He’s climbing up the bricks! HE’S ON THE WINDOW!” Then the people who are in the house, who I assume are trappers or something, because the people that are moving in are two women and these are two men, come out and scare the window climber away who goes sulking back down the sidewalk. One man’s out near my car and the other has a flashlight in the doorway (I’m with you, bro) and the guy on the sidewalk is telling the other to shine the flashlight up, in Spanish. I figure it’s my time to leave and get out and tell them they’re raccoons, but I don’t think they understood, and I don’t know how to say raccoon in Spanish (mapache) so I just run in the house. My cats are sitting there like “oh hey, what’s going on? What took you so long to come in the house?!” I text my boyfriend to let him now I got in ok, and go upstairs.

Aw, so then you think this is the end of the story and I just went to bed, right? NO, YOU’RE WRONG. I put my cats in my room, pee and brush my teeth and go to turn off the fish tank light and there’s a bloody centipede behind the tank, on the wall. WTF. I hate centipedes. I hate bugs of all kinds, but I can usually kill them, but not these bastards. Just typing about them is giving me the creeps. It’s half dead, and kinda meanders across the wall a bit and I pick up a shoe, because I don’t really want to sleep on the sofa in the other room, and we rearranged the furniture downstairs and I don’t be able to use the sleep sofa. All this is going through my head, while I’m standing there naked with a shoe in my hand. I also debate who to wake up to kill it and who would be less angry: my boyfriend, who totally would not drive over here to kill it; my dad who can’t see that well as he’s legally blind and would be pissed, and I’m naked; or my mom who would be pissed as hell because she thinks I can just get over this phobia. I’m still standing there as the thing makes its way slowly across the wall and goes out under the door. (And we got new darker carpets, so I can barely see it.) Thank god for Susie! She was on that sucker like white on rice, and it went zinging across the carpet, horizontally, at speeds I wouldn’t have thought possible for something so small. It might have broken a sound barrier, seriously. (Now I know why they have so many legs. Damn things are FAST.) I think Susie eventually kills it, but I’m exhausted and want to sleep, and as long as it’s not in my room anymore, I don’t really care.

And then I’m free to sleep with the sounds of Susie’s bell on her collar and the screaming of raccoons in the distance to lull me into sleep.