Spoils of war.
Still sick. A late evening cherry coke zero and over-the-counter cold medicine fueled a frenzied 10:00 PM room rearrangement (and cleaning). It started out shaky when I accidentally trapped myself in my room with no exit and my bed diagonal across the room, but with a cordless drill and some Jawbreaker, I prevailed. I found 44 cents, a Silver Jews pin and a bobby pin. Go me.
Now that I am trying to get shit done and be more social, I got sick. It’s probably a sinus infection. And it’s making me fucking miserable and cranky. So last night instead of working on my pomatomus socks, I kept Miles Dyson from inventing the microprocessor that will become the basis of Skynet and blew up the Cyberdyne Systems building preventing the destruction of the human race by artificial intelligence that has become self-aware. I mean, I watched T2 and ate some scrambled eggs and went to bed at like 7:30 PM.
Pomatomus Sock #1
My new things are 1) trying to not buy things if I don’t need them 2) mainly spending money on groceries and making all of my food (rather than eating lunch out and ordering delivery a lot) 3) if I order food, I have to go pick it up at the restaurant rather than having it delivered. I am on a yarn diet and have not bought any yarn since October 2009 (when I impulse bought 2 ridic skeins of Koigu KPPPM). I have been using up all of my half-full containers of shampoo, conditioner, face wash, moisturizer, etc. and can’t buy any new stuff until I’ve used up all of the old stuff. The main reason I’m doing this is because I got into this incredibly materialistic jag for a few years ago and I’m trying to get out of it. Buying shit makes me SO HAPPY. But why? It doesn’t make sense and it is not a long term happiness. So I need to fix my brain chemicals and make myself happy by spending time with people I love or doing things I like instead of from short term shopping serotonin boosts (that eventually manifests into financial insecurity anxiety).
I haven’t bought anything AT ALL since I went grocery shopping on Saturday. Not even a single cup of coffee or diet coke. It’s pretty cool. I did buy some BFL roving today from the Sheepish Creations etsy shop, so I can spin a beautiful yarn for someone eventually.
Sheepish Creations BFL (Mary Wilder Colorway)
Hi! My name is Christina. My housemate and BFF, Roxy, said I should start a blog too. I’ve tried to in the past, but usually feel weird about writing in a public space. Fuck that! I’m awesome and funny and like good things and you can hear all about it here.
About me: I grew up in rural Central New York and always wanted to live in cities when I grew up, which I did. I’m 28. I have a very cool bio sister and dad, and a similarly cool (very large) extended family (stepmom, 1 stepbro, 1 stepsis, 4 adopted sisters, 2 stepnieces, 1 stepnephew, 1 bro-in-law-to-be, and assorted dogs, cats and fish). I moved to West Philadelphia last fall after living in Boston for 10 years. I do tedious and boring work in an office and am trying to finish my stupid bachelor’s degree.
My main interest is CRAFTS, especially fiber arts. I like looking at fiber and touching yarn. I am an adult punk/dour feminist who likes jokes, rock music, audio books, bicycles, Die Hard, crosswords, World of Warcraft, craft beer, public health/health policy, murder, and a cat named Pizza. Roxy says I either laugh like a witch or like the beginning of Wipeout. I absentmindedly touch my armpit hair a lot and the phrase I’ve probably said the most in my life is “Fuck off.”
