Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Still not learning.
I was recently considering the "futile" period of my life last year when two of my favorite sort-of-celebrities tweeted about my conundrum. They suffer from the same disease.
I consider this a good thing.
Let me being with the fact that it is now hot, and I now sleep with a fan. This fan brings back plenty of memories.
Like last year, when I had a dream.
It was like no other dream. It was so... real. And the next day, I had another wonderful dream. The day after, another. I became obsessed with sleeping and my dream world. I wanted to literally live in bed. I also began researching lucid dreaming. It's basically where you learn to control your dreams. I wanted to live a fantasy within my mind. I would go to bed early, in hopes that I would meet someone within my mind.
Typing this all out makes me feel crazy. Because it's pretty screwed up. My own life was boring, and I was becoming addicted to my imagination. Part of my still refers to this time as my "futile" period. But I was also extremely happy. I had a running list of all the people I had already "met" and another list of things I wanted to do. I would make my bed as comfy as possible.
The fan helped me sleep, but also kept me slightly aware. This small disturbance kept me at an ideal temperature, and allowed me to remember my dreams. I've heard that you always dream, but waking up naturally usually erases things from your memory. Alarm clocks can help you remember because they interrupt your thoughts, but they have to be the beepy kind. Music will distract you. But, by the same token, any alarm is just going to piss you off.
I don't know what this post was.
It's mostly just a collection of tangents on a basic topic.
I wanted it to be about how I'm strange, but it's justified because other people do it to. And I also wanted to say that I still have my dreaming spurts, but they're usually during a scool break where I have little stimulation.
I said everything. I don't feel like rewriting.
Good night.
I consider this a good thing.
Let me being with the fact that it is now hot, and I now sleep with a fan. This fan brings back plenty of memories.
Like last year, when I had a dream.
It was like no other dream. It was so... real. And the next day, I had another wonderful dream. The day after, another. I became obsessed with sleeping and my dream world. I wanted to literally live in bed. I also began researching lucid dreaming. It's basically where you learn to control your dreams. I wanted to live a fantasy within my mind. I would go to bed early, in hopes that I would meet someone within my mind.
Typing this all out makes me feel crazy. Because it's pretty screwed up. My own life was boring, and I was becoming addicted to my imagination. Part of my still refers to this time as my "futile" period. But I was also extremely happy. I had a running list of all the people I had already "met" and another list of things I wanted to do. I would make my bed as comfy as possible.
The fan helped me sleep, but also kept me slightly aware. This small disturbance kept me at an ideal temperature, and allowed me to remember my dreams. I've heard that you always dream, but waking up naturally usually erases things from your memory. Alarm clocks can help you remember because they interrupt your thoughts, but they have to be the beepy kind. Music will distract you. But, by the same token, any alarm is just going to piss you off.
I don't know what this post was.
It's mostly just a collection of tangents on a basic topic.
I wanted it to be about how I'm strange, but it's justified because other people do it to. And I also wanted to say that I still have my dreaming spurts, but they're usually during a scool break where I have little stimulation.
I said everything. I don't feel like rewriting.
Good night.
Why you shouldn't post bad picture on Facebook.
I know. You're a teenager. And you just love getting drunk with your friends. You've been playing beer pong since 7th grade, when the college students next door invited you to a "sleepover." Guaranteed, you laughed at their wording until you walked into the party. The drunk and still imbibing students gave you a glass (already poured) and handed you a joint. You were immediately accepted. That's where you learned a few rules of thumb:
1. Never drink unless you've poured it yourself
2. Do not stumble away alone with another drunk
3. Never leave your drink unattended
4. Avoid drugs unless you know exactly what they are
5. Keep a buddy
6. If you can't feel your teeth, stop.
Your habits were formed. And you continued them until you were a Junior in High School.
Okay, half of that story was fiction, and the other half was fact. It was based off of some lovely students from my school. The fiction was mostly the first-person perspective. That is the complete opposite of me, Let me first say that I am not one of "those" kids that tries to force everyone to be good. But that doesn't mean I approve of their activities. I simply operate with the mindset that it does not concern me. The tables would turn if it were someone I cared about who was involved. But when you knowingly go to a party, choose to get drunk, and surround yourself with people who would throw you under a bus for a dollar, I will not feel sorry for you when you are date-raped, or die from alcohol poisoning. You made the choice. I will encourage you to avoid said habits, but I will not pester.
I will also not pity you when the police or the school catch word of your facebook page and find the many pictures of you drinking.
