Fairies and Tails

When I was younger, fairy tales were a huge source of confusion for me.  Because as far as I knew, fairies did not have tails.  Dogs had tails, but fairies did not.  Horses even had tails, but fairies did not.  Anyways, this random tangent is only a lead in to an even more random story.

It's the story of a princess named Gretchen.

As all good stories do, this one starts out once upon a time in a far away land.  There was a queen and king of the land, and of course they had a beautiful daughter, just as there always is, but in this story, we have a twist.  You see, Gretchen wasn't a normal princess.  Gretchen had big dreams and big demands.  She was determined that no prince would ever save her from a hundred foot tall tower, and she would never depend on one to wake her up from endless sleep.  And she dabbled a bit in the art of magic.

One day, Gretchen was sitting in her chambers, determined to master the spell of a self cleaning room (kind of like those self cleaning ovens, but not really) when suddenly she heard a shout outside her window. She ignored it because it must have been her annoying brother, Marshall.  He was always being, well, annoying.  So on she went practicing her spell.  At least until she heard the shout again, this time more clearly.

"Gretchen!  Come to the window!"

She figured her room cleaning spell was not getting any better and she might as well go check out the situation.  She walked to the window and saw only a horse.  She looked around, rolled her eyes and muttered, "dumb brothers!" and began to turn around.

"Wait!"

Gretchen twirled around as fast as she could and still saw only the horse.  But this time the horse was... smiling.  Could horses do that?

She stared down the horse, daring it to make a sound, and when nothing happened, she laughed.  How silly of me, Gretchen thought.  To think a horse could talk!  But she still did not remove her eyes from the horse.

Suddenly, out of thin air, a man appeared on the horse.  Gretchen squealed.  That was impossible!  Appearing out of thin air!  Almost like... magic.

The magic man then smiled his debonair smile and smoothed his manly hair in a very annoying manner and suddenly Gretchen felt the very strong urge to walk away.  Yet something held her in place.

"Gretchen Willow, I need you to come with me."  Oh dear. This could not be good.

That's all of Gretchen's story I can tell today.  I'm terribly sorry to leave you hanging like that, but not enough to tell you anymore.  So check in soon if you want to hear more...

Nothing to Write About...

Every time I try to write something on here, it sounds like a pimply seventh grader decided to barf up some writing.  That sounds disgusting, I know, but it's the truth.  That's because I'm pretty much forcing myself to write about things I really don't want to.

I mean I could write about stupid AP tests (well, test) and how I discovered I have a horrible habit of clenching my teeth together when I write essays that I'm pretty sure will ruin my mouth if I ever take another AP class that has anything to do with writing essays.  And then I would talk about how I'm sick of writing essays and if I ever have to write about how the stupid post service is dying out then I will shoot someone.  (Oh no!  I talked about an AP question!  Will my score be terminated now?  What ever will I do?)  But why would you want to hear me talk about that?

Or, I could talk about how I designed a shirt for Franklin Elementary School's Fun Run and it is a gorgeous specimen of a design if I do say so myself.  Then I would probably show you a picture of that design and you would leave a comment telling me how much you wish you had that shirt and how cool I am.  But, honestly, why would you care about that, either?

And then I might tell you all about MORP and how we went up the canyon and we played games and had a BBQ and we drew with chalk and watched Back to the Future and I had a great time with this kid:

And I could tell you how we sent each other on really random (and kind of mean) scavenger hunts to ask/answer each other for said MORP (and I could show you a really embarrassing picture of three certain friends of mine... Perhaps it had something to do with the letters Y, E, and S painted on chests? But just maybe.  I think I would spare you that one, though...)

And then I could tell you about how Mr. Calvin here set my hair on fire or how I spilled a cup of water on myself trying to balance it on his finger... But they take too long to explain and you don't want to spend the next year of you life hearing about that stuff.

An finally, I was thinking about telling you that every time I push the shift key with my left pinky, there's this agonizing shot of pain that rushes up my arm because I skinned the side of my hand yesterday.  Then you would feel bad for me and I would tell you that I'm done with this post. 

So as you can see, I have nothing to write about.  Nothing at all.

And the Realization Hits Like Lightning

How is it that an idea can become so fixed in our minds that we can't see the obvious right in front of us?  But that's just the human experience, isn't it?  To judge others without really getting to know them.  To go on making your life miserable just because of pride and a tendency to be stubborn?

Recently, I discovered that I have pegged someone all wrong.  

This friend, and yesterday, I know I wouldn't have called her a friend, is a genuinely good person, someone who I aim to get to know much better in the near future.  But you see, I was stuck up, not realizing what a good opportunity I have been missing by not getting to know said person.  I look back on all I thought about her and realize it was just some absurd notion thought up in my proud little head.  

Suddenly, my thoughts have turned to others I have possibly judged unfairly.  And I wonder, how many times have I based someone upon a single action.  Something they did once and I can't seem to forget it?  Way too many for me to feel good about myself.  And if I'm doing this so often, how many of my stupid moments have stuck in others minds giving them some twisted version of who I really am.  

