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Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita :: In the midway of this our mortal life Thursday, March 13, 2008

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I found me in a gloomy path astray, gone from the path direct.
I think I’ve lost my way in this world.

Well, I’m still looking for a girlfriend for Horu. And I’ve also decided that at the end of the month, I’m going to buy a pair of bettas, a dual tank where I can put both of them in the same tank with a divider to seperate them. I want a male and a female so I can breed them. Toshi and Senshi I think I’ll call them. As for Horu’s girlfriend, if I can find a female Blue Gourami at Warner Robins’ Petsmart, I’ll be calling her Hoshihana or Ayame.
Last night and this morning I was helping mom with her work by grading papers because grades are due real soon (like today, but they were originally due Friday, but no one told her about the change). I was going to try to stay up until they were all done, but Steven got all pissy because I was out in the living room, watching TV, trying to stay awake without the help of caffiene because my new drugs I’m on are anti-caffiene. And I mean REALLY pissy. So I went to bed. And he came out to the living room and I had left neat stacks of ungraded papers on the couch, the floor in front of the couch, on the table mom and I use and in a bucket in between the love seat and the couch. Know what he did? HE THREW IT ALL! Yup, I don’t know where half the stuff I was working on went let alone where the keys went. And he started slamming everything he didn’t throw, he overturned the table, my stitch markers, yarn needles, earrings, necklaces, etc and the papers were on the table and all of it went flying. So most of it’s still lost. And he started ranting and raving, calling me a fag, a bitch, a fat ass bitch, a whore, slut, etc. And I couldn’t take it. Mom and I are the only ones even trying to save the house, keep her job, etc. And this is what we get. Gram came out and started defending him and coddling him. As usual, I’m outnumbered. I couldn’t take it. So, I cut myself. And just kept cutting. I wrote a suicide note to Jock and a suicide text to mom. And I confessed all the problems I have in my note to Jock. And I do mean everything. And I was so close to sawing my wrist until it broke the major artery, but I couldn’t do it and leave mom to face the two of them. It wouldn’t be fair to her.
I wish I could tell Mom the real reason why I hate my brother. But I’m afraid she’d hate me. I’m afraid she’d call me a liar. I’m afraid she’d lock up in the insane asylum because she thought I was having severe delusions. I’m afraid she’d never speak to me again. And I’d hate that. My mom’s my best friend besides Ellie, Kristie, Felicia, Lesli, and Tabby.
But, the memories of what he did to me are coming back to me. And I’m afraid I’ll kill myself if I don’t tell her soon. I’m having horrible nightmares that I can’t wake up from until they’re finished. I’m cutting myself more and more often. The memories barge into my thoughts more and more. I’ll be sitting with the kids in church and all of a sudden, I’ll have a flashback from that hell he created for me. I’m running out of venues here. It’s getting to be too much. I don’t think I can continue living with this.
On a brighter note, I’m downloading RANOnline right now, so soon, I’ll be able to enjoy my new MMORPG that I’ve been waiting to be released for like 2 months. It’s about bloody time! I can’t wait until it’s downloaded. I’ll be enthralled, I’m sure.
I’ve cast on for the body of Amy’s first baby cardigan. I’ve already completed the sleeves. Woohoo! It looks great. It’s a variegated yarn consisting of blue, green and white. They’re bold blue and green, but not too bold, and it’s spattered on the white yarn. I’m going to use bright blue buttons and I’m even thinking of working in a pocket on one side of the cardigan. Either that or using short rows to create a V-neck. I’ve never used short rows before. Or made a pocket for that matter. But I’m sure it will turn out great either way. My life may suck, but there is one thing in my life that I excel at and that’s my knitting. I can’t ever go truly wrong with it.
I’m seriously considering taking my GED this summer and hopefully getting it. And then enrolling online in this course I’ve heard of that’s created by the Knitting Council of America that gives me a degree in Knitting. Then I could open up that knitting shop and teach classes. I’d have my own business and a college degree! That would be sooooooooo wicked!
I’ve also got to start planning my birthday adventure. I want to do something different from swimming at the lake and cake. I want something new and adventurous. And I’m definitely going to do something totally different in addition. I’m going to invite that cute guy at the Hurricane Store.
Speaking of him…You’ll NEVER guess what happened! The other day, Mom and I went there as usual while Gram was watching Wheel and Jeopardy. I went in and got some scratch-off tickets as usual. We won a few times and after a few times, Mom sent me in for 6 tickets. And I went in and he was working, so it was fun. I went in and told him I wanted 6 this time. Well, he thought I said SEX and he asked me “Sex?” and grinned. I said, “No, SIX.” an I was both smiling and turning the same shade of red as Mom’s car. And I got the tickets and went out to the car and mom, of course, noticed I was blending in with her car. So she asked me what happened. I wouldn’t tell her, but I was managing to steam up the windshield whilst I was scratching off my tickets. And I still wouldn’t tell her, so on my way out of the car to get more tickets (OI!), she told me to say yes! So I HAD to tell her. And she busted out laughing. I told her to shut it and started closing the door, and -get this!- she told me “Go for it, Margaret!”!!!!!!!!! So I went back in and there was a line, so I got in line, and he was behind the cash register. I’m second in line and he keeps grinning at me and sorta laughing when I turn red. So now, Lesli and Momma constantly pick on me by saying “6″, or “sex”. lol
So, I’ve got to figure out a party idea. I know who I’m inviting already. For the most part.