DO NOT POST THESE PICTURES ON FACEBOOK.
DO NOT POST PICTURES OF OTHER PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION.
Because when you piss someone off, all they need to do is print out some of your lovely photographs, attach your name, and send them to the school. They could also call the police during your next party.
When you choose to participate in risky behaviors, you choose to get caught.
A year ago, 2 freshman went to a fishbowl party at one of the junior's houses. They got very drunk, and both passed out. Lucky for them, someone called an ambulence. They were close to alcohol poisoning, and had ingested prescription drugs. Neither could tell the doctors what they drank because they didn't know.
Does that seem safe?
Get your head screwed on correctly.
The junior who hosted the party was arrested because she had posted the pictures of the freshman and many others getting drunk onto both her facebook and myspace page. She was expelled from school. Without those pictures (and a notification of their existence from one of her 'rivals'), the police wouldn't have looked further into what had happened. The hostess's parents, who didn't know the party occurred (but also didn't question the fact that dozens of alcohol bottles were suddenly empty) were almost charged for supplying minors with alcohol.
I know, you're wondering why this i here.
Because last month, another group of bright students decided to have a fishbowl party. And they also posted pictures on their Facebook.
I can't help but wonder who is going to take advantage of this opportunity.
1. Never drink unless you've poured it yourself
2. Do not stumble away alone with another drunk
3. Never leave your drink unattended
4. Avoid drugs unless you know exactly what they are
5. Keep a buddy
6. If you can't feel your teeth, stop.
Your habits were formed. And you continued them until you were a Junior in High School.
Okay, half of that story was fiction, and the other half was fact. It was based off of some lovely students from my school. The fiction was mostly the first-person perspective. That is the complete opposite of me, Let me first say that I am not one of "those" kids that tries to force everyone to be good. But that doesn't mean I approve of their activities. I simply operate with the mindset that it does not concern me. The tables would turn if it were someone I cared about who was involved. But when you knowingly go to a party, choose to get drunk, and surround yourself with people who would throw you under a bus for a dollar, I will not feel sorry for you when you are date-raped, or die from alcohol poisoning. You made the choice. I will encourage you to avoid said habits, but I will not pester.
I will also not pity you when the police or the school catch word of your facebook page and find the many pictures of you drinking.
DO NOT POST THESE PICTURES ON FACEBOOK.
DO NOT POST PICTURES OF OTHER PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION.
Because when you piss someone off, all they need to do is print out some of your lovely photographs, attach your name, and send them to the school. They could also call the police during your next party.
When you choose to participate in risky behaviors, you choose to get caught.
A year ago, 2 freshman went to a fishbowl party at one of the junior's houses. They got very drunk, and both passed out. Lucky for them, someone called an ambulence. They were close to alcohol poisoning, and had ingested prescription drugs. Neither could tell the doctors what they drank because they didn't know.
Does that seem safe?
Get your head screwed on correctly.
The junior who hosted the party was arrested because she had posted the pictures of the freshman and many others getting drunk onto both her facebook and myspace page. She was expelled from school. Without those pictures (and a notification of their existence from one of her 'rivals'), the police wouldn't have looked further into what had happened. The hostess's parents, who didn't know the party occurred (but also didn't question the fact that dozens of alcohol bottles were suddenly empty) were almost charged for supplying minors with alcohol.
I know, you're wondering why this i here.
Because last month, another group of bright students decided to have a fishbowl party. And they also posted pictures on their Facebook.
I can't help but wonder who is going to take advantage of this opportunity.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Wow.
There's always that point in the night where I realize I'm an obsessive facebook junkie. It's usually right after I creep through 138 photos of someone else's spring break. Someone who was in my Algebra class, but that never talked to. [was that gramatically correct?] Anyway, there's always that point. And then I shut my ocmputer, as if to prove that I can overcome my internet addiction. But then I always log back on, to post a blog, or tweet about how I can't give it up. Blah.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Who really wants to learn?
Yeah, that's right. Not. me.
I just came up with the solution, I mean seriously,
You will thank me.
Nick Jonas [or any of the jonas brothers {but I'm pretty sure the other 2 need their hair to look pretty} will shave his head.
Then, he will sell his hair on ebay.
Anywhere from 1 - 20$ for a strand.
Considering that millions of people are prospective buyers [myself not included] and also considering that the average brunette has approximately 100,000 hairs, I believe we can raise up to 2 million.
Would Nick shave his head to save small children?
