Gasping for breath

so I am taking a few days away from Deathly Hallows to get some air. WOW!!! What a tremendous and emotionally overwhemling book! And it is sooooooooooooo good. There are twists and turns that I never saw coming, some I did, and then one I just knew was coming, but it turned out very different. The true meaning of RAB was the only theory I had (I really didnt give a dpn whether or not Snape was evil). Like alot of other gits out there, I read the Epilogue first. Cause I had to know, you know?

I didnt have quite the reaction that his Lordship Franklin Habit did, but I could understand where he was coming from.

Anywho, I am in the middle of Chapter 29, but already know most of the deaths. Thanks to all thosewho warned me ahead of time.

After 5 days at the beach, in which my nose and another anatomy part(s) was the only things that got burnt and burnt most severly (What can I say? they are the things that are closest to the sun and was able to shade everything else) I have about 36 hours until I fly out to Burbank to visit Raven. While I HATE flying, I am looking forward to the trip.

In knitting, the hogwarts scarf is on hiatus, andI am nearly finished with the heel flap of the sock, which I am calling Walking in Sunshine.

Laters!

Spoil Me Not!!!

I passed the FTCE Subject Area exam. That was a really difficult test. Next Stop is the Generl Knowledge that I will take after I come back from visiting Raven

And now...........

SSSSSSSSShhhhhhhhhh.....

Please do NOT disturb. Gryffin is reading.


O, and BTW, I recieved an Honorable Mention for my costume at the local Borders Costume Contest.

See you when I emerge

Spoil Me (but only a teeny bit, please)

My fellow citizens



I am busy studying for the FTCE Subject Area, which I will take on Tuesday. My loving, good-intent-filled but evil parents have told me that they will (if they have not already, no one is giving me a straight answer) intercept the UPS guy so that I will not recieve Harry Potter until after the test.



This is where you come in. Please believe me when I say that I really, really hate suprises like this. So I am asking those who read it before me to please, please, please tell me who dies. I dont want to know anything else, or even how they die. I just want to know before I begin reading.



And don't lie about it just to be funny. I do have a wand. And a schnoodle who attacks for spoonfuls of peanutbutter. I am just sayin'. Seriously.



SOON TO COME: an actual blog entry, after I re-learn macro economics (the only section I failed on the practice test)

EDITOR'S NOTE: I have just received Deathly Hallows. The compromise was that I could read the epilogue before I give it to the evil parents. All I was hoping to live apparently did. All is truly well. Now, I shall return to the learning the formula of elasticity so that I can enjoy the book Tuesday without anything else on my mind.

Moz, knitting, and other such things

Last Sunday I went with Miss to see Morrissey. If you don't know who that is, don't ask me. Just go to iTunes or Yahoo!Music. Just don't ask me who he is. (insert eye roll and exasperated sigh here)

But anyways, I digress. The concert was amazing. This was my first real rock concert, but my third if you count The Backstreet Boys in '96 (I don't cause it was free and, well The Backstreet Boys is as far from rock as here to Maine) and Tori Amos in '03 (sort of counts, but there was no pit, and as much as I heart Tori, her's is not exactly "rock" either). Its not that I dont like to go to concerts, it is just a very rare occasion that the stars align and I have the money and the time to go to a concert. Back in Feburay when I bought tickets, Miss informed me that pit tickets were the only option since "Only losers sit in the balcony." So I went around noon to her place, where we began to get ready. While she helped me with my eye-makeup, I introduced her to Mr. Amazing, my hair straightening iron. Although she admitted that it was truly a miraculous piece of engineering, its massive base was too wide for her short-cropped hair. We played dress up, and then headed out. In route, and during the massive traffic backups around the toll boothes, we amused ourselves with her iPod, and created our own playlists with titles that ranged from silly to, um, unladylike topics.

The opening act was a girl who was one part Meg White, one part Bjork, one part Tori, with a very light sprinkling of Karen O (The Yeah Yeah Yeahs). She was ok, but not much to blog about. After her set and a very wierd video montage, Moz appeared. Miss and I rocked out together until Groping Pink-Shirted Spaz came through, and he irrated me enough that I left to the back to get some fresh air. When I went back into the pit, I enjoyed myself until the closing song. Then I enjoyed myself tenfold. Moz chose to close the concert with "How Soon is Now?" my favorite song. I know he did not do that for me, but it is sure fun to imagine he did.

I was never a huge Morrissey/Smiths fan, but now I am using my iTunes allowance to buy all his songs. It is the least I could do. After all, he sang my favorite song as a closer.

On the knitting front, I am getting really sick of the wavy scarf.

And the sock. Well, when I began, the ribbed cuff had this beautiful spiralling pattern going on. However, once I got to the actual Jaywalker pattern, the colors became "muddy." So I frogged it and am using SPM's "sock recipe" from Knitting Rules.

Any advice or encourangement on this front would be greatly encouraged.

Predictable Euphoria and Uncharacteristic Ranting

So....people.

What did you do today? How are you?

I am sorry, what was that you said? What did I do today? WHAT did I do today????

You really need to ask me?

In case you cannot figure it out, I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix today. O, my, Godiva. It was amazing. I really, really liked it. I honestly thought I would be immune from emotion, having already read the book. Not so much. The freaky beginning caused me to nearly jump out of my seat. Each and everyone of the new characters were PERFECT. Especially Evanna Lynch as Luna Lovegood. Luna is my personal favorite charcater, so naturally, I was very skeptical (and a bit protective) of how they were going to translate her to screen. I could not have been happier. Evanna, if you ever read this, I loved your performance better than Starbucks chai. Imelda Staunton was perfectly creepy as her pinkness Miss Dolores Jane Umbridge. And Helena Bonham Carter's Bellatrix Lestrange? Fantastic. I can't wait until Neville gets to kick her ass. Cause that is what is going to happen in book seven.

I finished my first lace pattern (needs to be blocked) and mystery project, which I did block. It looked far better than I thought it would. Still working on the Gryffindor/wavy scarf. Cast on for the Jaywalkers. I am not very optimistic, but the yarn is bright and pretty and soft.

You know what really bothers me? Blog ranting. Or ranting in general. Life is to short for ranting. Although I do understand that people do need vent every now and again.

Having said that, I was watching the Live Earth footage on line (the day of I was enjoying an outing with my mum) and I could not help to under how many effecient lightbulbs were used in lighting those stages for hours at a time. Or how much energy was used with all those amps and microphones. How earth friendly were those clothes? Were they fair trade? And just how much fuel was used to get Al Gore to each venue to make a earth-happy sermon. I highly doubt he drove a Prius from Brazil to Washington D.C.

Thank you and good night!

So it goes alittle something like this

I have been avoiding using that title for quite some time. Mainly because I knew I would only be able to use it once. The pastor at the church I attend begins every single sermon/homily like this, and it never fails to make me smile. But then again, I have a great respect and love for the man. He is, after all, the reason I began attending church once again.

So here I am, on what could very well be the rainiest July Fourth in recent memory (I am sure that there have been rainier ones, I just do not recall). I went to the local conglamo bookseller to pick up my prep book for the FTCE GK* test that I am taking towards the end of summer. The good news is, there is nothing that I do not at least vaguely recall about the math portion. Which means that the rumor that there is triganometry and calculous is nothing more than a rumor. Which means that my weakest area could potentially be the timed essay writing. In case you have not noticed, I have a tendancy to ramble on, and on, and ON, and can talk just about anything to death. Whcih reminds me, if the question is "Where is one place you would like to visit and why?" is Hogwarts an acceptable answer?

My wonderful sister has made another inspirational creation; Key Lime pie. It was (as per her pastry talents) beyond perfection. The crust was crumbly and brown ad nutty and buttery. The lime part was sweet and tart and devine. The merangue was beyond words. She may get on my last nerve somtimes, and we may not always agree on everything, but as long as she continues to create the bakery items she does (from scratch mind you - the thought of instant mixes makes her gag) she will be the best sister in the world, and I will always be very lucky to have her.

No matter where you are, or your feelings and setiments, have a great Fourth of July.

*For those of you who are lost in the abbreviations, the FTCE. stands for the Florida Teaching Certification Examination. There are three parts of the exam; The Professional, Subject Area and the General Knowledge, which is commonl known as the GK or Gen Knowledge. You cannot get a teaching job if you do not pass these. Some may hire you, but then you have a very limited time period that you have to get them passed, or else you get fired. They are also exist requirements if you are earning a degree in a school of education.