In middle-school, I made a pair of pants. Strike that, I destroyed some perfectly good denim.

I took some jeans, cut some holes, sewed (by hand, and a shaky one at that) some patches, splattered some paint, and VOILA! Art.

So bad. I probably wore them once, I wasn't fooling anyone.

Well here I am again. I've decided to take some Goodwill trousers, make them into shorts, and them make the leftover material from the cut-off into a sort of satchel... or an elephant-trunk-warmer. Heh.

A bag is just the easiest thing I can think of for the leftovers, but I would like to produce something nice. In times like these, I wish I possessed a sewing machine. Harumph.



I've given up keeping detailed lists of what I was eating. I keep in mind what I've had in a day, but obsessing over every detail led to just that, an unhealthy obsession. Instead I've done a few crunches and put in a few miles on the treadmill, and I have to say, I'm much less concerned.

peeves to pet

I don't get why people are so insistent about washing their cars. They just get dirty again.

acne.

not getting my check when I'm supposed to due to lazy bookkeeping.

how full of complaints I am, and how dissatisfied I am with myself. I feel like Eeyore, and I always hated him.