Oh, hello!
I've been moderately busy, with a healthy dose of sick/lazy. I did succeed in getting a new tattoo and finishing my Halloween costume.
While reading the latest issue of "Bust" Milt tattooed a cardinal on an apple blossom branch on my left arm. I originally wanted it on my shoulder, but it would have gone onto my neck and I'm not ready for that yet. So instead I got the bird, my granma's favorite, on the state flower of Arkansas, her home state. I'm hoping to get the color done tomorrow. It's fully healed and quite pretty. Maybe I'll add some chickadees on the inside of my arm? They're my favorite birds.
I've also been knitting up a storm. I knitted myself a hooded caplet and opera-length sleeves for my Little Red Riding Hood costume. It was pretty easy and cheap and everyone thought it was adorable. I opted for cute this year. Nothing slutty outside my lipstick. I left that to a friend's girlfriend who showed up in a lace bra and lace panties her butt hung out of and called herself "Poison Ivy." I'm also nearly done with my first sweater, a crazy asymmetrical cardigan that I need to finished sewing together. I confirmed what I already blieved: piecing shit together sucks, DPNs and circulars exist for a reason, and they're not that hard to use. Hopefully my next sweater will go better. But before I can do another sweater, I've got a devil hat to make Milt, an awesome Aran capelet, a pair of my-size wool tights (FUCK YOU SMARTWOOL!), and devise a pattern for an antler hat that I have in my head.
I applied for three jobs I really wanted in September, all in local public libraries. I found out yesterday that the last two I was holding out hope for are full. By a letter from the library notifying of the names of the people they hired. I was really angry, it felt like a slap in the face to find the names of the people who got the job I desperately wanted. I also felt like shit. I couldn't even get a simply library job. I've applied at so many places and I'm getting nothing at all. It just makes me feel like I wasted my time in college. My little sister makes more than me, and she never finished school. Not to mention she can show up at an interview in torn up jeans and start the job three days later. I don't know what's wrong me with in terms of jobs. I've never had much luck finding them. I hate how you can want something so bad, know that you'd be great at it, but never get it because you just don't have the luck of getting in at the right time.
I also found out last night that my uncle died a week ago. He was living in a homeless shelter and was found dead by the staff. They still aren't sure of the cause of death. I don't have a lot of feeling over it yet. My uncle manipulated my mother throughout his life, knowing that she could never turn him away. I lost all respect for him after he moved in following my parents divorce, then proceeded to treat my mother the same way my dad had prior to their divorce, not to mention him breaking into our house three times in the span of a week after she kicked him out. I'm more concerned with her wellbeing as I know how she gets. Her father, mother, sister, and youngest brother are dead. All she has left is her twin brother.
I do feel guilty though. The last time I saw him, I pretty much ignored him. But it's hard to do anything else when he was always so wasted.
While reading the latest issue of "Bust" Milt tattooed a cardinal on an apple blossom branch on my left arm. I originally wanted it on my shoulder, but it would have gone onto my neck and I'm not ready for that yet. So instead I got the bird, my granma's favorite, on the state flower of Arkansas, her home state. I'm hoping to get the color done tomorrow. It's fully healed and quite pretty. Maybe I'll add some chickadees on the inside of my arm? They're my favorite birds.
I've also been knitting up a storm. I knitted myself a hooded caplet and opera-length sleeves for my Little Red Riding Hood costume. It was pretty easy and cheap and everyone thought it was adorable. I opted for cute this year. Nothing slutty outside my lipstick. I left that to a friend's girlfriend who showed up in a lace bra and lace panties her butt hung out of and called herself "Poison Ivy." I'm also nearly done with my first sweater, a crazy asymmetrical cardigan that I need to finished sewing together. I confirmed what I already blieved: piecing shit together sucks, DPNs and circulars exist for a reason, and they're not that hard to use. Hopefully my next sweater will go better. But before I can do another sweater, I've got a devil hat to make Milt, an awesome Aran capelet, a pair of my-size wool tights (FUCK YOU SMARTWOOL!), and devise a pattern for an antler hat that I have in my head.
I applied for three jobs I really wanted in September, all in local public libraries. I found out yesterday that the last two I was holding out hope for are full. By a letter from the library notifying of the names of the people they hired. I was really angry, it felt like a slap in the face to find the names of the people who got the job I desperately wanted. I also felt like shit. I couldn't even get a simply library job. I've applied at so many places and I'm getting nothing at all. It just makes me feel like I wasted my time in college. My little sister makes more than me, and she never finished school. Not to mention she can show up at an interview in torn up jeans and start the job three days later. I don't know what's wrong me with in terms of jobs. I've never had much luck finding them. I hate how you can want something so bad, know that you'd be great at it, but never get it because you just don't have the luck of getting in at the right time.
I also found out last night that my uncle died a week ago. He was living in a homeless shelter and was found dead by the staff. They still aren't sure of the cause of death. I don't have a lot of feeling over it yet. My uncle manipulated my mother throughout his life, knowing that she could never turn him away. I lost all respect for him after he moved in following my parents divorce, then proceeded to treat my mother the same way my dad had prior to their divorce, not to mention him breaking into our house three times in the span of a week after she kicked him out. I'm more concerned with her wellbeing as I know how she gets. Her father, mother, sister, and youngest brother are dead. All she has left is her twin brother.
I do feel guilty though. The last time I saw him, I pretty much ignored him. But it's hard to do anything else when he was always so wasted.