I’m really boring

So I have decided to start paying more attention to my blog and to tell you the truth, my life isn’t that interesting. I don’t punch polar bears or jump out of planes playing the ukulele. I’m just Sunny. (My name should tell you my personality. If I a more badass person, my name would be Maxine Dynamite.) I spend my days looking up scholarships and grants for school. (And loan repayment options.) Then job hunting and filling out online applications. Then I swatch and make spreadsheets for whatever design I have floating in my head. Then I read. (Lately I have been reading about Marie of Romania.) Sometimes I play video games on Steam.

I think somebody complained about how blithely I write and it’s true. I try to bounce back from things as quickly as possible. To me the longer something stays a problem, the more likely it is to fester and get worse.  I’m also one of those people when something upsets me, I get upset then I format a plan. It’s just how I roll. (Sideways! Because sometimes people push me over.)

I think I’ll go back to writing once a week because there is really not much in my mundane life. But hey, it my be mundane but it’s my life.

Also, I would like to thank our armed forces for doing what they do. I salut you!

Edited: I also like to mess with trolls every once in a while.

Like this:

Dear Sir,

From what I gathered from your long message is that you are angry and upset, and quite possibly have a learning disability. I just want to say that my heart sincerely goes out to you. First and for most, I want to tell you that your message has no structure and if you want to get your point across you might want to address that issue. The more structured the message, the clearer the message will be.

If you don’t mind, I would like to help you be a better troll. What I would do if I were you would start off by making an outline. It doesn’t have to be too detailed but start off with your main topic. I gather you want to kill me. What a wonderful and board topic!

Now, the first paragraph should be why. Once you have listed the why, list supporting arguments. Remember to refrain from using fallacies and begging the question. You want the supporting argument as tight as your mom’s asshole.

Next what I would list is the how. Now, I from what I read, the how is very impersonal. I simply do not feel that you truly want to kill me. How you can make it more personal is to use my personal fears. As a very neurotic person, I have quite a few. Why don’t you try playing off my fear of drowning or being burned alive? I am also afraid of chainsaws, trains, clowns, eighteen wheelers, mannequins, elevators, chimpanzees, and mimes.

I hope that this email will help you out and you will write me back soon. I look forward to it.

Sincerely, Sunny.

Over 130 views in one day?!

All I can say is that I am shocked to see the numbers of people that read this blog. I originally made it so my long distance pals can see what I am up to but, WOW… I really am surprised at the numbers and I really am grateful for all the kind words and advice people from all walks of life (and even on other parts of the globe!) have given me. Both on my blog and on Ravelry. Thank you so much and I really wish there was some way I could. I’ll think of something I promise.

I have been looking on the bright side as my unemployment has given me quite a bit of time to knit and organize my house. I have also found out things that I really didn’t know about myself. For instance, I am apparently really funny. Some of my friends suggested I make a youtube video showcasing my rather odd dead pan humor and list of bizarre fears. They even suggested I name my comedy routine “In Stitches.” I guess I can do a few side projects until I get an actual job.

Again, thank you so much for your kind words.

Thanks for looking at my blog

I really want to thank everybody that reads my blog and I know that my life is rather dull. I’m kind of an anti-social moth. I have been trying really hard to look on the bright side of things but to be honest, being an adult sucks. Someone once wrote that, “no matter how long you live, the first twenty years of your life will be longest.” I find it funny that when I was a child, I just wanted to grow up but as I have reached my springtime of my adult years, I find nostalgia lurking beneath everything I do. I knit although, as a child I hated it. It’s funny. I have realized that you don’t become an adult, just one day you look around and you realized that you are one. The things that I thought would be fun to do as a child, I now know have consequences. For instant, as a child, I would have loved to eat pudding and junk food every since day and at my first chance of freedom I went ahead with that childish fancy. Only after feeling rather sluggish and having an irritated stomach for a few days, I learned my lesson. Tada! My first lesson as an adult.

Last night I was chatting with my friend, Jake. (You should read his blog!) I said that, “It seems to me that in order for us to march at the beat of our own drum, we must beat our fist to the ground until they bleed.” I find it sad that mainstream society seems more interested in reality shows that feature drunks and self-indulgent fashionistas than artist. Where is this generation’s Dali? This generation’s Picasso? When was the last truly defining novel written? All I see is hype surrounding Twilight. (Which I believe glamorizes an abusive relationship. Seriously, he dismantles her car so she couldn’t see her best friend and admits to her that he has killed before and she blankly replying, “I don’t care.”)

I mean, kids nowadays look up to pop stars and rappers and is that someone they should aspire to be? Somebody that lives the fantasy of a rich thirteen year old that flaunts riches and sings about petty things like money, cars, and drunkenness? If children are the future, than what does it hold? What does it mean for us in the next couple of years? I mean, I have a friend that I quizzed on the max amount of years that a person can hold the presidency and he couldn’t answer that right and he is in his late twenties! (I was quizzing him on the twenty second amendment if you wanted to know and the answer is that if a person was acting president for more than two years under somebody else’s term they could only serve another so therefore, you can serve ten years max. See Lyndon B. Johnson since he served fourteen months of Kennedy’s terms and was elected for another year. He could have ran again after that be declined. I also arguing if somebody that had served two terms as president could return as vice president because technically, there is no stipulation for how many terms a person can serve as vice president. )

The truth is that I am scared. As a child, I looked at life as an open book with many pages for me to write upon, but now, the future looks daunting. I no longer embrace life with the same gusto I had when I was a child. Things are no longer black and white but dingy shades of grey that bleed together.