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I’ve made some new friends recently who are pretty conservative (not politically just in general. Maybe they are politically,too, I really have no idea. We don’t sit around and talk about those things, it’s one of the things you’re not supposed to talk about. Politics and religion, but we do discuss religion because I know them from church [yes, I’ve been going to church, it’s weird for me, too] so we don’t want to add to the weirdness by adding politics in there, although I’m pretty sure they’re Republicans. Who knows.)
So, when I accidentally throw an eff bomb into a conversation, it isn’t generally well received. I try to hold it in, they’re just fighting to get out, those eff bombs! And it’s really unnecessary for me to use that word anyway, but back to what I was saying.
We’ll all be at lunch or something and someone will say something completely innocent and then I’ll add to the conversation. And, I can hear it coming out of my mouth but I can’t take it back. I am the queen of saying innuendos, often sexual, mistakenly. I don’t even mean them that way, I mean the real meaning of the words, no innuendos, but once I realize what I’m saying I turn red and they all realize what I said and then it’s on.
It’s like every lunch I have with them. They probably think I have a horribly dirty mind. And I make it worse by immediately saying, omg I can’t believe I just said that and everyone has already heard it and then this other dude will add to it and it’s really funny and he takes it there but he whispers it so I’m the only one who hears and people think I’m the crazy one. Poo.
I had another metal smithing class last night and it was way better. We worked on pendants. In the first 1o minutes of class, some huge, heavy drill thing fell on my head and almost gave me a concussion. My instructions said their mom instincts kicked in. They were all over me. But, I liked it, made me feel loved. I then proceeded to break about 50 more saw blades, but I think I’m getting the hang of it. AND I got to play with fire and sauter stuff. It was awesome. If they really knew me, I don’t think I would’ve been entrusted with an open flame. Apparently, if one of the gas canisters gets knocked over and a special part breaks, it will go off like a torpedo. I just think they’re chained to the walls due to theft.
Getting my tattoo tonight! I’m super pumped! I’m taking in my arm, because it will never be the same again. :) And, good luck to Kyla, who is getting her ink finished tonight!
Don’t forget to enter my giveaway!
UPDATE: So. I will not be getting inked tonight. My lovely artist is having a personal emergency and postponed until next week (she’s okay, don’t worry). ‘sigh’ I’m really disappointed, but I feel bad for being disappointed. As a coworker pointed out to me, “What’s the rush? You’ll have it a lifetime.” Now, I need plans for the evening. I’m thinking crafty/Chinese food gorge/movie night. Anyone in?
I made this for the fridge in the office. Enjoy.
The phrase of the weekend was definitely Bubble Up. Which, is weird and not important and this post is almost 2 days late. Maybe, because I thought I would have time last night or this morning and then I ended up having a really intense work day and barely had time to breathe. The kind of day where you think about catching your desk on fire, just to be mean. When I had shifts like that when I was in the restaurant biz I would sit out back and catch leaves on fire and little branches and stuff. Or, I just wouldn’t talk to anyone for like 5 hours. Because I have no people skills. And I like fire when I get mad.
Bubble Up. Dude…have you played the new Mario for Wii? It’s awesome. What’s so awesome about it? Multi player is on the same screen. So, if you’re an asshole (like me) you can pick up your fellow players and throw them at the bad guys like weapons. (Justin keeps telling me you aren’t really using them as weapons because it does nothing to the bad guy and it only hurts the other player) You can throw them off of ledges and stuff too. Which I think is great. But, Justin and Ray (his roomie) kind of banned me from playing with them.
There is this other thing where you can get into a bubble if you are playing multi player, like if you are about to die, and then just float along while the other person keeps going. So, we were yelling “Bubble Up!!” at each other all weekend. (Well, they were yelling it all weekend, I went to bed at 8:30 on Friday night and they played without me Oh, I will seek my revenge, just you wait…muahahahahahahaha!!!!).
Note for the FCC: No, Nintendo did not pay me to say this or give me anything free and anything like that. So…you can put your fine somewhere inappropriate.
I was out with friends, knitting with using double pointed needles. I think I was working on a sock or something. I had my knitting materials laid all over the place. (I try to keep them contained, but they seem to leap out of my reach every time I look away.)
Emily, who is sitting next to me, has been watching me knit for a while. I secretly watch her out of the corner of my eye as well, just so she knows that I can see her…
So, she’s watching me. People are talking to each other. Conversation all around, enjoyable evening. All of a sudden, Emily picks up one of my double pointed needles and begins cleaning her nails with it!! O. M. G. “Emily!” I screeched. “What are you doing! That is not a tooth pick!”
What does Emily do…O, nothing. She just smiles, looks at her lap and giggles. “Well, they are the perfect size.” Then she sighs and hands the needle back to me.
Who does that?! I am going to have to disinfect this knitting needle with like lysol, bleach and boil it, then let it soak in some hydrogen peroxide for a day. Or two. I don’t know what is under those nails. Emily seems very clean, but you never know. She could have been out digging for grubs in the sewer. Could have! Knitting needles don’t grow on trees, either. Actually, they technically do, because this one is made out of bamboo, so it did come from a tree, but someone had to make it into a double pointed knitting needle. It didn’t just come out of the tree like that. I guess, what I am trying to say is that these things cost money and I can’t just throw it away. Then I will only have three size 2 knitting needles and I can’t do anything with 3. If I bought more, then I would have 7 or 8 of them and that is way too many to keep track of. ‘sigh’
By the time I finish disinfecting this needle, I hope is hasn’t dissolved into bamboo goo. Is there any such thing as bamboo goo?