Music Night... Two Months Later...

It went really well. I just wanted to pimp my choir out :D.

This is what Full Choir started out with. O Kaana Kameme is an African piece, which was super super fun to sing. In the beginning, when there aren't as many people singing, those lovelies are Concert Choir. The rest of us just meander on :).

This is the rest of our presentation. It starts off with Blackbird, by the Beatles, then comes to Fields of Gold, by Sting, and ends with another rendition of O Kaana Kameme. The clapping came from the audience! We had nothing to do with it, but it was wonderful. You can't see me, but I'm dancing like a loony for O Kaana. Maybe it's best that you can't :P. I think you can see my arms sticking above the choir, clapping, though.

It was such fun. I loved it.

Eurgh. I can hear every mistake :P. You guys can't, though, and that's what matters!

Abandoned Little Spiderweb

And where is the spider who twists and weaves her life in this star-clad web? Not wanting to post, that's for sure. Thanks for the poke, Maggisen!

School's started again, I'm playing waterpolo and rugby this year. I think it's the violence in the game that attracts me. I can't play soccer anymore. I get bored and start going "Can I tackle someone now? Please?"

I'm also in choir, which may seem odd to you, but I love it. This year, for Music Night (which is THURSDAY! Oh my heavens!), we're singing Fields of Gold, by Sting. It's slower than the example given, though. And it sounds so amazing with the sopranos, altos, and baritones just twining their voices together. And we're doing Blackbird, by the Beatles. It's so different from the "proper" song, though.

I gave NaNoWriMo a shot, with an idea I had about shapeshifters, but I ran out of steam so badly that I'm just letting it simmer for a while before I keep going.

Um... I've actually written next to nothing, except for little phrases that I might adapt into little blurbs. I'll let you know if I actually write something. But for now, adieu.

Erm... Hello...

It's... erm... Been a while.

I'm not going to apologize for neglecting my blog, because that's lying. I'm not sorry. Neener-neener-neener. Nor was I too busy. Through a combination of forgetting passwords, and becoming bored, and not wanting to post... I neglected my blog. But I'm feeding it now. And felt compelled to blog when Lizzie, from Ravlelry gave me my first comment. It made me feel special =). Hi Lizzie!

Not much is new, except my lack of wisdom teeth. I'm fine now, it happened last Tuesday. I'm still puttering along on a bunch of projects. A nice pair of Snowflake Socks, a Chevron scarf, which I've christened Goat, and... That may be it.

To update on rugby, which, uh, ended a while ago, we lost to Woodroffe in the last few minutes of the game. Dale, one of our second rows, was injured, and we all stopped, expecting the ref to blow the whistle on the five line. Haha, needless to say, he did not, and we lost by a try. It was a good game, though, and I ended up playing against my friend Kelsey. We made a pact to tackle the shit out of each other =).

Bu-ut... when I was running to tackle her, someone leaped into my range of vision, and tackled her. She was running to tackle me, and someone else gets me. Damn.

We still made the play-offs, though, and went to Sacredheart for a game. It was rainy, and miserable, and by the end, we were all wet and muddy. Phoebe, I must say, was unreckognizable. She was so muddy and disgusting! I still hugged her, thought =). They were afraid to tackle us, and ended most things by mauling. One girl gave Maddie a wedgie to stop her from tackling the girl who was running with the ball. It was really funny, but don't tell Maddie I said that.

We lost, but it was a damn fine game. Haha, one of the highlights was Dale sitting up from where she'd been tackled as we made our scrum. She showed me her hand, which was absolutely black with mud, and I pointed to my cheek with a grin and said "Right here." It was pretty sexy ; ).

My rugby camp was cancelled this summer, which saddened me. Only four people signed up. I can hardly believe it. And in the process, I was getting a rugby ball. Damn damn damn.

So I've recently started work on a story based on Sleeping Beauty, from Walt Disney. It's about Maleficent, and why she became who she was, what prompted her to do what she did. With any luck, it'll be novel length! I've only written the end, but would any, thus far silent, readers like me to post it here chapter by chapter?