Now, here are the variables:
As a brunette, Nick could have more or less hairs. Brunette's are sneaky, and they don't always fit into the norm.
Nick could choose to sell locks instead of strands. This would greatly increase the price, as there would be less inventory.
Feel free to reply
No, I am not a huge fan of jonas, and this is not a joke. I am simply able to recognize devotion when I see it.
I just came up with the solution, I mean seriously,
You will thank me.
Nick Jonas [or any of the jonas brothers {but I'm pretty sure the other 2 need their hair to look pretty} will shave his head.
Then, he will sell his hair on ebay.
Anywhere from 1 - 20$ for a strand.
Considering that millions of people are prospective buyers [myself not included] and also considering that the average brunette has approximately 100,000 hairs, I believe we can raise up to 2 million.
Would Nick shave his head to save small children?
Now, here are the variables:
As a brunette, Nick could have more or less hairs. Brunette's are sneaky, and they don't always fit into the norm.
Nick could choose to sell locks instead of strands. This would greatly increase the price, as there would be less inventory.
Feel free to reply
No, I am not a huge fan of jonas, and this is not a joke. I am simply able to recognize devotion when I see it.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Well, Fudge.
X out that plan. Found the keyboard. Plugged it in. Mysteriously, it didn't work.
The charger/electrical-tihngy didn't work. Dad took mine awhile ago and said it "burnt out," so he has to find another. The one he did have was ony a 5V, and I need a 9V for my keyboard. I really wanted to start today, but I guess I can wait.
The charger/electrical-tihngy didn't work. Dad took mine awhile ago and said it "burnt out," so he has to find another. The one he did have was ony a 5V, and I need a 9V for my keyboard. I really wanted to start today, but I guess I can wait.
Edumacation.
I want to learn. So, this blog will chronicle my learning process. It began when I tried to knit (I finished the hat, and I am now knitting another that will be better)
What do I want to do now?
Play the piano.
I think that the internet is a fantastic tool, and I want to take advantage of it.
I am a singer/songwriter, and I can play bits and pieces of guitar. So, I'm sitting here on my bed, getting ready to fish out my old keyboard and take piano lessons through youtube. Let's go.
What do I want to do now?
Play the piano.
I think that the internet is a fantastic tool, and I want to take advantage of it.
I am a singer/songwriter, and I can play bits and pieces of guitar. So, I'm sitting here on my bed, getting ready to fish out my old keyboard and take piano lessons through youtube. Let's go.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Knitting.
"Hey, Kath! Isn't this blog about knitting?!?!"
No. Get over it.
Initially, it was me attempting to knit. And now I can sort of knit. I will continue posting knitting thingies, but why limit myself? If you want my knitting stories, check out my earlier posts.
I'm attempting to knit a hat.
Yes, a hat.
But I want to make a practice hat before I begin using my nice yarn. So, I'm using my old yarn. I haven't made a single purl stitch. I just don't want to unless I have to. I'm following the basic rules from my other hat pattern. I'll update you.
No. Get over it.
Initially, it was me attempting to knit. And now I can sort of knit. I will continue posting knitting thingies, but why limit myself? If you want my knitting stories, check out my earlier posts.
I'm attempting to knit a hat.
Yes, a hat.
But I want to make a practice hat before I begin using my nice yarn. So, I'm using my old yarn. I haven't made a single purl stitch. I just don't want to unless I have to. I'm following the basic rules from my other hat pattern. I'll update you.
Crazy
I tend to search youtube for various adventures. Recently, I came across a chubby young girl who "sings" and dances along with her favorite hit songs. She has to be somewhere in the 11-13 range.
Initially, I laughed. How ridiculous. Why would anyone post such a hilarious video of themselves for 5 million people to laugh at.
I then realized it was me.
And you.
Anyone that had listened to a song, and just danced everything out.
Believe me, I'm not a dancer. I dance for show choir because I have to. But I'm awful (truly) and this is what I look like when I'm at home, listening to the cab like an idiot.
Back to the video: The girl had eliminated commenting on her video. I understood why. Most people would post a cruel comment that's sole purpose what to tear down her young frame. I could only imagine what people were saying. So, clicked on her profile and scrolled down to see her comments.
About 80% of the comments shown were simply rude. They mocked her figure, called her an idiot, said that she was a transvestite. Again, let me reiterate that this is only a young girl. I began scrolling up, and found that she had nearly 19 million views on all of her videos. Many of these were most likely office spam, "dude this video is hilarious."
