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Oh! I went to the library today. First time in a few weeks (… roughly 3, since my last batch of books were due this Saturday). I borrowed two dvds (not sure if I’ll have the time to watch them – I borrowed The Devil Wears Prada<\/em> and Marie Antoinette<\/em>), two crochet books (Crochet Me<\/span> by Kim Werker and Amigurumi! Super Happy Crochet Cute<\/span> by Elisabeth A. Doherty) and two fiction books (Exposed<\/span> by Susa Vaught and How They Met, And Other Stories<\/span> by David Levithan). Granted, not a whole lot (I used to borrow so many books…) but it’s a little bit, just enough to keep my tide over. So far, I’m not sure how many of the amigurumi patterns that I’ll actually try (there’s not a lot that appeals to me – there’s a cupcake pattern, but I’ll have to tweak it as it looks kind of… gimpy with the way the cake part is set up). From the Crochet Me<\/span> book, there’s a pattern for thigh high stockings that I’m probably going to try, if I get the right weight of yarn (I only own worsted weight, silly me).<\/p>\n

My dad just came into the room with Barnaby<\/a> in his hand and wanting to know (for lack of a better way to translate it) ‘what the hell’ it<\/strong><\/em> was. Apparently he doesn’t look like an owl and my dad wanted to know if he could throw Barnaby away. I stared at him and held out my hand for my little pocket owl and took him back and attempted to be as polite<\/em> as I possibly could and said “Maybe you just should stop going into my room and asking if you can throw away my things.” The reply that I got? “Why would I do that?”<\/p>\n

Seriously?<\/em> It’s not like I walk into my parents room and pick up something that is obviously not garbage<\/strong> like a watch or a wallet or a shirt and do something with it without asking first. Him going in and picking something up off of my desk<\/strong><\/em> and asking if he can throw it away would be like me going into my parents’ room and pick up a stack of documents from somewhere and asking if I could shred them. Granted, in theory the documents could be irreplaceable, but if I were to make another owl, it’s not the same. Plus, I ran out of the yarn that I used for Barnaby’s body. And the store that I got it from is 2.5 hours away by transit.<\/p>\n

It’s one of those days where I just really<\/em> want to crawl back into bed right now. Like right this moment. Just turn everything off and crawl into bed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"