Lost, but Won

Evidently, we lost the game Tuesday, but damn- that was the best game I've ever played. I ran, I hit, I tackled, I was subbed in too many times... I got to start, though, which was new. Game on monday, and if we win, playoffs!

Absences Amounting

I haven't been too happy recently.

We had a game against Notre Dame on Monday, the... 11th. I didn't play first (I never do), and got to watch ND play dirtier, and dirtier. People were bleeding, couldn't breathe, and Maddy now has a splendid bruise around her eye, but I digress.

They eventually had number nine and ten in the Sin Bin, so there's their scrumhalf and their flyhalf gone. I was sent on and didn't play very well because I was scared. Kira's lip was bleeding Christine's head ached, Gigi had been seized by her ponytail and pushed into the ground, and so on.
We lost 12-5, which is two tries and a converted try to a try. F**k.

Our second game was Friday the 15th. We were at Pius X, and our warm-ups were so... bad. We fumbled passes, and did stupid things. Then the game started at 4 when the schedule clearly said 3:30. Nobody told the ref. Who, might I add, was so fussy. Shoulders a high tackle? I mean, the time Cass grabbed the girl by the neck (accidentally!) was high, but shoulders? Gigi and Kathleen were both out. They're twins, and they're tall, so they aim for shoulders and drop to knees. We were playing two short =(.

Our flanker came off, and Kadija, our other flanker, was sitting on the sidelines doing nothing! So I went on as flanker, Caroline came off, so I jumped to props, and Amy became flanker, she who has never played the position before. Come to think of it, neither have I. Anyway, we played well, and lost 7-5. Their eight-man was so predictable. On a back-ten penalty, she'd tap and go, and run by herself, drawing the defenders before passing to the exact same bleeding person.

Then in a line-out, all of the sudden, someone ran through, and grabbed the ball. What the hell? Speaking of lineouts, Dale was gone, so I was lifting Kat, who's shorter, and heavier. I couldn't get her up, so we lost quite a few lineouts.

I played until a few minutes to the end when I was sent a sub. Which I didn't want.

After their try, no one brought water. What happens is, after a try, the kicker gets to try and kick the ball between the upright goalposts, and the other team lounges around their endzone. During this time, we are alloted water.

Which didn't come.

Damn.

I played pretty well, but I feel as though I could have lifted Kat better, and run faster to stop that girl from getting that try.

I did tackle someone, and she swore at me as she fell =P. I just ducked, grabbed her knees, and used her momentum to flop her over. She offloaded, so no rucking for me. I rucked a few times, shoved in a maul...

So there's the game at my school tomorrow, so we have to win. Fingers crossed for me?

Babblety Babble

Babble #1
My first 15-a-side rugby game, on Monday. We played St. Mark's, and won 32-0. If you don't know how rugby works, grab a drink, sit back, and I'll explain a wee bit for ye.
Getting points is called a "try", which you get by touching the ball into the endzone. Five points per try, and two for every time you kick the ball between the goalposts. So we had six tries, and one extra.
I think I played 15 minutes (each half is half an hour in 15s). I went on a wee bit before half-time, and was sent a sub a while after. I took my mouthguard out, and found it foamy, not spitty =S. Apparently, I wasn't hydrated enough.
They kicked to us the second half, and I noticed no one was moving towards the ball. I picked it (I think I yelled "PICK!") and ran with it. Two people tackled me, and I presented to ball to my side, was rucked over, and kept going. But the fancy bit is, that when I got tackled, I bounced. My right side is so sore! And I've only got a little thumbprint of a bruise on my hip-bone.
My next game's at Notre Dame on Tuesday, at 4:45pm. Am quite excited =).

Babble #2
Finished Object: Leonard da Quirm's Sock (the one on the left. His right, but our left)
Pattern: 32 sts, 10 rnds k2, p2 rib, a bit of st st, w and t heel, foot, toe, etc.
Yarn: King Cole Merino Blend DK, Coral : Klutz Knitting Kit, Blue Varigated
Needles: 2.5mm Addi Turbo Lace needles (my left index is so sore D=)

I ran out of yarn for the toe- whoops. It's a bit funny, but ah well, it fits. