Dante wakes me up this morning. Grrr, dogs. Definitely something I'm not used to. I give up and go back to sleep.
I eat waffles and homemade maple syrup for breakfast. I have never tasted anything so divine in my life. Wow. Then, I figure out an ingenious way to use my cassette-to-auxilliary-jack-thing by putting it in... a cassette player. I don't have to listen to earphones any longer!
I clean my room and find an awesome keepsake that I hadn't seen in a long time. When I was ten, my best childhood friend and I went to Chinatown in Toronto with his mom. We both got rings at this tiny house that was converted into a store. This seems super fitting because it's a rabbit (for Easter, duh), and because we still see each other on holidays.
Dad takes me driving at two. My suckiness is still going strong on the stick front. I wish I could get better, but it will come in time. I just know I'll be laughing at this post later.
Once I get home, I put pictures up on my wall like so: :) The two on the left and the middle right one were $3 each at a thrift store. FTW. I have a weird feeling that I'm gonna spend a ton of time at the thrift store this summer.
It feels like the first time in a long time that math has come in handy. I measure out 14" from each wall.
Then, I knit. Every time I knit something, people are always like, "Wow, what are you knitting?" Then I don't know what to say, and everything I knit seems to turn into a scarf. I would tell people I'm knitting a square because I'm bored since it's the truth, but that seems so boring. What should I tell people?
I keep telling myself I should make a blanket. It sounds so epic.
I spend the rest of the night on YouTube. I've already lost count of how much candy I've eaten today.
UPDATE: Forty-five minutes later!