Whatever Works, ya know.

There are these people that I meet, or some that I have known for quite sometime now. Now, for no rational reason I can think of, there are times when we make eye contact, and for lack of better phrasing, I long to fight them. It's a look in their eyes, maybe a certain kind of fire. It doesn't last too terribly long, it's a fleeting feeling really, but the adrenaline rush that comes from fighting someone is unlike anything else. There are times where I wish I could make it go away. It is very distracting at times.

Sparkley!

I rather like skirts. They are so comfy and girly and pretty, and sometimes sparkley if so chosen to be. I sit here writing this instead of finishing my Spanish homework, or working on the 3 chapters of business and discussion question that I need to finish by tomorrow night. Sometimes school seems like such a daunting task to complete. I've forecasted it to take longer than two years for me to get my associates, just based on I cannot take school full time in the summer. I had taken classes in high school, but alas they do not count because they got "lost" between my high school and the college. I have decided that it will be ok if I have to take one of them over again, but I refuse to take the original over again. Based more on principal than just my general stubborn streak. I know that I am completely capable of skipping the writing completely, I do enjoy it, and I will need the credits in writing, so I may just wait until I have everything else important out of the way.

Aside from being slightly disappointed in the inner cogs and workings of the schools that I have been and currently am a part of, I feel happier than I have in a long time. I think school is good for me. I don't totally hate my job, but if I hadn't started school, I most definitely would have gone looking for a change of different sorts. It appears at some point I decided that I need variety in my life, something that my job semi lacks with its amount of repetition. School keeps things interesting, there is just enough stability having a repetitious job, that the constant change is not something that I'm having a hard time with, like I have in the past. This must be what it feels like to be growing up. It's funny really to think that I'm growing up. There is a part of me that will always kind of think that I'm 18... or 21, because I can finally go to bars with friends.

If I really kept track of the time that I wasted, I think that people would be shocked. There are people in my life that think I am just SO productive, and that it's so great that I can go to school and work full time, and still somehow find time to craft or sew things in my free time. Not that I want to burst their illusion of something, but to me, it feels like I WASTE a lot of time daydreaming. If I could sit down and do my homework all in one run, I would have so much more free time to do things like sew or workout, but instead I procrastinate, in the form of anything close to a distraction. I have a pair of grey gloves started in my purse, right next to a book I started called 'the gum thief' I'm not sure I like it, I don't really want to get pulled into an alternate reality right now, because I'm content with the real world. I have a couple cotton dishcloths started, in different colors, I started a couple "mug rugs" that I have yet to finish and a couple almost finished skirts upstairs, mainly I can't find the elastic I had for them.

There is this guy who stands on the bridge, and I feel bad every time I drive by because he has a sign that say 'work wanted'. It is so cold outside, I just don't understand his thought process really. The bridge is extra cold, because the river is high right now, and it's Stayton. If it were Salem or even a bigger town, maybe something would come of it, but we are such a small town, it just seems out of place.

hmmm...

So. I never really thought I was gonna be a blogger, but I have been thinking about it a lot lately, and it's nice to have something to procrastinate doing my homework with. What better way to procrastinate than writing! About things that may or may not matter. :)

I recovered a chair last week. It was kind of a pain. I has pictures though! I will spare you the ridiculous amount of pictures I had to go along with it, but I will show a few... :)

This thing was hideous. Like, I didn't want to touch it with my bare hands-disgusting-hideous. I got it for free at a church sale a couple years ago, and it has been sitting in my parents shop since than. We kinda threw that [fireproof I might add] fabric that I got from a friend over the top so that we could have the extra chair at our family get togethers. Anyway. I am more than certain that these people must have left it like outside in the weather or something, because it had some serious damage.



This one is actually after I stripped it down. The original 'stuffing' of sorts was SO GROSS. I believe it was actual original batting, like in cotton or something, and it was starting to like biodegrate or something. Plus there were all kinds of like weird fuzz things in there. Also the stuffing/batting that I used I'm pretty sure is stuff my sister got for me at a garage sale a couple years ago, for an entirely different project.

I am DAMN proud of this particular part of the chair. This is the first one I did, and the other one did not turn out as well as this one did. It still looks better than it did when I started. So that is good enough for me. :) anddd.... apparently I only have an action shot of the chair. Whatever. All in all, I think this took about like 6 hours or so. The entire time I was working on it, I was listening to Tom Petty [can I get a hell yeah?] who has so much music, I think I only repeated a couple songs. Pretty amazing, I think.

See ya'll next time I need to procrastinate. :)