Showing posts with label knitting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knitting. Show all posts
Friday, December 21, 2007
pain knit pain pain pain
Stupid fucking inescapable pain! I just can't distract myself from it or do anything else or make any decisions right now. I want to do something else. I want to knit. Let's knit. But I finished the Priority #1 project (my cousin's Chranukah present fingerless mittens) and now I wanted to work on a dog sweater but I don't see my dog sweater book and I looked for it and I can't find it and it hurts to think any harder about where I last had the book and I just want to do something to distract myself from the pain and decision-making is not helping and it hurts a lot in my head so book must magically appear or I will have to just start making another pair of fingerless mittens for no one in particular because they are easy and I don't have to think and think=hurt and hurt=bad and I was supposed to call my neurologist again today but I was asleep and I don't know when he'll be open next week thanks to stupid Jesus (never too dead to insult religion) and I really want to drill a hole in my skull right now except it would have to be a quiet drill because loud drill would be bad.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
dancing, eating, watching, listening, and knitting
The "Take Me Out Right Now" dance looks very similar to the "I want you to pay attention to me for the next 30 seconds and then I'm going back onto your bed" dance. Very annoying when I stop what I'm doing, thinking my dog is dancing the former, only to discover, no, it was the latter.
Last night around 9:30 PM I was craving Indian food like a crazy woman.
Last night around 10:30 I paid $23 by check to the delivery guy for chicken korma and and order of naan. It took more research than it should have to find Indian Gourmet, which says right on its website that they are "Greater Chicagoland's only Indian restaurant that delivers." I wasn't thrilled with the apparent price-gouging or the fact that they didn't take credit cards (I had roughly $12 in cash in my apartment), but I needed my fix. Turns out, for $23, I will be able to eat for the rest of my life. It wasn't until my third rice and korma bowlful this afternoon that a dent finally appeared in the vats of food. And it's really good! I got the korma because the acupuncturist told me not to eat spicy foods, and with no butter chicken on the menu, it was the only dish that said "very mildly spicy." As a person who normally likes spicy food, this had enough flavor that I didn't miss the kick. The rice had whole bay leaves and some other whole herb that I recognize by taste and smell but still can't place. And the naan tastes like flat challah. All-in-all, it was the best $23 I've spent on food in a long time.
Since last night, I've watched three movies and listened to an hour and a half of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe via iPod audiobook. During those bits of audio-visual entertainment, I knitted an uneven pair fingerless gloves for myself. I have been coveting fingerless gloves ever since I first saw Birdie wearing great ones in some of her pictures of Facebook. I would have just bought myself a pair somewhere (they're not that expensive and I can excuse the purchase as functional), but my stupid wool allergy made it impossible to find any that were both comfortable and attractive. The ones I knit aren't great, but they will do and they don't clash with my nice coat.
I should do more audiobook listening while crafting. It's even better than TV or movies because I don't have to look up.
Last night around 9:30 PM I was craving Indian food like a crazy woman.
Last night around 10:30 I paid $23 by check to the delivery guy for chicken korma and and order of naan. It took more research than it should have to find Indian Gourmet, which says right on its website that they are "Greater Chicagoland's only Indian restaurant that delivers." I wasn't thrilled with the apparent price-gouging or the fact that they didn't take credit cards (I had roughly $12 in cash in my apartment), but I needed my fix. Turns out, for $23, I will be able to eat for the rest of my life. It wasn't until my third rice and korma bowlful this afternoon that a dent finally appeared in the vats of food. And it's really good! I got the korma because the acupuncturist told me not to eat spicy foods, and with no butter chicken on the menu, it was the only dish that said "very mildly spicy." As a person who normally likes spicy food, this had enough flavor that I didn't miss the kick. The rice had whole bay leaves and some other whole herb that I recognize by taste and smell but still can't place. And the naan tastes like flat challah. All-in-all, it was the best $23 I've spent on food in a long time.
