So I'm completely failing to keep up with LJ lately. I just feel like nothing really exciting is happening in my life, so why should I post? I go to work and go to trivia and play Warcraft and crochet, mostly ( Read more... )

Today we went yarn shopping ( Read more... )

I opened this window to make stupid petty complaints about moving home again ( Read more... )

Sweet zombie Jesus, how did I get so much stuffMy mom's driving up tonight to pack some of the larger less-used furniture items into the van. This will a) make sure that the remaining stuff will fit into the combination of Grandpa's truck + my car and b) make sure that the piano isn't bouncing around in the back of Grandpa's truck for four-and-a- ( Read more... )

Dear Brain,

Can we please stop fucking with my body? Pretty please? My uncle invited me to a Fourth of July party in Pittsburgh--it's with the other side of his family, and I have met a good number of them. They are really nice. Abigail in particular is awesome and nerdy and I may have a crocheted Yoda to throw at her when I get there ( Read more... )

So it looks like I am going to be roadtripping to DC this weekend ( Read more... )

Yesterday we did an Academic Team reunion of sorts--an alumni match against the current team. Nina, one of my extra little sisters, saw me and ran up and hugged me and said "Sarah, I love you, but go home." ;) We...sort of kicked their asses. Lisa and Joey and Stephanie and I were pretty awesome, and I got to be on the team with Lisa, which was fun ( Read more... )

Yes, it is only the ninth, but apparently today is CHRISTMAS. I got mail this afternoon--the St. Nicholas Day stocking from my mom. Every year she gets us an ornament to put on the tree (which makes a total of something like 109 ornaments among my siblings), and this year mine is Bob Cratchit from Mickey's Christmas Carol, which is possibly my ( Read more... )

Seriously. I leave my main character alone for one minute and he gets himself kidnapped by his psycho werewolf mother, breaks up with his boyfriend to keep the psycho werewolf mother from hurting him, and actually considers leaving town with the psycho werewolf mother before his friends wind up getting hurt ( Read more... )

And then some days I am reminded why I am destined to be a reference librarian. For example, when my brother calls me at midnight going "WHAT THE HELL IS THE NAME OF JOHNNY QUEST'S DOG?" (It's Bandit, yo. Because he's got black markings on his face like a mask, which I just realized this exact moment.) Also, he forgot Race Bannon's name. Tsk, tsk ( Read more... )