Monday, May 16, 2005

puddle of me

it was so unbearably hot this weekend. at least in my apartment it was. we don't have the best ventilation and when it gets hot, things start to wilt. and this is an improvement from my old apartment where things will literally melt on the counter. and why does no one in la have central air? we have one measly wall unit in the living room that does not cool the whole house. my room was so stuffy and icky that on sat i slept in the living room and last night i swear i woke up at least 5 times and could not get comfy. thank goodness it looks really cold and windy today. i need a break.

i tried to get some knitting done this weekend, but with the weather, the last thing i wanted was a bunch of sweaty wool in my lap. i tried to start a new project with some stash yarn but that didn't work out either. the texture was just too weird for what i had in mind. so not much progress was had on anything really. at least i didn't buy any more yarn, right?

yesterday i watched "the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy," which i have been wanting to see for awhile. it was very funny and strange and cool. i think douglas adams would have liked it. i read the book awhile back but i just didn't get what the big deal was. maybe i should read it again but i think i prefer the movie. and martin freeman is just too cute as arthur dent. loved him in the office and he's so good in this.

and i had this weird, brief panic thing on sat. i was going through salvation army because my friend needed help finding a costume for her friend's napoleon dynamite themed birthday party, and i was going through racks and racks of hideous clothes. i was looking for good sweaters to recycle and kept coming across these really ugly handmade sweaters and crocheted blankets and for a second i freaked out and thought, "am i just adding to the pile of ugly handmade crap that is only going to end up at the salvation army?" and the thought of having hundreds of dollars worth of yarn and books and other things that are going to end up in the trash bin seriously depressed me for awhile. but then i went home and knit and everything was fine. does anyone else ever panic like that?

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Monday, May 16, 2005

puddle of me

it was so unbearably hot this weekend. at least in my apartment it was. we don't have the best ventilation and when it gets hot, things start to wilt. and this is an improvement from my old apartment where things will literally melt on the counter. and why does no one in la have central air? we have one measly wall unit in the living room that does not cool the whole house. my room was so stuffy and icky that on sat i slept in the living room and last night i swear i woke up at least 5 times and could not get comfy. thank goodness it looks really cold and windy today. i need a break.

i tried to get some knitting done this weekend, but with the weather, the last thing i wanted was a bunch of sweaty wool in my lap. i tried to start a new project with some stash yarn but that didn't work out either. the texture was just too weird for what i had in mind. so not much progress was had on anything really. at least i didn't buy any more yarn, right?

yesterday i watched "the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy," which i have been wanting to see for awhile. it was very funny and strange and cool. i think douglas adams would have liked it. i read the book awhile back but i just didn't get what the big deal was. maybe i should read it again but i think i prefer the movie. and martin freeman is just too cute as arthur dent. loved him in the office and he's so good in this.

and i had this weird, brief panic thing on sat. i was going through salvation army because my friend needed help finding a costume for her friend's napoleon dynamite themed birthday party, and i was going through racks and racks of hideous clothes. i was looking for good sweaters to recycle and kept coming across these really ugly handmade sweaters and crocheted blankets and for a second i freaked out and thought, "am i just adding to the pile of ugly handmade crap that is only going to end up at the salvation army?" and the thought of having hundreds of dollars worth of yarn and books and other things that are going to end up in the trash bin seriously depressed me for awhile. but then i went home and knit and everything was fine. does anyone else ever panic like that?


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