And then I realized that she had 21 videos. She kept making them, despite the nearly constant ridicule.
Am I the only one who wishes she had the confidence to do this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEtP9zQAOI4
Initially, I laughed. How ridiculous. Why would anyone post such a hilarious video of themselves for 5 million people to laugh at.
I then realized it was me.
And you.
Anyone that had listened to a song, and just danced everything out.
Believe me, I'm not a dancer. I dance for show choir because I have to. But I'm awful (truly) and this is what I look like when I'm at home, listening to the cab like an idiot.
Back to the video: The girl had eliminated commenting on her video. I understood why. Most people would post a cruel comment that's sole purpose what to tear down her young frame. I could only imagine what people were saying. So, clicked on her profile and scrolled down to see her comments.
About 80% of the comments shown were simply rude. They mocked her figure, called her an idiot, said that she was a transvestite. Again, let me reiterate that this is only a young girl. I began scrolling up, and found that she had nearly 19 million views on all of her videos. Many of these were most likely office spam, "dude this video is hilarious."
And then I realized that she had 21 videos. She kept making them, despite the nearly constant ridicule.
Am I the only one who wishes she had the confidence to do this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEtP9zQAOI4
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Hat!
Okay, the bottom of my hat is pretty easy. Bt I have to then transfermy work to circular needles. I just don't understand how it will all collect. You know?
Me.
I should be doing homework. Or studying for the English academic team. Or finishing my spanish note cards. But supposedly we're having a snow day tomorrow. And I'm lazy.
Me: I'm a junior, taking 2 AP classes. I am involved in plenty of productions. I love to sing and play the guitar, and I sort of have a band. There's only 2 of us, and we're more acoustic/jazzy. I also have wonderful friends who support me in every way.
I used to strive to be fake. I wanted a mask to wear. Now I've realized that my jealousy was worthless. Because I am me: I am Kath. I need no one else to model. I love my music, and I don't care if other people have heard of it.
My Favorite Bands (No Order. All "#1")
1. Fall Out Boy
They're currently on hiatus. And I support anything they do, if it's the best decision.
2. The Cab
Oh, Alex DeLeon. You inspire me. Your music makes me want to--
3. NeverShoutNever!
Yeah. I spell it the "old" way. Not sure how I feel about Warner Brothers, but I know I want to work at LoveWay records. Eh?
4. Mayday Parade
<3
So, that's me. A random teenager who learned how to knit through the internet.
Binding Off.
I've mastered the basics. Okay, not necessarily mastered, but I'm doing damn well. So let's bind off and start that hat.
Okay?
Binding off wasn't bad. Although, a few of my stitches before were especially tight or completely not right. So a few of the binding offs were kind of screwed up.
I always said that I would frame my first knitting, but I'm not sure. I'm kind of ashamed. And I really don't want to finish binding off the entire thing.
Hat time!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Purling.
I've been avoiding this topic. Acting like knitting is the easiest thing in the world... It isn't. Breathing is pretty easy. Swallowing (another mundane act) requires little energy.
I've noticed that I can now perform the knit stitch in the dark (perform?).
I think this means purling time.
So, I'm pulling out what I've knitted so far, and heading to The Yarn Co.
I have to be asleep in 6 minutes, so let's hope I'm a quick learner (yes, i have a personal bed time. teenagers need 8 hours of sleep, and I fully intend to be refreshed each morning).
Ok. Learned purling in around 4 minutes. The directions were exact. While the pictures assisted, the words were the true guidance. Before I knew exactly how to do the knit stitch, I was almost doing the purl stitch, but not completely. It's pretty much the reverse of the knit stitch.
I still need to practice more, then bind off. Then I will tackle my hat. I cannot wait!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Link? Rant? WHICH IS IT, YOU CRAZY WOMAN!?!?!?
Knitting Instructions (the actual stitch part, at least) from The Yarn Co. rock. I can't insure their slip-knot or casting on, because I haven't tried them. But they really helped me.
Who taught you to knit?
Or did you teach yourself?
How the hell did you teach yourself? Really? Really?! It's nearly impossible. That would mean that you just took needles and yarn and made a freaking sweater without and prior knowledge of how you're supposed to do it.
If you can't tell, I hate it when people claim to be self-taught.
No, a book taught you. The INTERNET taught me.
A song, or music in general taught you. Just because a person didn't directly teach you doesn't mean that you completely pulled it out of your butt.
This, of course, does not apply to the genius who invented knitting.
And if you really want to claim that you are self-taught, I'd like to see a picture of that sweater.
