There are some days when I can think of, what I consider to be, really important things to share with the random strangers and not-so-random visitors of my blog. There are some days when I heard something profound and I can’t wait to share it. There are some days when I had an argument with someone, or a fight with the boyfriend, or a confrontation with a classmate that’s sort of a friend at school and it just gets mentioned on the blog because, well, it’s my outlet.

And then there are some days when… I haven’t really done much? I woke up. I ate breakfast. I checked my email. I knit. I changed and ran out of the house (as per usual) to the bus stop and got there right when the bus was rolling up. I went to school, got run over by cyclists and runners and I attended my lectures. I handed in my lab report. I chatted with a friend before my biology class. I got on the bus and slept on the way home. I have renewed faith in the police officers associated with the public transit system where I live. I got home. I ate dinner, I watched General Hospital and part of Heroes. I knit some more, I talked on the phone, I checked my email, read over some blogs, left a few comments, listened to Dan Savage talk about sex.

So instead of boring you all with details of my rather insignificant day… Click to read more of this entry.

Many thanks to Anna for mentioning that it is possible to have realistic-looking mermaid tails… Guess I’ll have to amend my story – I won’t be going to jail after all for lying about having mermaids for children! Oh, my life is going to turn out great.

Today, my psychology lecture was canceled (yay? I was rather excited! Haha, sleeping in is one of my best hobbies, after all), so I only had my English class. Which went well. I handed in my essay. Half of the class had title pages, the other half (in which I was a part of) did not. He specifically said not title pages so… We shall see what happens there. Maybe he won’t bring it up…?

I headed to this store today with my sister. They sell a lot of craft things. A lot of fabric, thread, zippers, ribbons, trimmings. There was so much vintage trimming it was insane – there was this huge roll of trimming that had a copyright date from the 1930s and it was selling for $0.25/metre. If I had use for trimming that had yellow cows on a pink background, I totally would have bought some. My sister and I were hoping for a really good selection of safety eyes (for making plushies!), but they only had green and orange (not even basic black!) which was really disappointing. I picked up two mixed bag of buttons for $2/each. In total it was 1.5lbs of buttons (I weighed it out after I got home). I just finished sorted them and I’m looking forward to having new amigurumis with giant gold button eyes soon.

They also had a limited selection of yarn. The yarn I was hoping to get (for making amigurumis with) was in horrible colour selection (a pale highlighter-yellow and this nausea-inducing green). Instead, I picked up… 4 skeins of Red Heart Whirly in ‘Spirit’ and 3 skeins of Red Heart Cozy Wool in ‘Windsor Blue’. I looked up both labels on the Red Heart website and they weren’t mentioned – perhaps they were discontinued? Which is a real pity, because the Whirly yarn is really soft – I’m definitely seeing a new scarf in my future! On top of that, I got a (further) discounted package of 5 skeins of this really light, fluffy, mohair-nylon blend… When I got home, I seriously just opened it and just squished it in my hands, it’s that wonderful. I was fairly tame in my yarn shopping in comparison to my sister, who managed to pick up nearly double the amount (and price) of yarn that I got.

And we’ve officially run out of room in our collective yarn stash. We have everything sorted into zipped, clear bags in a set of 6 drawers (that are right underneath a bed in a spare room) and they are now all full to the point where we actually have to be careful and put in effort to close the drawers.

She thinks it’s a sign that we need to stop buying yarn.

I think it’s a sign that we obviously just need more storage space.

My sister and I were sitting at the kitchen table. We were eating pistachios (so yum) and my parents walk in and ask us what we’re talking about. I just smile and look up at them and go “Talking about how when I get married, it’s going to be on this teeny tiny beach where only three people can stand.”

My dad just stared at me for a moment and I could just see his jaw moving a touch before he could say something and then he goes “You need witnesses.” That question was easy.

“Well, obviously you’re going to need to learn how to scuba dive. Or how to row a boat. See, after the ceremony is over on this teeny tiny island, we’ll go and live in this submarine for the rest of our natural born lives and have mermaid children. Who will eventually get caught in fishing nets and my husband and I will be really sad about it and then we’ll decide to retire from living in a submarine and end up living in an overly congested city. Like London, or something and we’ll sell our life stories to a major publishing company and live off the royalties from that until someone exhumes the mermaid children’s bodies and realize that we just superglued their scuba outfits to their bodies and attached a sparkly sequined tail to it and then we’ll get thrown in jail and you’ll read about us on the evening news while and wonder whatever happened to your daughter.”

I said this all in one breath and with a smile on my face.

By the end, my parents and sister could not stop laughing and (once he could talk again) my dad told me that I was going to be a lot of trouble to some guy one day.