I like this quote...

The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours -- it is an amazing journey -- and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins."

-- Bob Moawad,

I got that in one of my emails today.  It speaks to me.

Going to bed, I'll be doing either sewing or cooking tonight, so check back.

Ciao

SheWhoMustWearHats 

Patience, my young grasshopper....all shall come in time..soon...

Sorry I haven't written lately.  Been working.  My next nights off are tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday, so I'll try to do some cooking, sewing, or gaming, and blog a bit about whichever I do.

Unfortunately, I do have to work tonight because of a strange situation, so I have to go to bed.

More soon.

Ciao

Shewhomustwearhats 

I didn't forget.

I've been working, I haven't forgotten about this.  I got vto tonight, going to the Renaissance fair tomorrow, but I will probably be doing some hobby on my nights off, I'll blog more then.

Here's for now, though.  My nerve wracking adventure today was that I was almost hit by a car that was backing up.  I was walking through the parking lot, on a pedestrian crossing, into work.  It was about a half hour before the start of my shift, and right around the time that the previous shift was ending, so there were a lot of people leaving.  The parking lot right in front of the building can get a little backed up with people, and it was like that tonight.  There was a line of cars to the exit.  The one that almost backed into me was parked slightly on the crosswalk, so I went to go around behind him.  I don't know if he tried to go over the speed bumps and failed, or if he was just backing up, but he backed up about five feet, pretty quickly, and if I hadn't hurriedly done a few side/back steps, he would have hit me.  I hurried the rest of the way across.  There was a guy sitting in one of the cars parked neaby who saw, I don't know if he was just getting off, or waiting to start, but when he saw he said to me as I passed, "man, I would have kicked his car! You should kick his car!" 

I kind of ducked my head, muttered "I'm not that kind of person" and hurried the rest of the way in.

It's an interesting thing to see happen, though.  I always look before I cross, this guy was at a complete stop, with his break light on, when I started walking.  I have to wonder what line of events caused him to back up.  The guy in front of him was also at a complete stand still, and he was in the middle of a full parking lot.  There was literally no where to go.  There were cars in front of him, cars behind him, and cars parked on both sides.

Food for thought.

Maybe he just didn't like how I was walking.

Anywho, I've got to break my usual schedule and go to bed.  Getting up at a normal hour tomorrow to go to the Renaissance fair.

Ciao

SheWhoMustWearHats

Nighttime adventures in baking

I made cookies!  Huzzah!  Here's the recipe.

I have no idea when or where we got this recipe, or if the story is true, but we've had it for my entire extended life of 20 years.

It's really, really easy to follow, and plays in with my not loving to meticulously measure things.  You can put a little more or less of pretty much any of these ingredients and they'll still turn out delicious.

So, for the sake of having a few more words, I'll describe the process.  

I usually half the recipe.  Cause I don't know about you, but I do not need 112 cookies.

That is far too much temptation, right there.  

Maybe if you're having a party, or giving the away as gifts.

Start out by getting two large mixing bowls.  One for dry ingredients, one for wet.  

Grab your oatmeal and blend it up to really small, basically powderifying it.  It calls for 5 cups, so I make 3 1/2.  

It has to be 3 1/2 of blended oatmeal, not just normal oatmeal.  That's important.

Once that's blended and the correct amount is in your dry mixing bowl, put in the rest of the dry ingredients.

Halfing it, so 2 cups of flour, half a tsp of salt, and one tsp each of baking powder and baking soda.

Have all those?  great.  Now grab a spoon and roughly stir those together.  And no, I do not mean be really rough (as in violent), I mean you don't have to stir so perfectly that every single thing is mixed to amazing perfection..  Not a huge deal if it gets perfectly mixed, you just want them mostly mixed.

Now on to the wet ingredients bowl.  Toss in your butter, Halfing would be 1 cup, which is usually two sticks of butter.  16 oz.

I suppose if you're trying to be healthy you could sort of skimp on that, but if you're trying to be healthy, why are you making cookies?

