knitter's anonymous

i was knitting in my corner of the sofa again.

during a commercial break, my mom just looked at me.

she looked at me until i looked back.

and she said, "i'm worried for you.

"i think you're knitting too much.

"you need an intervention."

i tried to express my feelings of betrayal the best i could and said, "mom, it's okay.

"i can stop.

"i know how to stop."

so i put away my yarn and needles.

later that night i stayed up until one weaving some yarn together.

short skirts

my mom doesn't like me wearing short skirts.

my dad doesn't either.

(they want me to be proper, ya' know, like traditional asian parents are wont to with their children)

but i do.

so sue me.

i'll keep wearing them whenever and wherever.

i'm such a rebel.

hats and stuff

if you want me to make you a hat, i wish i could make it free for everyone, but i'm broke.

so.

if you want me to make you a hat, or a scarf, or whatever the shuck, either bring me the yarn you want or give me money to buy the yarn and i'll knit the heck out of that stuff.

just a warning: it'll be basic as shuck because i only know one shucking type of stitch.

don't blame me if you don't like how pH level of 14 it comes out because, dude, i warned ya'.

seriously.

productive

finally finished the cock block i was making.

yeah that's right i didn't even mean anything dirty.

i made a literal cock block.

well it's a hen.

but who gives a shuck about specificity.

also finished the black cat hat, but it's too damn short as well as too damn amateur.

but it's good practice for zach's hat.

mon amor will get only the best.

okay, second best, but only because i can't afford that good crap,

by the way, have you seen miss spain's national costume for the miss universe competition?

it's all sorts of "awesome" and "wow" and "i wanna draw that".

plus, her costume colors match block-a-doodle-doo's (don't ask, i gave her to my sister, so my sister named her).

shakespeak

i'm doing the shakespeare contest.

so i told my sister so.

i told her i was doing a monologue of this prissy woman from macbeth.

i read it to her.

afterwards she looked at me.

just looked.

and she said,

you're too damn sassy.

i told her that her clay chocolate ice cream scoop cones looked like crap.

literal crap on a cone.

i also mentioned that her strawberry swirl one looked like the napkin of a preteen girl who just got her period.

she stopped speaking to me.

class changes

i got my classes changed yesterday.

and i could've had any elective during fifth and sixth, really.

but when my counselor asked me what my future career goal path way thing is, my stupid mouth answered "law enforcement".

so now i'm in legal assistance.

instead of cooking.

i could've had it all.

this is why i just don't go to school sometimes

so i was on the bus to school, as always, when this dipstick pushes me in because of his majorly jerkwaddy need to get inside the sardine can crowded bus before anyone else could.

he ended up shoulder to shoulder with me, with his stupid face having all this (relative) space.

his other friend was behind me, hanging onto the pole while i hung onto the weird metal sticky-out-thingy behind the driver's seat, because that's how shucking full the bus was.

he was an undefined amount of inches away from my person and that was the same undefined amount of inches i was away from socking his jerkball of a face.

but i didn't because hey i don't wanna be forced to anger management.

they only make me more angry.

i totally have control bruh.

so much control.

wow.

can i treat this blogging site like tumblr? because i really wanna.

one time in tenth grade, my friend's dad was driving us home since he and i and this one other dude all lived in the same area.

so we're getting near my house, right?

and his dad looks at me, with all his huge stiff shoulders and straight set stare and intimidating presence and total "i'm-being-forced-to-do-this-shiznit-on-such-a-nice-saturday-afternoon" vibes.

of course, me being me, i give the wrong address because i said go left too late.

he dropped me off there too left.

i ended up walking three blocks to get back home.

and i was too polite to say otherwise.

Knitting Woes

I don't even know why I started knitting in the first place, but my ire for it right now?

Wow.

A way disproportional amount.

Okay, no, it's really all my fault for any fiery anger that's filling me up right about now.

I'm the one who tried to make a design in it.

Who refuses to go to those goddamn knitting circles going on at the Memorial.

Who hates having people teach her.

Who is so undeniably stubborn about all this shit.

But whatever -- thank you internet for the enabling on that anti-social front of mine.

Now that reminds me of fan fiction trope.

That I wanna write.

Maybe after knit.

a mess

i stayed up last night

fueled on coffee flavoured chocolates

and the pursuit of unrealistic romances

 

i stayed up last night

reading into the red morning light

wearing out my eyes by the dark

 

i stayed up last night

wondering if i could make the sacrifice

if i even got the choice to

 

i stayed up last night

 

i forgot to dream