Invite to Party
¥ Lesli
¥ Bobby {Lesli’s Boyfriend}
¥ Jock MUST! I miss my brother.
¥ Tabby ?? Mom’s still kinda ticked at her for the whole Super 8 fiasco.

I miss my friends. I haven’t talked to Tabby in ages. I haven’t seen Ellie and Kristie since my 16th Birthday. I haven’t seen Britty since I went up to NC for the weekend last summer. I haven’t seen Licia since my 16th Birthday. I haven’t seen most of my brothers since Christmas or Summer Breaks. I wish I could have this HUGE party where ALL my friends showed up and we all caught up with one another and all that. I’m positive Ellie, Kristie, Felicia and Britty would love Lesli and Ellie, Kristie, Licia and Lesli would love Britty and Lesli would love Ellie, Kristie, Licia and Britty and Britty would love Ellie, Kristie, Licia and Lesli.
Right now, I’m searching the Baby sweaters group on yahoo’s linkage. I’m looking for some more baby patterns. I think I could combine a few again and come up with another tres magnifique product. I’m also on Knitting Daily, looking for a cute pattern stitch I can use to make my baby sweater I’ve designed more original. I want people to see my jackets and say, “Now, that’s a Margaret Original!” or “See that jacket, there? That’s a Xanadu Knit!” later on in my life on the latter one, of course.
Now it’s time to post this thing seeing as its got over 1446 words in it now.
So, for now, KNIT ON!

I hate living… Wednesday, January 16, 2008

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Hello, Readers.
Well, I just spent over $20 on yarn yesterday. Woohoo! I got some more yarn for my current prayer shawl. I just started my 2nd of the 3 skeins I bought in the beginning and I’m nearly done the first ½ of the shawl, so I bought 2 more skeins just to be on the safe side. And I also bought 6 skeins of Vanna’s Choice for my next shawl.
My next shawl is going to be of my own design probably. It’s going to have 2 colours. I bought 3 skeins of Vanna’s Choice in each colour. Those colours are Antique Rose and Dusty Purple. I’m going to come up with a lace pattern that I’ve never used and I’ll prolly use a provisional cast-on and make 2 triangles and seam them together as well. I’ll have a unique border as well.
So, one of my mom’s co-workers saw my finished Mock Cable Baby Cardigan the other day and she started bragging to everybody about how “cute the baby cardigan Ms Lowe’s daughter made” is and last week one of my mom’s other co-workers came up to her and offered to pay me for a baby boy’s cardigan. I didn’t want to work a pattern I’ve already done, so I started thinking and decided to use some of the techniques I’ve recently learned and some new stuff I’ve never done and came up with a brand-new pattern. I’ve got some cool techniques in it. Including the knit the sleeves first until halfway done them, put them on stitch holders until you’ve knit to the armholes of the body and then, knit the live sleeve stitches into the work and decrease as you go along. And carrying colour changes, which I’ve never done before. The body is worked in one piece and I stripe between mint green and baby blue. 4 rows of green and 2 rows of blue. It looks awesome so far. ^-^
I’m currently doing about a dozen things at this moment. I’m blogging, searching for shawl patterns and lace patterns, knitting the baby cardigan, winding Vanna’s Choice into balls, and roaming ravelry. Can you tell that I’m trying to distract myself from the drip-drip-dripping of the hole in my bedroom’s ceiling? It’s also not working. I’ve torn my arm apart this afternoon when I woke up and I’m trying not to right now. Well, I’m done winding the skeins into balls. Now what?
I just feel like going to sleep for the next 50 years.
One of my best friends, Britty, called me up. We were talking and she said she didn’t want to go to classes tomorrow (college), and I’m sitting here thinking, “well, gee when I was 5 years old, I had it all planned out that I’d be in my 4th year at Harvard’s Law Program. Now, I’m nothing.” Yeah, and I was smart enough too. But my Pre-Algebra teacher in 8th grade messed that up for me by harrassing me bc I was a tomboy and she wasn’t a Y Chromosone friend. So I gave in and told myself that I can’t do math. I mean, sure, I’ve always had issues with math thanks to discalculia and all, but at least I was trying. But after that I pretended I was dumb and eventually threw away my math knowledge and then High School came along and well, it’s all over.
Harvard doesn’t take GEDs. I was going to be someone. And now, I’m nobody. I mean, really, does anybody even read this blog?
If I don’t blog again anytime soon, I may have killed myself. Or I’ve been locked away for trying to. Or I’ve just quit.
Au revior. Bon nuit.

