Blarg!!!

Well, let's see...I have had quite an interesting day. (By interesting, I, of course, mean unfortunate)

First, I realized that I had screwed up my first knitting project...and I was having such fun with it too!!! I finally decided that I was going take a nap and then just continue knitting and see how it progressed.

Then, my mom felt the desperate need to annoy me. Which isn't any different from any other day, but I figured I'd throw it in there to make my day seem even more pathetic. Luckily for me, she tends to leave the house in the morning and not return home until late evening, but she still manages to make me want to scream during the interludes in which I'm forced to converse with her.

So, after awhile, and a nice nappy nap, I got back to knitting and was feeling quite loverly about things. I noticed that the pattern I was theoretically supposed to be getting was there but rather lopsided and I'd picked up several stitches along the way. I wasn't quite sure if I was meant to be picking up new stitches, but figured that I'd continue to see how it progressed while I contemplated tossing it to the evil froggies who thwart my every stitch.

So, I concluded that taking a shower to clear my head and cleanse my stinky self was the answer and that when I returned I would continue knitting and contemplating. I spent an hour in the bathroom singing and using all the hot water before I was clean and content, at which point I called my mom and asked if it would be too much trouble to bring home a drink for me since all they have in this house seems to be water and milk and I can only handle so much dairy and tasteless liquid. She assured me that it wouldn't be a problem, but knowing my mother, I offered to call and remind her - to which she angrily replied that she wasn't stupid and could remember to pick up a damn drink.

- 5 hours later -

My mom finally brings my poor Grandmother back home after a long day of galavanting and I discover (much to my despair, but not to my surprise) that *GASP* my mom FORGOT to get my drink. So, I sighed at her and got a bottle of water. Of course she took this personally and took it upon herself to first, blame her forgetting it on my grandmother; saying that she was SO tired and had insisted they get home and second to insist that she go back out to pick it up. A nice thought, but I told her that I didn't need her to do it.

-1 hour later -

After arguing the point with my mother at length (see above time frame reference) she left the house despite my Grandma's, my Dad's and my own pleas with her to stay and went to pick up the damned drink. Again, a nice thought, but unnecessary. During all this I became rather stressed and upset...an effect my mother often has on me and I ended up, during her absence (a.k.a. sweet relief for me) sending my attempt at a scarf to the frog pond since the evil bastards seemed to want it so very badly. After my mom returned (with the drink I specifically requested she NOT get) she continued to annoy for awhile longer until she finally went to bed. Thank alpaca!!!

Unfortunately, I then decided to get online and check my MySpace account because...well, I have no life and I was bored. Plus, my knitting attempts all seemed to be a bust for today. So, I fiddled around on the internet island of whores for a bit and noticed that this guy (of course, it's gotta be guy trouble) ...this guy whom I seem to inexplicably care for, who is always - literally every time he talks to me - asking me to come see him and to date him, etc. has evidently abandoned his efforts in favor of a nearer, whore-ier female. Actually, she's probably a very nice girl and he's probably going to give her chlamydia, but it's still a pisser. Especially since they've evidently been dating for awhile now and just last night he asked - nay BEGGED me to come visit him/date him/have sex with him. Bleh...I realize that it's now almost 2 a.m., and therefore technically no longer Thursday, but I still feel the need to say I hope to Hell tomorrow turns out better.

At least as far as my knitting is concerned.

The Order of the Fiborg

This is the day the alpaca hath made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Amen