Halfing it, add one cup each of brown and normal white sugar.  Grab your mixer, and start mixing!

Got that pretty well mixed?

What's half of 2 tsp's vanilla extract?  1 tsp?  Good job!  Add that.

And grab two chicken babies to put in, too.  Again, if you want to be healthier you could take out the yolks, but this is seriously not a healthy recipe, so why are you here?

Got that all mixed up?  Now slowly add some dry mix into your wet mix, half a cup at a time is easiest, if you put more than that it tends to puff up in your face and you're breathing flour/oatmeal/baking soda/powder/salt air.  Less pleasant than normal air, so I'd avoid that.  Small amounts at a time.

Now just mix all that up until you've combined both of them.  

Once it's all mixed, toss in your chocolate chips and ground up Hershey bar.  I don't usually add nuts, but that's up to you, you nutty people.

Preheat your oven, that helps speed things up a bit.  It's easiest to have two cookie sheets, that way you can be rolling cookie balls while the others are cooking.  It says 6 minutes, and that is usually what I start at, but in order to get that slightly crunchy crust and soft gooey inside, I usually have to cook it for 2-4 more minutes.  Depends on how you like your cookies, though.  You could do more, you could do less.

Now take'em out, let'em cool, put'em away, and eat'em!  Not all at the same time, though.  That might be unhealthy.

This is one out of four plates of cookies, all equally as full.  I didn't count, but even halfing the recipe, you end up with a lot of cookies.

Congratulations!  You now have cookies!  Share them with your friends, for they are amazing and delicious, and your friends will love you forever.

Or at least, until you run out of cookies.  Then you're no your own.

Ciao

SheWhoMustWearHats

Cooking adventures

So, in my cooking adventures tonight, I made Orange chicken!  Sort of.

Ingredients

Three skinless, boneless chicken breasts

Probably three or four oranges worth of freshly squeezed orange juice

A dash of powdered ginger

A glop of honey

Some oil

A sprinkle of flour

A little bit of soy sauce

So I started by thawing the chicken, cause it was really, really solid.  Took like, fifteen minutes.  

Then my boyfriend and I cut it up all neat and nice.  

He's very particular about food.  

He cut off all the "bad" parts, fat, whiteish parts, reddish parts, all that jazz, off of all three breasts, and it ended up being about the equivalent of one small chicken breast.  

Anywho, cut it into bite sized pieces, toss it in a pan with the oil, to make sure the chicken doesn't stick or anything, and cook that with much stirring until the chicken is all cooked.  

Then put your glop of honey, your soy sauce, your orange juice, your dash of powdered ginger, and your sprinkle of flour into a bowl and mix it up.  Now add dashes and globs of all these ingredients until it's the saucy consistency you want, and the flavor you want, and mix it all in with your chicken.  

Congratulations!  You now have sort-of orange chicken!  Is it delicious?  Good job.  Mine turned out pretty well, but I think I'm going to make it again on another night off and do some experimenting.  

Lemme know how it turns out if you try it!

Just warning, this is very much my style of cooking.  

I don't usually do a ton of measuring, so when I write things down they're going to be in estimated amounts, not actual measurements.

Have fun deciphering!

Maybe cookies tomorrow night?  Or I guess tonight...being on nights is confusing sometimes.

Anywho, goodnight for now!  

Ciao

SheWhoMustWearHats

Interesting developments

Good morning my lovelies.
So, a very interesting thing happened today. 
I work for a company, but am actually employed with a staffing company.
I worked with them seasonal last year, and was rehired a few weeks ago. 
Now, I got an email from the company, to schedule a time to convert from working for the staffing company, to actually working for the company. 

My problem is, I don't really like the job.  Yesterday I decided I'd start looking for work elsewhere, and today I get this email and schedule the appointment.
I mean, I didn't even think I was doing well enough for them to consider converting me.
I guess I am, though...
It's not like it's a contract job, so I can still look for a different job, but this is a pretty good first non-seasonal job.  They have good benefits, it's not minimum wage..
I suppose I'll just live with it unless I find something that's actually better.

Well, thanks for listening.  That's it for right now.  Gonna do some cooking tonight, so I'll post again later.

Ciao
SheWhoMustWearHats

Introductions again? A look back on the past...

I'm home from orchestra, so here's that re-introduction I promised.

Now, again, keeping with the fact that I don't really love the idea of giving hugely personal information, I'm not going to go to detailed.

I'm an avid hobbyist, with everything ranging from drawing, to chainmaille, to writing calligraphy, with crochetting, carving, sewing, paper craft, and many, many more thrown in between.  I'm sure I'll get to those later.  I'd rather like to try candle making.  And rapier fighting.  Ah, I also do leather crafting.

In my family I have my father, mother, older sister, and younger brother.  So I am the wild middle child, and that will probably come through in my writing whenever I complain about any of them.  Which I probably will do.

Also included in my family that I will probably talk about are our animals.  We have two cats, A female, short haired orange lioness (she likes to sit on our shoulders.  And chase crinkled paper balls.  Best cat ever.) named Artemis, and a male, long haired fuzzy orange puffball (he is the very definition of a scaredy cat.  I swear, if you breath in his general direction, he disappears to the safe upstairs land.) named Cicero.  

Yes, Cicero was named after the mad jester in Skyrim, in case you were wondering.  My dad thought it was splendid, we wanted to name him after a Greek (or was it Roman?) scholar.  I let him keep thinking that.  *cough* mad jester *cough*

My hobbies are what I'll write about.  

Hobbies and experiments.  I'll post all the strange new things I'm trying out to try to get my hair to grow faster.  

I'll put recipes for food I make, though I'm not a very good cook.  Working on leveling that particular skill up.  

Projects I'm working on, or want to work on.  Things I'm thinking about that I'm comfortable sharing.  

And on and on and on.  I'm sure I'm not covering everything I hope to write about, but that's fine.  

I'll just cover those things when they come up.

I'm currently working night shift, so I'll be posting at night most of the time.  Especially on my nights off.  

Gotta do something to kill those hours until I can go to bed.

It is time for me to go to bed now, though.  So I will bid you goodnight, Internet.  It was lovely chatting with you.

Ciao,

SheWhoMustWearHats 

I'm back again!

I got the blog app on my phone, so hopefully I'll remember to write more. 
I've always wanted to have a blog. 
Just gotta get around to writing.
So, I'll do some re-introductions once I have more time, but currently I am at orchestra, assisting with the auditions of the symphonette orchestra.

Ciao
SheWhoMustWearHats

Job hunting sucks.

So you know those goals we set for ourselves?  Mine was "I'll have a job and move out by 18".

Boy did that one fail.  

So then, my next one was "I'll have a job and be moved out by 20"

That one is pretty much a fail.  I'm going to turn 20 next month, and no job.

I started job searching before I turned 18, and almost two years later I haven't gotten a single call back.

I'm not sure if I'm doing something wrong, or if I just have awful luck.

Primarily I've been putting applications in online, because whenever I go places and ask for applications, they always say they do online applications.

Maybe that's just a polite rejection..?

I'd love to get into bartending.  My aunt was a bartender at my age, she said it was a great experience and decent money for the hours.

I was thinking about taking a bartending class, but the only places that had classes were like an hour away from me, and while I do have a license, I do not have insurance or a car.  So I'd have to figure out the bus system, and it'd take like two and a half hours to get there, then however long the class is, there were a few that were a couple hours, a few that were basically all day, and then I'd have to get home.  If I took the all day classes, would the buses even be running still?

So, I didn't actually do that, as you can see, there were some issues.

I ended up buying an online course thing, learn at your own pace kind of thing.  

The problem with that is that I have to practice on my own, and I'm very bad at that.

The next job I'd like, if I can't get bartending, is waitressing or being a barback.  Tips, and the possibility of being able to move up to bartending at some point is very appealing to me.

But at this point, two years of job searching, I'm very discouraged.  I'm literally putting in applications everywhere nearby.

