This pinterest board has the most enjoyable captions I’ve seen. #RugratFashion http://pinterest.com/tiffanywbwg/my-imaginary-well-dressed-toddler-daughter/
“Quinoa and her BFF Chevron like to drive in vintage cars out to the desert, park them, and take a bunch of pictures looking pissed off.” — Tiffany from http://wouldbewritersguild.blogspot.com
So, I was all amped to blog again, on February 20, apparently. Somehow, three months slipped by. Wowee. I’ve been on a sabbatical the last couple months, and loving it. But it’s time for me to really get cracking. I won’t go into too much of my top secret thoughts, at this point, but I’m happier and I love my friends and family’s support in my zany life decisions. I know I’m being vague. So in sum, I’ve hopped on to multiple spirals, mostly upward, a few downward, but yes, MOSTLY upward.
I’m resurrecting the machine knitting life. My class starts in the first week of June. I had started machine knitting a few years ago, before I moved to SF, and never completed a garment 100%. Right now, my knitting machine, the LK 150, is neglected in its box, under my loveseat, and I’m excited to give it the love it deserves. I even bought a new craft table, just for such knitting and sewing activities.
Yes! It folds up into the wall when not in use. So essential in this small apartment I live in. Isn’t it romantic? However, I still haven’t mounted the desk, because I realized that this is a project that requires more than one person. At first, I was so excited, I tried doing it myself, and it was slapstick funny. Too bad no one but my bruises and I could tell the tale. But yes, I’m excited to get some friends to help me mount this mofo.
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I miss blogging. I’ve decided to return to that amyrottencore-ness. I’m not sure what that means but I’ll just be saying stuff, and seeing what happens. I’m also doing the healthy thing, turned up a notch, so I’m not gonna write much more this evening, since it’s already 9:29 pm, and I ought to shut down the computer. But for my enjoyment, here’s a picture of Kylie and me doing cardio on Christmas. No joke, after this episode, I changed from that plaid woven blouse (seen below) to a t-shirt, so I could sweat and move freely while raising my heart rate.
Happy Thanksgiving. May you have a knight to remember. http://ow.ly/i/19OXO
I’m a huge fan of both these ladies, Chloe Grace Moretz (I own the Kick Ass DVD) and Suzanne (I just so happen to be wearing my honeyhoney tshirt right now). I’d say more, but I’m sleepy, so I’m just gonna let this lookalike speak for itself. Goodnight!
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I’m taking song requests. Thanks @WendyWMusic for the new gear! 
Greetings! The theme for today is SUN. Gotta love that darn ball of fire. I mean, in these uncertain times, it’s nice to know that a girl can get vitamin D for FREE, rather than paying for supps.
I assume all of you were stoked on last Sunday’s solar eclipse. I was! Fortunately, Ryan and Fabiola hosted a lovely BBQ during the eclipse-viewing hours, so I got to enjoy the radness amongst friends who embrace this astronomical occasion, and the efforts involved in viewing it safely. I didn’t have my “real” camera with me, but I managed to snap a few with my iPhone. I was comfortable in my patio chair, so I made no effort to get up and move closer to the action, so the close-up pictures are less than crisp. Still, I’m happy that I captured the team effort in the main picture here. And check out the faces of tormented souls in the upper right corner. Apparently, they’re not that stoked on the eclipse.
The following are not eclipse related, but I took these pictures of the sun about a month ago during a lovely Sunday evening stroll.
And of course, I gotta thank the Cure for being such an influence during my youth, and still inspiring me today, as shown in today’s blog post title. “Staring at the sky/staring at the sun” are lines from their song about Albert Camus’ The Stranger, which you may listen to in the video below:
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I’m sick. Yes, all sick and twisted in the membrane. Ew. I know. I just had to do it, because I knew it’d gross Wendy out. It grosses me out too. Hey hey! Personal shout out via blog post! Do people even say “shout out” anymore? Sheesh. If you’re wondering why I’m using all these cutesy terms, I’m asking myself the same thing. I have more important things to concern myself about, such as adult acne…I just stopped typing so I could touch my face with the back of my hand, to judge myself about any bumps on my face. So, let’s drop the sub.