Since last night, I've watched three movies and listened to an hour and a half of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe via iPod audiobook. During those bits of audio-visual entertainment, I knitted an uneven pair fingerless gloves for myself. I have been coveting fingerless gloves ever since I first saw Birdie wearing great ones in some of her pictures of Facebook. I would have just bought myself a pair somewhere (they're not that expensive and I can excuse the purchase as functional), but my stupid wool allergy made it impossible to find any that were both comfortable and attractive. The ones I knit aren't great, but they will do and they don't clash with my nice coat.I should do more audiobook listening while crafting. It's even better than TV or movies because I don't have to look up.
Friday, January 12, 2007
a-rest-ed
I put myself under house arrest today with the intention of cleaning. Actual cleaning done: I collapsed a few boxes and put a handful of gross things in a garbage bag. Otherwise, I spent the day watching movies and TV and knitting. But honestly, it was kind of a nice day if you ignore the whole nagging self-loathing for not being more productive. I like knitting and old detective movies and remembering why I don't miss TV. It's good to have a day off that isn't consumed by migraine.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Friends
Bleh. I really wanted to go out and DO something tonight, but oh well. Tomorrow is my last day of this session of my improv class and NBF wants to do something after, so my social tendencies will just have to wait.
I've been knitting a lot today. It's a very pretty scarf that has no intended recipient as of yet. Any of my female friends in need of a scarf? Or male friends who want a really girly scarf? Trouble is most of the people I'd consider giving it to require me to mail it, and that's a pain. I gave E a scarf for Chranukah last year and I'm not sure I'm at the gift-giving level of friendship yet with my improv class female friends. I was actually thinking about this the other day: most of my local friends are boys again. Not that it's a problem, and I like these friends very much, but it is a pattern. I just tend to be more comfortable around new boys than new girls. 
With new people in general I'm always paranoid they find me terribly annoying and it's best I just leave them alone. And guys tend to be much more obvious and upfront about it if they don't like you, whereas girls are much quicker to be friendly to your face and then bitches behind your back.
What was that, Dr. Freud? Leftover issues from the evil elementary school kids? Why, whatever do you mean? So at least the boys would make fun of me overtly and push me down stairs and stuff (and not in the crush-on-you way, but in the "holy shit I hate your guts and this is as much harm as I can do to you without getting locked up" way) while the girls would say subversive things and banish me to my leper colony and tell my friends they shouldn't hang out with me. I don't see how any of this could stem from that. No, not at all.
And I thought this entry was going to be about me being restless and bored. Interesting. This is why for me writing is better therapy than therapy.
I've been knitting a lot today. It's a very pretty scarf that has no intended recipient as of yet. Any of my female friends in need of a scarf? Or male friends who want a really girly scarf? Trouble is most of the people I'd consider giving it to require me to mail it, and that's a pain. I gave E a scarf for Chranukah last year and I'm not sure I'm at the gift-giving level of friendship yet with my improv class female friends. I was actually thinking about this the other day: most of my local friends are boys again. Not that it's a problem, and I like these friends very much, but it is a pattern. I just tend to be more comfortable around new boys than new girls. 
With new people in general I'm always paranoid they find me terribly annoying and it's best I just leave them alone. And guys tend to be much more obvious and upfront about it if they don't like you, whereas girls are much quicker to be friendly to your face and then bitches behind your back.
What was that, Dr. Freud? Leftover issues from the evil elementary school kids? Why, whatever do you mean? So at least the boys would make fun of me overtly and push me down stairs and stuff (and not in the crush-on-you way, but in the "holy shit I hate your guts and this is as much harm as I can do to you without getting locked up" way) while the girls would say subversive things and banish me to my leper colony and tell my friends they shouldn't hang out with me. I don't see how any of this could stem from that. No, not at all.And I thought this entry was going to be about me being restless and bored. Interesting. This is why for me writing is better therapy than therapy.
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