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 You tend to be a bit shy and withdrawn.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.

What Kind of Muffin Are You?

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.

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.