It has to be nearby, because I don't have a car. 

I actually sort of had a possible bartending job lined up...I became friends with a guy on an online dating site who was opening his own bar.

It was in the same vicinity as the bartending schools, though.  Like, an hour away by car.  I kind of feel bad that I let that opportunity slip by.

Sigh.  Well, there's not really any point in dwelling.  

He's holding interviews tomorrow, and I haven't practiced enough bartending to be comfortable trying.  

Not that I could get there, anyway.  

That ship has sailed.

I think I'll start working harder on the lessons I got from the online bartending course.  

It has two quizzes and a test that you can take once you're comfortable, and then they supposedly help you get a job bartending.

As far as I know it's just that they find local bartending opportunities and tell you about them.  Not a guaranteed job or anything.

Anyway, enough rambling.

I'll write more later.

SheWhoMustWearHats

Pillows are glorious!

So, after the run today we stopped by costco, cause it was on the way home and we needed some things.

Got a few awesome things like sparkling cider, my favorite fancy beverage, coconut water (which I use in smoothies.  I'm an avid smoothiest.), and most importantly, I got a new pillow!!!

Now, for that to make any sense, I need to explain a few things.

I call the way I make my and sleep in my bed, nesting.  I call it that because I have tons of pillows and blankets.

My bed frame is the upper part of a bunk bed, so it has bars around the edges.  This makes it very good for piling pillows around the edges to give the bed a nice nesty shape.  

The reason I nest is because when I was very young, like, 5-6 years old, I witnessed part of a zombie movie, and was thus traumatized forever.

My young, traumatized mind came to the rock solid conclusion that the only way to be safe from zombies at night was to always be covered by something.  Blanket, sheet, pillows, whatever.  I'm not entirely sure why I thought that, but I did.

So I developed the habit of always sleeping with something over me.  

Always.  

And I still do it.  

I feel very, very uncomfortable if I sleep any other way.

Got a little off topic there, forgive my rambling.  

So, my nest is made up of three fuzzy blankets, two big comforters, a sheet, and eight pillows.

Lots.  Some might call it excessive.  They would be crazy.  It's an awesome nest.

Anywho, all of the pillows are hand-me-down's from my parents.  

Whenever their pillows got flat or unfluffy, they'd go to throw them away, and I would very valiantly rescue them.

With permission, of course.  I wouldn't take them from the trash or anything.

So I had a lot of pillows, but I didn't have any good pillows.

Back to the original topic, my new pillow!!!

Yay!

It's so gloriously comfortable.

I'm going to sleep so well tonight.  Hopefully. 

Anywho, done for now.  I'm at my grandparent's, so I should go be social.

Hah.  I think I'll just give in to my exhaustion instead, and try to take a nap on the couch.

Ciao,

SheWhoMustWearHats

Guys, I'm a silver metalist!!

So, today I did a 5k race with my family, it was the last of the Arizona road racers summer series, and I got 2nd place for my age group, silver metal.  

Now, that sounds pretty impressive, right?

Not really.  I was second out of three girls in my age group.  My sister was third place.  

Not so impressive anymore, right?

Yeah, my time was like, 37:59, I think.  Not the best I've ever done, but not the worst either.

That's the first time I've ever won any sort of metal.  Kinda nice, despite the fact that it's not really much of an accomplishment.

Anywho, changing subjects.  I've actually got a few things going on now that I think it'd be fun to blog about, so I'm going to try (read: try.) to write more.  I'd also like to make a few videos, but I kinda suck at doing the editing, so I may just laze out of doing that.

No spoilers.  Heheh,

Mer.  Well.  It's been nice, but I'm going to go find a nice cozy corner to curl in and die.  I hate running.

Bye~

SheWhoMustWearHats

Being tired isn't so bad, when you're not tired anymore..

I frequently stay up far too late, and then get up at a (at least semi) normal hour in the morning.  In my experience, that is not conducive to being fully awake and not tired all the time.  But I still do it.  Why?

