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Monday, November 24, 2008

Hm, well...




You Are a Blueberry Muffin



You are a nurturing, domestic, homey person.

Of all the types, you are the most likely to make your own muffins at home.



You don't like to rock the boat, and you're most content when you're making everyone else happy.

You are very loyal. You'll defend your family and friends, even if you secretly disapprove of what they're doing.



You tend to be a bit shy and withdrawn. You don't make friends quickly or easily.

But once you do make a good friend, the chances are high that you'll be friends for life.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

This is Only the Beginning



I'm contemplating turning this blog into one that is less about knitting, and more about whatever I feel like writing about. I do so very little knitting these days. I suppose I'm just not in the mood. I did start a sock with my Toefootsies yarn, but heck if I feel like knitting on it.

I feel like attending a Coheed concert. Next weekend I'll be going to something of a Spazmatics concert, though, so perhaps that will suffice. The band Tyler Read is playing at Ridglea theater this evening, and I was thinking of going, but I doubt that I will actually go. A Litmus Test is my personal favorite, so I will be a great, amazing person and share it with you.


Tyler Read- A Litmus Test
Three o' clock on your watch as you stagger out into the street
Whisky soaked, you light up a cigarette for the way it feels between your fingers
Hold the phone, no let it ring (She'll be there wondering)
It's been a long day but a longer night,and this has been a long(time coming)
This only the beginning, in the end you think you're winning
This is only a fake ending, making yourself a way out
In your room, in your room, where you pace back and forth
There were angels all around you now you can't see them anymore
You take this pill from the bottle and now swallow
Giving in is not the problem, no, it's the dosage that will do you in
This is only the beginning, in the end you think you're winning
This is only a fake ending, making yourself a way out
When you close your eyes to sleepIs the ending bittersweet?
When you close your eyes to sleep
What do you see
All the forgotten memories
From all the images you keep
But in the end it'd what you see
That tears you into pieces
Do you think you'll just fade away?

This sums up how I feel.



Thursday, November 06, 2008

November 6, 2008

I'm nineteen and I'm alive. What am I doing for my birthday? Not a thing, except, well, blogging.

Tuesday, November the fourth, author Michael Crichton died. As you could easily see from previous blogs, I appreciate his work. So, everyone should take the time to go read his biography, and perhaps even one of his novels.

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