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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

@ 2:31 PM

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Monday, February 28, 2011

dave scarf @ 1:55 AM

20 stitches for broken record pattern
21 rows

20 stitches for record pattern
20 rows

3-stitch border (inside)
2-stitch cable
2-stitch cable (so 4 stitches)
1 stitch in between these 'cause
2-stitch garter border (outside)

cast on 40 stitches

garter-stitch 3 rows (K every row)

row 4 (right side): K2, K1, K4, K3, K20, K3, K4, K1, K2
 *this is just a way of establishing the separations to make the cables easier to deal with. nothing is actually happening right now.
row 5 (wrong side): K2, P1, P4, P3, P20, P3, P4, P1, K2
row 6: repeat row 4
row 7: repeat row 5
(c)row 8: K2, K1, S2 onto a cable needle and hold in front (S2 on cbl), K2, K2 on the cable needle (K2 on cbl), K3, K20, K3, S2 on clb, K2, K2 on cbl, K1, K2
row 9: repeat row 5

row 10 (row 1 of pattern): K2, K1, K4, K3, *begin 20-st pattern*, K3, K4, K1, K2
row 11 (p row 2): K2, P1, P4, P3, *continue pattern*, P3, P4, P1, K2
row 12 (p row 3): repeat row 10
row 13 (p row 4): repeat row 11
(c)row 14 (p row 5): K2, K1, K2, K2 on cbl, K3, *continue pattern*, K3, K2, K2 on cbl, K1, K2
row 15 (p row 6): repeat row 11
row 16 (p row 7): repeat row 10
row 17 (p row 8): repeat row 11
row 18 (p row 9): repeat row 10
row 19 (p row 10): repeat row 11
(c)row 20 (p row 11): K2, K1, K2, K2 on cbl, K3, *continue pattern*, K3, K2, K2 on cbl, K1, K2
row 21 (p row 12): repeat row 11
row 22 (p row 13): repeat row 10
row 23 (p row 14): repeat row 11
row 24 (p row 15): repeat row 10
row 25 (p row 16): repeat row 11
(c)row 26 (p row 17): K2, K1, K2, K2 on cbl, K3, *continue pattern*, K3, K2, K2 on cbl, K1, K2
row 27 (p row 18): repeat row 11
row 28 (p row 19): repeat row 10
row 29 (p row 20): repeat row 11
row 30 (p row 21): repeat row 10

row 31: repeat row 5
(c)row 32: K2, K1, K2, K2 on cbl, K3, *continue pattern*, K3, K2, K2 on cbl, K1, K2

basically cable row every right side (rs), wrong side (ws), rs, ws, (c), (c)ws or actually every 4 (5, counting the purl row after a (c)) rows until desired length.

last 3 rows: garter stitch.
cast off and put some sweet tassels on that motherfucker.

-fuck it doesnt get any cooler than this

*optional*
if you wanna be a huge loser--by which I mean awesome--you could knit dave's unbroken record on the other end of the scarf. aw yeah.

brought to you by: someone who would like to call themselves hipsterUnicorn.

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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

@ 8:12 AM

Oops, I'm sorry Stephen I can't go out with you 'cause I'm in love with someone from the Internet.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

yeah okay @ 1:17 AM

It's taken me a long time to actually be okay with my appearance. Like, I still think my face needs work, but I don't really dwell about it or whatever.
but I just realized that I don't even like myself as a person. I really don't, to the point where I can't even defend my opinions. I mean, I have them, but as soon as someone disadgrees with me, I'm like "uh" like a fucking dumb bitch and it just makes me want to die inside. I can't even say two words without feeling like a complete dumbass, not to mention obnoxious... idiot. I just can't handle it. I don't like myself. I feel like I don't know anything at all. I don't know why anyone even wants to talk to me. I'm loud and obnoxious and I don't know what I'm talking about most of the time and I just can't deal with it. I feel like I can't do anything, like I just can't and that I'm not going to amount to anything and that I'm not even special, so what am I doing here? I just don't know who I am or what I want and I'm afraid I'll spend the rest of my life not knowing and I can't handle that. I can't. There are so many people that can do everything better than I can, so what am I even worth to the world? Nothing. I just feel that no one likes me and that just because of how I trip up and babble all the time that they'll never want to get to know me. I just don't know. I don't know anything, I don't.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

today @ 11:06 PM

"do you eat a lot, Angelica? 'cause I heard lesbians eat a lot."
"n-yeah. yeah. I eat so much. I just eat so much food."
"really?"
"no, I'm lying. I'm not a lesbian."
"I heard lesbians lie all the time too!
"I think my girlfriend must be a lesbian, 'cause she eats a shitload and lies a lot."

and then I asked Cole if I could seduce his girlfriend and he said he couldn't stop me, but he'd prefer I didn't.
so I made my new mission in life to get Cole's girlfriend in the sack.






---

fff-- today was awesome. Paula, Cole, Matt, David and I all went to Chipotle with this kid Ethan and this girl he apparently likes or something, but WHO CARES this isn't about them.

we went to Matt's house after ('cause he happens to live across the street) and we watched Fantastic Mr. Fox and it was so good. we were all just remarking on how good it was. it was great. you should watch it, invisible audience.


today was pretty flipping great, man.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

@ 10:51 AM

I honestly just want a friend that I can snuggle with.

Also, make out with.

We're teenagers, we all want that. Why is it so hard for meeee.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Lesbianism. @ 12:17 PM

So I'm always making these lesbian jokes and mentioning how hot other chicks are (well, not that obnoxiously) and I got to thinking, what if I actually am a lesbian?

I mean, I like dudes (like ----- ----; he's so cyuute~ :3 ^w^ kawaii~~*~*~*~*) but I also think girls are attractive too.

Now, I know what you're thinking, I know. But I really, really hate the word bisexual.
I have friends who are bisexual and that's fucking awesome and everything, but to me, it's just not an acceptable description. It's sounds so restrictive to me, when it's ... not.
Why can't you like whoever you like? I wish gay people could be accepted and they could marry whoever the fuck they wanted! And I'm cool with the idea of just liking whoever I want! But most of the time, bisexual to me just sounds kind of ... selfish. I don't think my bi friends are selfish at all, but I guess that's where I get hypocritical.

"Oh, you like guys and girls? That's cool!"

I never want to hear anyone say that to me, ever. And I've been battling this notion for a couple of months now, and it sucks that I'm so reluctant to accept, if there is anything to accept, because I would love for all people to be comfortable with their sexuality, especially the gay ones, because it is so tough nowadays. But of course, I secretly don't want to put myself through that.
I don't know...

I've had fantasies, but that doesn't mean anything, you know.

I just wish I could like whoever I want and just be happy with myself.




But of course, that's the whole point of this whole project.

---
It's not like it would happen

but sometimes I have ideas of things I would write if I committed suicide.
But I mean, yeah, I'm sad, but not sad enough? You can always be sad enough, but even though I can be pretty cynical, I don't think I am doing this because I actually want to kill myself.

I think I just like the morbid idea. But there are still so many things to do. And even if my hopes are still hazy, there is ice cream and science fiction and all the stuff a girl needs. Because really, if everyday difficulties were all that bad, everyone would have offer themselves by now and they haven't, so there must be something that's worth it.








I always tell myself I'm not afraid of death, but deep down, I probably am.

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