Thank you!
(I also do not want to hear stories of how your child prodigies taught themselves guitar/piano. Really? Because I think that this would mean they never heard music or saw someone play guitar/piano, or looked up chord progressions. Which I bet they did all three of. Simply put, hundreds of thousands of people taught them)
Oh, yeah. I'm writing a blog about knitting. Sorry.
Purl Stitch.
Ah, the illusive purl stitch. For you, I save another day. Attempting you do I feel not like. Found you, though I have.
The Yarn Co.
I just learned how to knit with help from "The Yarn Co." I managed to make about an inch and a half of stitches (vertically) and I am so proud! But, I still have yet to learn how to purl, and the significance of the purl stitch. Anyone? Anyone at all?
I took it all off, and I am not starting again. This time, I will bind off! Be sure to wait for the bind off post!
Actually Attempting the Knit Stitch.
StitchDiva has failed me. Their knitting tutorial failed. So, I'm back to google.
My needles and I are leaving the computer for a bit. Maybe this will help?
Procrastination?
I need a knitting playlist, right? Songs that I love that I can listen to while I need.
Or rather, more means of procrastination.
Hell yeah.
Knitting.
Do I really have to knit? Can't I just keep playing my guitar?
No, Kath, you can do it.
God?!
You mind, you idiot. My goodness. Without me, you would be helpless.
Sorry, Mind. Are you ready to knit?
Are you?
I know, I've been favoring StitchDiva. Trust me, the minute it gives me trouble, I will run. But truly, it's working, and why should I give up such a good thing?!
Casting On.
I'm choosing to stick with StitchDiva, who taught me how to make the correct slip knot. So, why can't they teach me to cast on?
(I am literally typing as I attempt to do this, so bear with me!)
Attempt #1
StitchDiva! Old buddy, old pal, how have you been in the half and hour we've been apart? Good? I hope so!
Apparently, I am starting with the "Double Cast-On" which StitchDiva claims to be the regular method. I tried wrapping the tail end around my thumb (which I believe is recommended?)
Ah, yes, the exact quote: "Wrap the tail end of your yarn around your left thumb and wrap your working yarn around your left index finger"
That didn't work. It just made a knot.
Attempt #2
I wrapped the working yarn around my thumb, and the tail around my index finger. Suddenly, I am casting on!
I don't know how many stitches to make. 20? 15? How about 18. Good luck for the Superbowl, eh?
Knit or Purl?
Which do i choose? Do I really knit 1 stitch, then purl 2? Or can I "knit" an entire project? Or is is that you knit one row, then purl two rows?
Answers?
Slip Knot.
My first search has brought me to "Stitch Diva," and immediately the name is scaring me. Let's check it out.
Oh my. I have a slip knot!
Their directions are quite helpful. If you aren't familiar with knitting jargon, the "tail" is the end that it not connected to the ball of yarn you have. Simply and easy to follow: I will have to keep this website in my back pocket.
That was easy. More knitting?
Encouragement.
I'm preparing myself for my official "slip-knot" blog bit. So, I decided to find some encouragement.
That was just depressing.
Time to give up?
Why do I want to knit?
First of all, my purpose:
In this blog, I want to review knitting sites and update you on how easy it really is to knit (or how hard?). I am attempting to stick with the internet for this (i.e. no outside help from real people), but if I completely fail, I will seek guidance. Feel free to comment directions or recommendations!
Truly, I have no idea what gave me this inexplicable urge to knit. All that I know is that suddenly, knitting was "cool." How did knitting become socially acceptable for teenagers? You tell me.
My grandmother was always a very crafty and strong woman. She loved to tat (I might tackle that later?) and she used to knit. My friend's mother is a hard-core knitter: she always has her yarn and needles and literally knits EVERYWHERE. I mean it, EVERYWHERE. She's eating, she's surfing the net, she's shopping, she's at a stop light, and she knits! I guess these women have influenced me.
I've decided that my "goal" is to be able to knit this hat. It is absolutely lovely! Obviously, I can't just start knitting like crazy, so I am trying to learn the basics.
At the current time, here is what I know:
Knit 1, Purl 2. Oh, and you need yarn and needles.
Just kidding. I've been searching the internet for awhile. I "know" how to cast on and make a slip-knot. I know that there is also some sort of "casting off," when you finish your piece.
I have circular needles and regular needles, and they are all metallic. I have some older yarn from my mother (who didn't knit much, but still had plenty of supplies). So, I am ready to start!
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