One of the reasons is because when I'm tired like that, at some point you get to the point where you're so tired that you're no longer tired.  

The point where, if you sit or lie down for even a short moment, it starts getting to you, but as long as you're going..you're not tired.

That's a favorite reason of mine.  Though, not a reasonable one.

Another reason is because it's almost like being drunk.  Not that I really have any experience with that yet, but it's kind of what I imagine as being drunk.  

Lowered inhibitions, laugh at everything, trouble speaking sometimes, unbalanced.  To me, that sounds drunk.

But with me, it's just being tired.  

Anyone else experience that?

Thanks for listening.

SheWhoMustWearHats

Out of body experience...while dish washing?

I just had the weirdest experience.

I was loading the dishwasher, and I sort of crouched to put silver wear in, and when I stood up it was like..

I dunno, almost like one of those dizzy spell headrush things, except my body was still moving to do dishes. 

But it was like I couldn't really feel anything, cause at one point my arm touched the faucet, which was running really hot water, and I didn't feel it at all.  

It was like some sort of out of body experience.  Really, really bizarre feeling.

It was as if I was no longer controlling my body.  It was just on autopilot, and I'd taken a step back to watch.

Might have something to do with me staying up till almost 6...but eh, probably not.

Also, my apologies for not writing more.

...Though I'm not entirely sure who I'm apologizing to..

Myself, maybe?

I'm sorry, self, that I haven't been writing more.

*sniffle* It's fine, I always knew you didn't love this part of yourself anyway.  

Aww, c'mon, self, don't be like that.  I'm writing now, aren't I?

*whipes eyes* I suppose.  It would feel better if you'd actually write more often though...

Eh, what can I say?  Without anyone reading, there's no one to please, so not really much of a point in doing it.

*sobbing* I can tell when I'm not wanted!!

What?! No, come back!

*door slams*

...

Ciao,

SheWhoMustWearHats

Late night entries...or would that be early morning?

Well, here I am, blogging at 3:30 am.  Aren't you so proud of how much better I'm doing with this whole staying up late thing?

I mean, at least it's not 5:00, like last time...

All joking aside, I have been rather delinquent about getting all the things I need to do done.

I have to decorate the house, inside and out..along with the tree.  That's not decorated yet either..

Then along with that we have to clean the house, because relatives are coming over in a few days.  

And then, on top of that, I'm supposed to be sewing Christmas presents for my family and friends.

And, if that's not enough, I'm also supposed to make a video for my vlog.  

Of course, that last one is just one of the things I want to do, rather than one of the things I need to do...

Meh.  I'm going to bed...tomorrow is going to be a long day of decorating..and cleaning...and sewing..and probably not any video making..

Honestly, I'd be surprised if I even got past decorating...

Ciao

SheWhoMustWearHats

Life doesn't want me to vlog.

I was supposed to make a video today, but I just couldn't.  

I woke up at like 4:30, about two hours before my alarm.  

Then hung out in bed trying in vain to sleep a bit more before my alarm would go off.

Then I went to sew, which lasted until 1:00, which was when my sister came to pick me up.  

Then we went home, and I had to do dishes because my best friend was coming over to pick me up so we could go hang out.  

And here I am, at 6:45, not going to be home until late, and still no video.  

I am determined though.  December is extremely busy, but on the next semi free day, I will attempt to make a video.

Sorry it's taking so long..

Ciao,

SheWhoMustWearHats

Lessons, lessons, lessons.

Tuesdays are always extremely busy. We get up, Jared is supposed to practice, but he rarely does.  Then we rush lunch and head off to cello lessons.   

I rarely practice, so I regularly incur the wrath of my teacher.  Of course, it's not really wrath, but she would be happier if I practiced.

I honestly don't feel very bad about not practicing.  I still do well enough in my lessons, and it's not like I'm really working up towards anything in the musical world.  My position in both of my orchestras are pretty concrete.  I won't have to audition again any time soon.

Jared, though..Jared needs the practice.  

I'm not really sure why I'm bothering to write this down..

