and now you see the light

I went through my yarn stash yesterday.  It's a terrifying sight.  There are so many crazy-ass frizzy poofy furry yarns in there, all of them given to me.  I don't buy novelty yarn.  I hate it, in fact.  But I realized that if I didn't start using it, it would sit there forever and mock me.  So I started using some of it.  I hate what I'm making already, but when it's done, I'll just shove it away until I need a last-minute Christmas present.  It's all good.

I did take Ari over to Joann's today, so of course, I left with more yarn.  But I got a nice deal on a big skein of sportweight yarn, which I really did need.  I've got tons of yarn, but all of it is worsted weight, and I really, really wanted to make some knee socks.  I managed to find a skein of black yarn, which surprised me, since it's advertised as a baby yarn.  Usually, baby yarn only comes in pukey pastel colors.  

Now, I shall make millions of socks.  MILLIONS!  Or, you know, two.  Whatever.

My hair is weirding me out.  We dyed it this crazy dark purple/red yesterday, and it definitely came out red.  But I've never had it this dark of a red before.  It's as dark as when I went with the really dark brown... but it's red.  Yeah, I don't know either.  It'll be interesting to see what it lightens to.  

My mother's working in Tacoma for the rest of the week, so it's looking like I'll be spending the evenings hanging out with Ari.  I wish I wasn't out of short-grain rice, cause I was thinking we could make some onigiri together.  He loves doing it, and his excitement is kinda contagious.  It's very sweet.

I caught him singing Get Up, Stand Up to himself today.  Bob Marley and my little brother.  It was... odd.

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Ah, Top Design.  I would say that I'm going to miss you... but that would be a lie, and we both know it.  It's not me, it's you.

Goil left last week, and it's difficult for me to admit, but he really was losing it.  He kinda cracked a bit during the party planning challenge (I shit you not, they were decorating tents, it was awful), and he never really fully recovered.  I really loved what he was doing to his wall during this last challenge, but seeing as how there was nothing else, I'm going to say that he tanked somewhat.  He definitely wasn't happy with his room.

Carisa, on the other hand, liked her room and her design so very, very much that I'm quite sure her giggly quips about wanting to stay the night in the showroom were far more serious than the judges realized.  I am, in fact, almost positive that she wanted to stay in that fake room so that she could rub her vagina over everything.  Or at least do something incredibly gross in just the bed.  I'm not sure.

I wish she wasn't so detestable, because her style is really the most like mine out of every damn designer on that show.  Her college student room was cliched and horrible, but a couple of her other rooms have been okay.  I really did like this one.  I'm sad that it came out of the same head where she keeps her face, because I hate that face.  That face is a face that might be pretty were it not for the constant loud shrieks, moans, and sarcastic laughs that come out of it.

To sum up = Goil, I love you, but go home and play with your Legos.  You'll feel better, I swear.  Carisa = I hope you get hit by a bus full of women skinner than you, driven by a bus driver named Carl.

I'm currently crocheting a hat that I'm less than happy with.  I've been trying for months now to make a hat for myself that I actually like, and I never get finished.  With this one, it's a bit too helmet-like.  I'm going to go ahead and finish it anyway, since I'm so close to done, but if I don't like it, I'll just give it to Ari.  He'll wear it, because it's black.  And I'll find a softer yarn and try again.  Grarrgh.

Maybe it'll soften up with washing.  That happens sometimes with acrylic yarns.  And hell, I only paid $1.90 for the skein of yarn and I've even got some left over, so it's not worth ripping out.  My shoulders and wrists are aching like mad from working on it all night last night - 4mm hooks make me want to cry.

Everything is dumb and stupid and dumb.  And stupid.