By the way, I have nothing against Cypress Hill. In fact, I rather like them. In high school (maybe first year in college? I don’t know), Jenessa and I bartered some Cypress Hill tickets to some dudes who worked at the X-Large store or something. I think because it was a 21+ show, and we were only 18, or we had something more important to do that night? Anyway, that day, a couple dudes got some legit Cypress Hill tickets at the House of Blues, and a couple chicks got some new t-shirts.
I guess we can blame or THANK my cold/flu for my amusement about the abbreves (there I go again!)–I don’t know what it is. I don’t know if it’s a cold or a flu, but I know that it’s uncomfortable to the point where I used up two vacation/sick days because I was too exhausted to face the world without feeling dizzy or falling asleep.
Yes, it’s a persistent one, this cold (I’m just gonna call it a “cold” because the “cold/flu” thing is too laborious to me to type out every time. We all know what I’m talking about. If so inclined, I might use, “they.”). I’ve only left the house ONCE, in the last FIVE DAYS, because I had a laser hair removal appointment that I couldn’t reschedule because I’d already rescheduled it from sleeping through it on Saturday, which was the first day of my cold. Aside from that crucial appointment, I haven’t gone outside during these past five days, so I’ve entertained myself with sleeping and journaling.
You might be wondering what my blog title has to do with anything I’m rambling about right now. I was originally going to call this post, “Cabin Fever,” for obvious reasons. But as I started typing, I realized that I really DON’T have cabin fever, and being with myself for over 120 HOURS (I worked the calculator and 24 x 5 = 120) is actually quite fun. So, I really don’t have “cabin fever.” I hope I don’t sound like a total blow-hard, but I do hope that if you ever catch this “cold,” you amuse yourself as much as I have.
I first heard of the term, “cabin fever,” from some young adult novel I read when I was 11 or so. I think it was Judy Blume’s Just As Long As We’re Together, but I’m not sure anymore, now that I’ve googled “Just As Long As We’re Together Cabin Fever” without the results I’m looking for. It doesn’t matter. Somehow, I linked the two.
Or we could get deeper and think about how you’re reading this, and if you’ve read this far (ew, a common stupid-blog-statement), you must really care about me. If so, I feel so honored. If not, I also feel honored. Good ol’ Judy. She writes good kid books and inspires good titles for my blog posts.
Well, this really turned out to be a freewrite that I’m sharing with you all. My original idea was to talk about how I was feeling down, and cabin-feverish, due to being sick, and share how awesome my L.A. trip was with some crappy pictures and anecdotes. When I say “crappy pictures,” it’s not a self-deprecating thing. I forgot to bring my camera, which happens when one packs a couple hours before her flight and is flinging clothes into a suitcase. But I had such an inspiring and happy week in L.A. last week, and I do wish to share with you. I’m tired, which is exciting because it’s only 10:42 pm, and I’ve been going to bed earlier these days. Goodnight!
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This holiday season was one of the funnest holidays I’ve ever had. Let’s start with a very important message:
It’s true! I do love you!
I also love the foodstuffs, which Charles and Regina slaved away on all day, on New Years Eve. Regina really put her Christmas gifts (Flour and Milk Bar cookbooks) to use. Everything tasted as good as they looked, and just FYI, the winter-weight-look is so hot right now. So if you see me, and I look a little different, i.e. puffy or swollen, I’m just following the trend, thanks to these delights! By the way, the macarons perfection were learnt from a class, not the cookbooks.
The Flour cookbook had recommended to readers, that they master the basic brioche first, before trying the fancier brioches. Regina did not heed. So rebellious and so successful, as shown here with the brioche au chocolat that she and Charles made:
However, she did make the basic brioche, AFTER we enjoyed the au chocolat ones. Priorities:
And then the custom-stamped sugar cookies. Yeah, not the most attractive cookies, but they were made with love. And of course, I like that everyone thinks that my 80’s painterly cookie was the decided best-looking cookie. I don’t even need to point it out. I think you’ll know by how attractive it is.
Not my first time eating multiples of these. The texture….oh, the texture:
Just had a blast last night at Slim’s, for the Priscilla Ahn show. This is a picture of Priscilla and Wendy. Aaron didn’t make the photo frame, but he played beautifully, as well.
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