So, I know I was supposed to make a video yesterday, but Mondays are also very busy.  Latin, orchestra...it's rather tragic.  

I will endeavor to record a video today after I get back from lessons.  Then I'll have the rest of the week to edit it.  

I'll try to work with just one editing app, then the next video I'll try a different one, till I've figured out which works best, and if I can work with my iPad.  Even if I discover that it won't work, I'll still make the videos on my iPad this time.  I like to try to stick to the "I'll try anything three times before saying I don't like it" thing.  

On a side note, still concerning my iPad, the case is out for delivery!  It was delayed because of weather, so instead of getting it on Friday like I was hoping for (and paid for faster shipping for), I'll hopefully be getting it on Tuesday.   I'm extremely looking forward to getting this case.  

It's supposed to be real cow leather, none of that sissy vegan leather for me.  I'm a real man.  😜

I personally love the smell and feel of leather.  

So, the case should be much like the case I had for my iPad 2, though, I don't know if the case that's coming has a place for a stylus.  

One thing I really like about it though is that the company that makes them is extremely good with customer service.  

When someone left a review with a suggestion about a way they could improve the case, they actually took it and improved it in all of their products, then sent the new and improved case to the person who left the review.  

Well, it's my turn for a lesson.

Ciao,

SheWhoMustWearHats

Sleeping is nice..except when it isn't..

Do you ever have those nights where you just have a terrible time of sleeping?

I mean, I'm a pretty decent sleeper.  Typically my problem is that I just go to bed really late.

But occasionally I have those nights where I very irritatingly wake up every hour on the hour.

It's extremely annoying.  I don't feel rested at all, and I slept until 12.  It's terrible.

And as far as I can tell, it's not because of any weird dreams or anything, cause typically I remember my dreams.  

It's just that every hour, on the hour, it's as if an alarm goes off in my head saying 

"you're going to be late! Get up! Get up! Get up!"

It's the kind of waking up where you bolt upright and are halfway out of bed before you realize what time it is.  

Then it's cold, because you're no longer in your nest of blankets, and it takes a long time to get back to sleep because of the abruptness of the wake up.

Well..that's my little post for this morning.  I may write later, but no guarantee.

Ciao,

SheWhoMustWearHats

Overthinking things kinda sucks.

Well, today was fun.  

I woke up a little before 12:00, lounged around in bed for another half hour, and had a leisurely half hour to get ready and eat something before going off to the concert party thing.  It was really cold.

The practice was at 2:00, and the concert at 4:00.  It was outside.  The house we were at was owned by one of the people who conducts the symphonette orchestra, there's a tennis court, they have a pool with a great backyard, and, in the backyard there's this large square of grass where they have wooden panels to make a dance floor.  Pretty nice house.

We performed in the tennis court.  It was solos first, then duets, then the orchestra.  The whole concert in all probably didn't take more than 45 minutes, but it was a long, cold 45 minutes.  

After that, we went inside where there were drinks and snacks.  The drinks were soda, tea, and hot chocolate.  

For the snacks, there were lots of cookies, there was a vegetable tray, some brownies, a pan of lasagna (that didn't stay hot for long), and a crockpot with bean soup in it (which I got a rough recipe for, and intend to attempt to make at some point.  I'll write it down here so I don't forget.).

Three cans of any beans of your choice

Two cans of cream of mushroom soup

One green chili, finely chopped

Half an onion, finely chopped and sautéed

Cheese of your choice, to taste

Salt, to taste

Pepper, to taste

I talked with the mother of the bass player for a bit.  We actually had quite a nice conversation.  At some point durning the conversation, we got on the topic of shopping for clothes and shoes.  She suggested the stores Last Chance, and My Sister's Closet.  I've heard of My Sister's Closet, but not been to either that or the other.  Definitely something to look in to though.

So, the overthinking thing...since I started blogging again, which was like, not even a week ago...

I've wondered why I'm blogging again.  I blogged before because I thought it would be fun.  It wasn't really, in my opinion.

