Wait... this picture was taken when?

Here's a picture of me and my roommate, lying drunk on my floor. I forgot that Jim had started playing with my camera that night, so I got quite a suprise a week later when I checked the memory card...

Anyway, this is my most favorite picture of me and Amanda ever, cause it sums up the closeness of our relationship, the fact my stomach makes a nice pillow, and the state of my room. Plus Manda looks so cute.

Identity Crisis

So today, Jim says I'm wholesome. Yes, me, the girl with the lesbian poster in her room, the chick who has been known to lust after the badguys in movies, wholesome. Jim says that all that and the witchcraft and paganism are just surrounding inner wholesomeness. And a creamy nougat center, adds Amanda.

I think he might be right.

I mean, look at me. I've got freaking pet bunnies, for crying out loud. I'm getting married to a guy I've been in a completely monogamous relationship with for six years. But then again, I like to swear, drink, and wish insane acts of violence on people who irritate me. So, I suppose the question is whether deep down, I'm actually a sweet, loving individual or a diabolical fiend intent on mischief.

After considering this for sometime, I've decided I'm both. I am a Gemini after all, and we have two personalities. I guess that I'm wrapped in a dark layer of scary chocolate, surrounding a creamy nougat of wholesomeness, with a strip of evil caramel. Oh, and there's gotta be peanuts in there, cause I'm pretty sure I'm insane.

I'm the worlds most delicious candy bar.

GOOOO GATORS!!!!!

So... I hear that its

GREAT
TO
BE
A
FLORIDA
GATOR!!!

We won the basketball championship... I can't even believe it. I'm too psyched to go to bed, and even if I could sleep, there's too much yelling and partying out front. Why are there classes tomorrow? Every Gator in the world is partying their brains out right now, and the administration expects us to get up and be coherent? Oh, and to not drink... good old Machen is on the warpath against drinking.

Amanda and I pre-ordered Championship shirts, and are getting them tomorrow... everything about this rules.

Go Gators.

Here's a new picture of me with a hat I just knitting two weekends ago. Its a Noro yarn, a silk and wool blend.

This weekend has been kinda bleh. Amanda has worked all but two hours of today, so I'm just at home, studying for my exam tomorrow (stupid Seahawks) and eventually, knitting some more for the knitting olympics. I'm five inches into the back of the jacket, and I hope to get to eleven and a half tonight, so that I can start armhole shaping tomorrow. That a lot of knitting.

So back to work I go. I really just wanted to post this picture and gripe a little. My blogs will get more interesting, I promise.

Its official... I'm insane

So, I'm participating in the knitting Olympics. Basically, I'm making a jacket, which I'll cast on (start) during the opening ceremony, and then have till the torch is out to finish it. So, 16 days to knit an entire jacket. I'm going to die. I mean, never mind that I have, you know, class and papers and whatnot.

I really don't have much to blog right now besides that. So, I guess I'll update in a few days so everyone can see that I'm still alive. If I'm still alive.

Here's to the weekend...

So, its been quite a week. On the plus side, I scored 2 points in Ultimate Frisbee class, one that I threw and one that I caught. On the down side, Manda had to go to the doctor. :( The doc put her on some medicine, which has a slight, very small, chance to cause suicidal thoughts. So, if she says anything to me like, "Hey, anti-freeze doesn't taste all that bad" or "You know, I really like the coffin with the wood grain finish" then we've got problems. Not that that will happen, or that if she said that type of thing to me at any other time I'd ignore it, but now I have to worry a little. Just a smidgen. Its just that she's my most bestest friend and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her.

Ugh. Enough mushy stuff. This Saturday, we're (Manda and I) taking a knitting class. We're learning to knit fair isle, which means we're gonna be able to change colors mid-row and have it not look like crap. I'm super, super excited. Oh, the things I will knit. And, how could anyone forget, this Sunday is the SUPERBOWL!!!! Woohoo!!! I have to cheer for the Seahawks, cause one of my professors lived in Seattle for a while, and he said if they win we won't have a midterm. Not sure if he was kidding or not, but if they win I will not let him test us without a fight. I'm watching you Sandgren: I can be very, very irritating. :)

So go Hawks. For the love of God. Dr. Sandgren's tests scare me.

Football and Manda's Patented Touch-o'-Death

So, my roommate Amanda's had a bit of bad luck as of late. To cap off, here's what happened before Christmas break:

1. Her tires were slashed.
2. Her Grandmother was put in the hospital for failure to thrive.
3. Her boyfriend of two and a half years dumped her out of the blue.

And then, after the new year:

1. The Bucs lost.
2. She's been on a job hunt, during which
3. She was in a car accident.

So, saying that her luck is a little bad is a bit of an understatment. For a week or so, however, we thought things might be turning around. Then we realized that she's just been channeling her bad luck to others. Her pick for the Superbowl was Colts vs Chicago. Normally, she's dead on in football. Not this year. If you haven't been following, neither of those teams are in it anymore. So, today, she picked Dever and Carolina.

Denver lost. Pittsburg slaughtered them. No wait, that's unfair. Pittsburg murdered Denver, chopped up the bodies, rolled them in salt, and then fed them to the Bronco's mascot. Really unbelievable. So I'm blogging now, before the second game of today, to say that Carolina doesn't have a chance in Hell. They are screwed. Personally, I think that they're a better team than the Seahawks, but unfortunatly, so does Amanda. We're betting right now that Carolina's quaterback will trip on the field and break a leg before the game actually starts. Their only hope is that now that we've realized her current crippling affect on a team's ability to not suck, we think that Seattle will win. Its a battle to see where the bad luck goes.

God help them all.

Its me!

 
 

So, here I go again. I once had a blog, but the site shut down or was captured by pirates or some such thing. So I'm starting over. Hopefully, this time I'll actually remember to post.

A lot has happened in the last month or so. My room mate Amanda is still here, cause her boyfriend decided to be a c**k-biting f**k-tard and dump her. I won't bother with details (mainly cause we don't know what the crap happened, and she's sick of talking about it), but I'm happy that we are still living together, but sad that she's upset. No, wait. Replace "sad" with "blinded with rage"; I always get really pissed off when somebody hurts people I care about. She's really hot and really amazing, though, so I'm sure she'll bounce back and end up with someone even better than he-who-shall-get-a-fork-in-the-eye.

Enough serious stuff. This blog will eventually contain all of the wit one would expect based on my previous works. Oh, and my descent into madness as I try to plan a wedding, graduate college, figure out what I'm doing with my life, and keep the bunnies happy.

That's Snoopy by the way. She's the good bunny.