Three months ago, I had a job as an appointment setter at an Internet start up. Well, I lost that job after a week! A week! I called home, and threatened to slit my wrists. What happened was the fact that my mom and dad said that I wasn't going to do it. They never once took me to the hospital. I think they were in denial. I then called my county's crisis hotline, and was referred to a therapist. I was diagnosed with depression. Things are getting better. It's a slow process, but I'm taking baby steps. I've joined a local knitting club. I've volunteered. I've looked for several jobs. And right now, things are just getting better. Thank God I knew that I had a problem. And now, things are starting to turn around.
The shows went very well! I never thought that we would actually put together a good show (since a lot of people were being really half assed about it in rehearsal), but it all worked out in the end. The closing Sunday, we actually got a standing ovation! I'm really happy with the way it turned out!
I'm doing a play this year. My auditions didn't go as well as I wanted them to, but I still got cast as a housewife. I have three children (I have an invisible teen, apparently), and two of the cutest 8 year old girls that you'll ever see in your life.
Dad made a big deal about the dishwasher being emptied. I have laundry to do. So what if someone forgot to empty the dishwasher? Empty it as soon as you remember, and then move on with your day. It's that simple. But, apparently, it's not that simple with my family. Every small thing turns into a big deal, and I'm getting sick of it. I need to move on-I've been ready to move out for quite some time-and then, I'll be happy. Also, Dad almost invaded my privacy. Just because I'm still here does not mean that anyone has any right to violate my privacy. He asked if I was writing about him in my journal. My journal is private-and so it shall be. It's my only outlet in letting how I feel out. I can write mean things about a person, and no one can jodge me. It's one thing to see someone writing in their journal, and levaing them alone about it. But it's another thing to see someone writing in their journal, and specifically asking them if the person writing in thier journal is writing about a person (mean, good, insane, otherwise). I have a right to my privacy, just like everybody else. And my dad claims that he's being fair, when it's clear that Karl has always been the golden child? I did get an A on my paper that I did for my thetre management project. I'm happy about that.
I got a call earlier this afternoon about my degree-they got a copy of my waiver letter, but apparently those pricks at the theatre department still found a way to keep me. Here's what the person handled my degree told me-that I have an incomplete with my capstone (I auditioned for them four or five times, and I was never cast in one fucking play-not even as a fucking chambermaid!), and then I have to deal with my development of drama class, of which I got a C. I thought I was done! I was told twice that I was done by the counseling department! And now this! I feel like Charlie Brown-just when things are starting to look up, something else happens. I guess that's Murphey's law for you. I have had it with Wayne State University and their beurocratic attitude! As far as I'm concerned, I'm done with them! I wonder how those fucking pricks sleep at night? I wonder if there are few classes that I can take to make up for those classes. I want to take some classes as an alternative-I've tried it their way, and all I get is to jump through hoops. My heads spinning more than Linda Blair in the Excorcist! Wayne State can kiss my ass as far as I'm concerned!
I have some knitting patterns (these will also be posted in my myspace page!) Lavendar skies scarf MC: 1 skein Red Heart Dye Lot Acrylic 7 Oz in Lavendar CC: 1 skein Red Hear Dy Lot Acrylic 7 Oz in Light Blue Size Us 8 (5 mm) kniting needles, or size needed to obtain gauge Scissors Tapestry needle Cast on 36 stitches in lavendar. Knit five rows, using the 2 x 2 ribbing. Change color to light blue. Knit five rows. Keep alternating between lavendar and light blue every five rows until you reach the desired lenght. Bind off. Weave in loose ends. Add fringe, if desired.
White Stripes Scarf (This scarf is inspired by the colors of one of my favorite bands, the White Stripes) MC: 1 skein Red Heart Dye Lot Acrylic 7 oz. in Cherry Red CC 1: 1 skein Red Heart Dye Lot Acrylic 7 oz. in White CC 2: 1 Skein Red Heart Dye Lot Acrylic 7 oz. in Black US 7 (4.5 mm) knitting needles, or size needed to obtain gauge Scissors Tapestry needle Cast on 40 stitches in cherry red. Knit five rows, using the 2 x 2 ribbing. Change color to white. Knit five rows. Change color to black. Knit five rows. Keep alternating colors until you reach the desired length. Bind off. Weave in loose ends. Add fringe, if desired.
Cherry on top hat 1 skein Red Heart Dye Lot Acrylic 7 oz in Cherry red US 7 (4.5 mm) circular needles Tapestry needle Cast on 84 stitches. Work the first 1 3/4" in seed stitch. After you have reached 1/ 3/4", begin with a purl row. Knit until you have reached 5 inches. Once you have reached five inches, decrease every 12 stitches for every other row. Do this four times. After you have reached the fourth time, decrease every row until you have reaced seven stitches. Once you reach seven stitches, cut the yarn, leaving a long tail. Work the tail through the last stitches, using a tapestry needle. Sew a sewm in the back of the hat, using a matress stitch. (Do this, only if you have circular needles that are not 16"). Weave in loose ends.
The hat pattern was orginally supposed to be the Adults only Devil Hat from the book Stitch N' Bitch, the Knitters handbook, by Debbie Stoller. I made the hat, but it turned into a creation of my own.
My family did see the play that I did last month, and they enjoyed. In spite of what I say about them (yeah, they do drive me crazy sometimes, and they do make me mad sometimes), they are always there for me, and they are very supportive of me. I should quite posting things about them whenever I'm having a bad day. But sometimes, when I'm having a bad day, they drive me crazy, and I feel like I need to vent. And I know that some people can't understand this, but this is completely normal. I should quite taking things so personally.