I'm still still alive!

I'm still alive!! Lol

Today at Cape Canaveral, Nasa launched its last space shuttle, marking the end of a 30 year government funded space program. Space shuttle Atlantis blasted off into space at 11:30 eastern and will meet up with the International Space Station in about two days.



It is a somber yet exciting day.




For a full article from Wired on the launch and what the end means for Nasa, Click here.

So my hobbies have had a bit of a changing of the guards. Its taken some things to the back burner if not completley off the table and other things back to the forefront of crap I like to do. Music has once again stabbed me in the fucking face so I'm going to let that simmer somewhere else. The hook, however, is a trusty and loyal friend who was there for me when the staves decided to crap on me. Oh dear sweet crochet hook, why did I ever put you down? Crochet hook, I love you. (crochet hook says, "shut up baby. i know.")

With that said, I'm cleaning up my cave of a craft room/office and preparing for market days in the fall as well as making myself a quiet and relaxing quiet to study in come the fall semester. That was a fucking long sentance. Right now my craft room looks...well....there's a lot of crap everywhere.

I have about five projects I'm working on right now. One is a comission and the others are for friends or jstu for the hell of it.

1. a case for a nintendo DSi as a comission. It really shouldn't take too long.
2. Amigurumi steak and beer for my cousin.
3. Covering my headphones with yarn and adding big fox ears. (almost done with this one.)
4. Afghan. (why god why?)
5. Open work hoodie. (again, why god why?)
6. Hats for a co-worker and friend.


The afghan and the sweater will be long term projects to do in between other more awesome projects. I just want to prove to myself that I can. Plus the yarn I bought for the afghan was on sale. ON SALE!!!! My yarn stash just keeps growing... lol

I've kind of ran out of crap to type here.

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That's how I've been feeling lately. Now i don't like getting whiny on my blog, especially if I haven't posted in a while, but I've been melancholy. Oh lord... I tried to spell that "meloncholy."

I had to drop my trig class this semester. Four weeks just isnt enough time to master the material. I sincerely don't care if the other kids can do it. As an adult, I know my limitations and learning trig in four weeks is one of them. Three months in a normal semester? Oh hell yeah. Four weeks no.


Three months good, four weeks bad.

So I closed the door to the cafe cubicle and the people who usually barge in here to spread germs and get ice, are fucking confused and annoyed. I can see it in their pushy faces. It gives me the internal jolly lolz. I really can't stand some of the people that work in this building. They figure that if you're behind the counter slinging coffee, you are not only a subclass species but their personal butler/slave as well. (see also : indentured servant) they treat our cafe like their personal kitchen. It's bullshit. Especially since most of us are students who are working towards a life of not slinging coffee. Plus, those who aren't don't deserve to be treated like crap.

Fragmented and run ons abound!

Anyway, feeling all isolated and crap. I call my friends, all two or three of them (JE SUIS LE BUTTERFLY SOCIAL!), and no one answers. Text them and no one texts back. Kind of unnerving since I have le social anxiety for the phone and I wont call unless in have to. I live through text. Plus come to find out that my BFF made some sort of huge life decision months ago and said nothing about it. But I learn about it from someone else who accidentally let the cat out of the bag? Mad? Well yes, I mad! Will I tell her? Prolly not. Firstly because I don't want to upset her since her decision was difficult enough already. No sense in salting the wound. Secondly, in my younger years I became notorious for being a hot headed filly with a tendency to overreact or bombard a person with my opinions, sulking and bitching if they weren't adhered to. I've since dialed it back a bit. Now I'm an old mare who doesn't like kids in her pasture but doesn't kick or bite and as long as someone is giving me apples, life is good. (greetings from horrible metaphor land!) What I'm getting at is I don't deserve to voice my hurt feelings since it's my fault she doesn't want to confide in me anyway. The reason I'm isolated is because I can be hard to be around. I've got no one to blame but myself.



- Posted with the utmost tedium and annoyance using BlogPress from my iPhone

I really am in a Satie kind of mood. Wistful, melancholy, and nostalgic. It is confusing to see people with your adult eyes when you were used to seeing them with your child eyes.

The past that is gone
is the bridge we will cross.
The people we loved
become the people we lost.

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