I mean, if I expect others to give me a chance, I kind of have to give them one first, eh?

The logical thought process of this situation brings my mind very unwillingly onto a new subject.  There is someone who is at the back of my mind, practically exploding and it's all I can do to try and not think about it, because I know that I'm not going to like where it takes me.  But here it goes:  

I have based this person's entire being on one single action and while it wasn't just some small thing, I mean, I was quite offended at this, it still needs to be forgotten.  And if the talk in sacrament meeting last week on forgiveness wasn't enough, then it quite possibly might take a sledgehammer to my pride to get it through to me.  Get over it Tacie.

Now is where you come in.  Because if this little pity party has sparked that little guilty feeling in your mind, I'm guessing you need to get over something too.  So give it a try.  I'm going to, so we might as well attempt the seemingly impossible feat together, eh?

And I promise the regularly scheduled sarcasm and wit will be back soon.

Oh the joys of the internet.

So, I just wrote a super sarcastic, snarky post that I'm pretty sure would offend a few people if I were to actually post it.  So I'll keep it as a draft and possibly share it someday.  But for now, it's much safer if I keep it to myself.  I've got a reputation to uphold, here.

But I will share the good news I shared in the snarky post:  I just had a job interview!  I think it went pretty well, so keep your fingers crossed!

And since you don't get the pleasure of my sarcasm, I'll leave you with this glorious picture instead:

Bahahaha!  That's funny right there.  And sorry, I don't know where this is from.  If you know:  Tell me!  But if you don't:  Just enjoy it.  You know you want to.

Free Printables!

Today in silkscreening, I was quite bored.  Of course I could've been working on my assignment, but what fun is that? (Hint: none.)  So I decided to make a little envelope.  Then just now I decided to put that little envelope on here so you can use it.  I think it's pretty cute, but I guess it's up to you :)

Instructions:

Print.

Cut on solid line.

Fold on dotted line.

Glue where overlapping.

Fill with a cute little letter.

You're done.

We're doing rocket science here, folks.  Try to keep up.

In Which I Discuss Many Random Items

First item of business, this isn't a craft blog.  That's just to clarify it for a certain someone.  You know who you are.  I just enjoy bragging about them.  So there.

Second, there are 6 weeks left of school.  That means I have no motivation, no enthusiasm and no desire to do any homework whatsoever.  That's just the life of a high schooler, eh?  But I will say that I'm definitely going to miss some of my classes.  Such as the ones that give me an excuse to go to Jamba whilst studying bones.  Or the one where I leave class early to go get a crepe for lunch.   Or the fact that I have no seventh period which will definitely not be the case next year.  You see, school isn't all bad, just the part where I have to take killer AP tests, write brain-numbing essays and deal with annoying people.  Yup.

Thirdly, I just made the most delicious chocolate cookies.  Yum.  I may or may not be eating one right now.

Fourthly, I will probably regret posting this, because I'm in one of "those" moods.  Yup, the kind where everything is wildly funny, nothing you say makes sense and you feel like jumping on the couch.  Like I said, I made some really good cookies. :)

Fifthly, I really don't enjoy the looming prospect of college around the corner.  I have a stack *this* high (imagine me stretching my hands out pretty big) of brochures, letters and pleadings from a billion colleges telling me why I would be a good fit for (insert college name here).  And even though I was positive before I even opened most of them that I wouldn't go there (I mean, an all girl's college, who thought up that brain-child?  Maybe for elementary school, not college.) it still has gotten me to thinking:  "What the heck am I doing in one year?  One year!  Ahhhhhhhhhh!  (Now, imagine me ripping out my hair.)  I have one year to decide where I'm going to start the rest of my life.  Wow.

Sixthly, I think it'll be really awkward when I get to point 13.  Thirteenthly?  That sounds super awkward.

Seventhly, I think I'm done.  It's time to go eat another chocolate cookie.  MMMMMM!!!!  And this way, I don't have to figure out what to do when I get to 13.  :)  Farewell!

Apparently... I knit.

So, I decided to try my hand at knitting.  For the 3rd or 4th time (I can't remember) but this time, I finally finished it!  Wahoo!  Hallelujah!  And it's not only fantastic that I finished a knitting project, it's amazing that I finished a blanket project at all!  I think I currently have about 70 unfinished projects that I got tired of... Yeah, I know.

I used the pattern on the wonderful Purl Bee website: the Chevron Baby Blanket.  It is an amazingly easy tutorial to follow.  I mean, this is the very first thing I have ever knitted and it turned out like this:

It has to be good.  And look at those colors!  I fell in love with them when I saw them on the original blanket and decided I had to copy them and use it in my own blanket.  Yum.

And look how cool it looks rolled up!  Oh my!  How gorgeous!  (Can you tell I'm in love with this little darling?  Because I am.)

Mmm...  

I'm pretty sure I can say that I can knit.  At least a little bit. And for the next project... Well you'll just have to wait and see.