New Project and Christmas Cheer Sunday, December 23, 2007

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Okay, so I read Debbie Macomber’s latest knitting book, Back to Blossom Street, and I loved it as usual. I also loved the idea of a prayer shawl. So I printed the line by line pattern off of Debbie’s Site. And I went to Michael’s to buy yarn and stitch markers. Bernat Satin Sport in Beige and Lion Brand’s Jumbo Locking Stitch Markers. And I grabbed my US8 29″ circular and cast on. I’ve fallen in LOVE with the pattern and I could barely tear myself away from it long enough to turn the computer on, let alone type all of this entry, but alas, I am.
So, Tuesday, I went carolling with some folks from church including Lesli and Joel. We had a blast. I can’t go into detail very well because it was a truly happy time and those are truly few and far between and get hazy after mere moments. lol
So, I’m spending New Year’s Eve with my family and Aunt Brandi and clan. And on the first, I’ll be hanging out with Tabby a bit. Haven’t done that since that day that didn’t end right. lol So that’ll be fun.
Seriously, I LOVE Alix’s Stockinette Prayer Shawl. I’ll take some pics with the digital camera of it in progress and post them on here in a little while.
I’ve been cutting myself again. Deal with it, people. Mom thinks I did it during a bipolar episode that I had that she didn’t see, but I didn’t. I did it Friday. I was getting too stressed. People want too much out of me all of the time. Sometimes it’s too much and cutting myself releases it all…at least for a little while, you know? I don’t care what ya’ll think. It’s none of your business what I do really. It’s not your blood on the ground. It’s not your arm. It’s not you getting the looks. It’s not your scars. So butt out.
So I’ve got a new project in mind that I have to have done before the summer. I need elbow length fingerless gloves. So I don’t have to put up with my wonderful family. Can you tell how sarcastic I am? It’s just one more thing that I’ll be compared by to the perky perfect prisses. I can hear it all now….”Crystal never cut herself.”"Ashlee would never do such a thing.”"Casie is a good girl. She’s not corrupted by friends like the ones Margaret has.” And I’ll lock myself in a closet or someplace, growl at anyone who tries to join me, turn my mp3 up as loud as it can go, slice into my arm, watch the blood run out and knit away until I can leave.
“I cut myself, watch the blood seep out and tell it to take the pain away. Blood on the ground is better that pain in my heart.” — Margaret Ruth
It Hurts
It hurts so much.
It hurts so good.
It distracts me for a while
from the reason I did it.
The pain is a rush.
The pain is an outlet.
The pain is minute to the reason I inflicted its pain.
Some are puffy and red.
Some are puffy and white.
Some are faded.
Some are fresh.
Some are barely visible.
Some you can see from a short distance.
I know I shouldn’t do it but I don’t care anymore.
I’ll cut myself,
watch the flesh separate,
let my eyes open wide
when the blood starts to flow,
and I’ll endure the pain
because I know
other things in my life can hurt much worse.
I’ll hide it from the world
except Licia, Britty and Tabby.
I couldn’t bear to see
the sympathetic looks
or hear the admonishments.
I’ll die before I see sympathy in his eyes.
And the rate I’m going it might just end up that way.
I know if he ever found out,
he’d pity me
and try to learn why I cut myself.
He’d try to stop me or worse,
he might leave me without a reason
to stop myself from slicing open my wrists
and watching my life blood pour out.

Cuts and Scars
Jagged lines so ugly and bold
some are red and other, faded white
Some are long and some are not
Some are large and others are small
most are vertical but some are horizontal.
White and red lines against the backdrop of my skin.
Some were inflicted by the tip of a nail file,
others by the teeth of a hair clip,
most were put there by the cold steel of a knife,
two were even put there by the point of a protractor.
But all of them were put there by me.
I needed some control over something in my life.
I decide the size, the depth, the instrument to use and
the number too.
So when things in my life don’t turn out right,
or my brother abuses me,
or things don’t go according to plan,
or the pressure gets to be too much
I slowly slice into my skin
and as my blood trickles out,
my stomach turns and I grow faint,
I cannot bear the sight of my own blood,
and I think to myself
“If he only knew……..”
Sometimes my arms are bandaged up real thick
and I have to go to church or shop,
people think it’s my cats or my fights.
They would never believe
that that happy and sometimes angry girl
who’s always got a smile-oh, so hollow-
could ever do this to herself.
Well I can and I do.
So I watch the blade
and my eyes follow the blood
and pretend like everything’s okay
and hope to God some people don’t find out.
Maybe one day I’ll stop,
when I have control of my life
but not until that happens.
So I’ll cut myself,
deep and long,
to stop the pain from closing in.
I need a reminder
to remember not to cut
as much as I’d like.

Okay, I just signed up for Ravelry {I’m Mizuko if anyone else is on it} and I can’t wait to get raveling, lol. Laters.
Merry Christmas!