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When my younger sister Windy left back to Texas, I wasn't as upset as I was the last time she came to visit because I'm not as alone/by myself here in New York anymore.

Luckily and coincidentally all (well, most) of my best and closest friends live here. We didn't plan on moving here as a group; it just happened like that. (I didn't want to move here in the first place. It's too far from home. Sometimes I think I'm a momma's boy.)

I didn't feel as empty when Windy left because I knew I was still in a place with people who love me.

So, I guess the bottom line is that I don't need my sister. =)

Jokes.

Anyway, here's a scarf I made for Windy months ago—and finally gave to her once she came to see me:

sister and scarf

sister

sister and scarf

I don't know what's up with her face/hair either… Why do I feel the need to act so mean to her sometimes? It's just a compulsion I have. And it's so funny.

(The very awesome/nice yarn is made by Hobbledehoy.)

Here's Windy and Gordo the Cat (who might be my roommate again in the near future—let's hope!):

Gordo and Windy

And Windy and her favorite (only) brother, me:

Windy and me

I made her take that right before I walked her outside to the cab.

It was so cute when she was here.
I taught her how to knit before she left. She caught on pretty quickly, and that made me proud. We even went yarn shopping.

Let's hope she sticks with it and gets to be very good at it.
Not better than me of course.

I have a very fragile ego!

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avant-garde first graders

You should always be nice to your parents, I think.
You shouldn't act like a brat either.

I hate seeing children (especially children my age) be rude/snippy (snappy?) to their parents all the time. I mean, yeah, we all have bad moods that we end up taking out on other people. (Maybe I'm speaking for myself. But I'm sure most of you know what I'm talking about.)

But being rude all the time?
No way.
That's lame.

You should also say "I love you" a lot.
And if you love your friends, you should say it to them, too.

I do.

I haven't eaten yet cuz I was broke and didn't have any money to buy food.
But I got a little bit of cash, so I went to the Fairway and got some pasta stuff. And couscous. And cereal.

Lillian G. (aka Lazy Susan) returned to Austin today. How sad.
And Meredith S. leaves on Monday.
(These are some of my good friends from Texas that I'm referring to.)

I liked having a sense of community here in NYC. But Meredith is moving here in May. And my friends Max and Sarah will be here on the first of April. And Lillian might be back in June or May for an extended stay. So, that should be boss, I hope.

Here's a shirt I made today:

EIGHT ARMS TO SCOLD YOU

EIGHT ARMS TO SCOLD YOU

Remember that Veruca Salt album "Eight Arms to Hold You" with the octopus on the front?
Well, I called this shirt "Eight Arms to SCOLD You"! Get it?! Eh, eh? GET IT?

K I'll stop.

Time to eat.
Buh-bye!

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THAT KIND OF PERFECTION BORING

I think is probably the third time I've blogged about "My Best Friend's Wedding".
BUT…
It's so sad.

I think that I think it's so sad because sometimes when it comes to love I'm just a big ol' fat selfish person. I still think it's hard to find comfort in the thought that somebody I love is happy even though they're not with ME.

Does that make sense?
I'm trying to type my thoughts while constantly turning my head to watch the movie. (It comes on TBS a whole lot…)

IN OTHER NEWS
I'm waiting for my mum to wake up. She and I are going to start working out together at her apartment's gym.
I went last night by myself and was surprised by how nice it was: the equipment's all brand new and the it's all clean and such. Good stuff.

Of course I worked out to the point that I'm drenched in sweat—it wouldn't be a workout any other way!—so when I got back to the apartment and I took off my shorts and saw that my entire ass was wet, too. I was walking around like a doofus in front of everybody with my SWEATY WET ASS. Sheesh.

But I guess it's not such a big deal.
I mean, I COULD'VE forgotten to wear shorts in the first place and walked around in front of others like that.

Okay…
This is Duncan Grant, total sexface:

Duncan Grant

And an example of his artwork:

Duncan-Grant-Self-Portrait

      

Okay then.
Have a good day.

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I WAS BORN TO DANCE

This is a short film I made with my friends Sarah and Chris.

It's probably the best thing you'll ever see on earth…

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MOVE, YOU FUCKING BUG!

JEEZUS!
I really want a best friend.
I still think I'm getting fat. (SHUT UP!)

I forgot what I was gonna say…

Hmm…

Oh, yeah!
My public speaking (yeah, I know…core requirement I waited five years to take…) professor called me good-looking in class. Does that make me gay?

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TONIGHT

I got the most beautiful instant message. I'm not listing the person's screen name, though.:

[23:54] _______:  craig where are you goooing with these batshit insane IMs, i have my own life to deal with and it's confusing

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My REAL first Etsyian encounter!

Fellow Etsy seller FORT CLOUDY came through town because she's on tour with some bands. She told me she'd be coming through Houston, so I offered she and her friends a place to stay!
It was my first time meeting another Etsy seller (without having known them already). =)

We took some photos this morning:

FC and CL (test shot)

FORT CLOUDY and CUBIST LITERATURE

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copied/pasted

"I don't know about y'all, but I have to take a few prescription medications every morning when I wake up, excluding pain relievers (in case my back hurts or I'm hungover). The problem: sometimes I'll take a pill, drink my water—but moments later I'll forget about taking the medication. I'll start to doubt myself and try to decide whether I actually took the pill or just THOUGHT about taking it. I don't know if I should take it again or not.

It sucks especially in the case of my Adderall because that's something that you don't want to take two at a time. It'll give you wings."

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FLASH/NOFLASH

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83 x 9=10

From an Etsy post I just responded to:

1. Always drunk
2. Always on speed
3. I am now realizing I'm happier not being a vegetarian. (It's a load of crap!)
4. I like meeting new people.
5. I don't drive.
6. Too many questions at once causes angry outbursts.
7. I like to watch Saturday morning cartoons on the WB/CW.
8. I have a tendency to lead people on.
9. I can play guitar.
10. Once my mother accidentally mentioned to me that I was on medications when I was six for anxiety attacks; when I tried to ask her about it, she SCREAMED at me to shut up.

JUSTIN PAVLOVICH

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