So apparently I only update once a month these days, if not less, but that might be a good thing for you because how much of my depraved babbling can you really consume before becoming terminally ill? No wonder I don't get as many comments anymore; most of my watchers list has probably devolved into some form of giant amoeba whose only remaining function is oozing over the household in the hopes of randomly absorbing rudimentary nutrition. I've turned you into teenagers*, that's what.
But anyway. My news contains nothing that Harvard would find extraordinary but which I expect you to give the fullest attention so YOU SIT UP STRAIGHT BACK THERE. You know who I mean. Carrying on. In the midst of the dull-colored sludge that is schoolwork and studying for the SAT I made a new friend, who happens to be on DA and rather good at that whole art thing everyone is talking about. is the man. Girl. Person. Puppy?
The two of us and her younger sister have been hanging out a good bit in recent weeks, and by our powers combined we have been watching FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST which must be the center of the universe because I talk about it so bloody much. After several successive marathons we have only one disc left, then the movie. It's been a few years since I watched the entire thing through without interruption and all I can say is WOW how depressing.
IN OTHER NEWS I recently attended -well sort of recently- The Southern Annual Fiber Fair, where I had an opportunity to sell some bags I painted and also pet a large number of fluffy things. There was an astounding amount of yarn and cold weather all weekend, a snarky guy who sold soap, and me, saying 'hello, how are you' so many times that I began to wonder what it meant. Our next door neighbor was very nice and lent us a tarp so that our needles would not get rained on. These things are important in life. I bought a knitted finger puppet of a black llama and named it Charlie in his honor. It was a fairly productive weekend for everyone involved and we did odd things in our off time like descending upon CC's Pizza in vast numbers, littering their table with napkin roses, and going on a shopping spree at the Big Lots, where I procured a Pirates of the Caribbean bubble bath in the shape of the Black Pearl. These things are important in life. I can only wonder what it smells like, though**.
The sleeping arrangements were decidedly uncomfortable though. Wonderful lady by the name of Vera was kind enough to cram us countless knitting obsessed refugees on her property, but when you have to share the sofa bed in the camper with your sister and it mysteriously seems to have a black hole in its center, sleep is, surprisingly, difficult.
Ad I had a code all weeked. But I learned how to greet llamas, irritate the crap out of people who so much as think about looking out your products, and not wear a skirt on a very windy, muddy day. These things are important in life.
Came home to mom, who had a broken foot from tripping on the dog. She's talented.
I am glad to say I will have the entire month of December OFF from all schoolwork, according to mom, so I'll have plenty of time to goof off with my friends who I never see and make up embarrassing gifts for them. BO HA HA HA HA HA HA and that random insert brings to mind the fact that I started reading the Bleach manga as borrowed from and find that I like it much more than I ever liked the anime, but that's usually the case, isn't it? Except for maybe Fullmetal Alchemist. There it is again.
As I final note I will suggest the worst story ever written for your reading devastation- [link]
And thus ends this completely disjointed journal.

*No offense to you non-amoeba-like teenagers.
**Rum and pirates?

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