Then I blogged because a friend of mine also blogged, and we sort of encouraged each other to blog.  We made it a bit of a competition.

That didn't last long though, because to be honest, I didn't find his blogs very interesting.  I don't know if I'd still share the sentiment, but back when I was younger, his blogs were rather boring.  And likewise, I believed that my blogs were of no interest to him either.  

Then I started a vlog, and the few times I vlogged were because I watch a lot of vloggers on youtube, and I thought it looked fun.  

My problem with vlogging and blogging in general is that I don't really like sharing personal things on the Internet, because anyone can find them if they look hard enough.  Once it's on the Internet, it's no longer private.

But I like the idea of sharing.  I like the idea of someone reading my blog, or watching my vlog, and it making them smile, or laugh.  

Because sometimes I can be having a terrible day, and then I watch a vlogger, and it's just relaxing.  I can throw away my paltry problems for a moment and revel in the words or actions of another.  Sometimes all it takes to brighten my day is one vlogger making me smile.

And that might seem kind of odd.  Like, if your day is brightened by such a puny thing, then it's probably just as easily darkened with something of equal annoyance or irritation.  But it doesn't seem like that.  I don't know..I'm not really explaining this very well. 

But I suppose it doesn't really matter, after all, no one is reading this.

I don't know....

I've just been asking myself that since I started writing again..

Why bother to write or vlog if no one is reading or watching..?

I don't know.  Maybe it's that small possibility that someone will read or watch it, and it'll make them smile?

I've considered telling my friends that I'm blogging again, but they're not really who I want to read.  I don't really want my family reading either.

I'm not entirely sure why...

Maybe I feel like, if they read then I can't talk about them honestly? But I probably wouldn't talk about them in the first place...

Maybe I feel like they'll judge me, and they're the ones who's opinions I actually care about?

Eh, I'm not really sure..

Regardless, it's midnight, I should go to bed.

Lovely talking to you, as always.

Ciao,

SheWhoMustWearHats

Weekends are supposed to be relaxing..

Playing the Corelli Christmas concerto with the kiddie orchestra today at their concert.  

I was drafted in to do that because none of the cello section were able to do it.  

They also drafted me to play the rest of the concert because I'm playing the Corelli.  

Then, (of course) they're having a celebratory party tomorrow evening.  They'll (of course) have some kids perform, and they (of course) asked pearl and I to perform.  

So instead of just dropping Jared off like we intended, we have to stay.  The entire time.  

With a bunch of little orchestra kiddies and the few adults that run their orchestra.  

Tragic.

Well, I gotta go get ready for the concert..eat something..get dressed...

I actually just woke up a few minutes ago.  I stayed up a little bit late last night.

Don't judge me.

Ciao

SheWhoMustWearHats

Oh, how I hate getting up early..

So, I was supposed to get up at 6:45 this morning, but my alarm didn't wake me up until about 7:05.  The person who's been teaching me to sew was supposed to be there at 7:15 to pick me up, so I should have had 10 minutes of extra time, but she got there early.  

I hate being late.

I literally despise it.  Because I made an obligation.  I said I'd be ready.  And I wasn't.

It annoys me when other people do it, but honestly, it annoys me even more when I do it.  

Because really, if I can't be on time for things I planned, what can I do in life?

And it was really really cold this morning!  Getting out of bed and getting dressed was just torturous!  

Sewing was good though.  I'm making progress on being able to understand patterns.  

It's a bit like learning a foreign language.  

It all looks like gibberish at first, then you learn the terminology, figure out how everything goes in order, and it starts to make a bit more sense.  

I didn't have to ask for help interpreting the directions as much today, so that was nice.

Been playing some skyrim.  I started over (again) because of adding a few mods, and Dawnguard/Dragonborn. 

Going through the beginning quests is a bit tedious, I almost turned the difficulty up..

Then I figured that that would just slow me down in doing them, so I left it on normal.  

Hm..I kind of feel like canned peaches for dessert.  I'm off to get some.

Ciao,

SheWhoMustWearHats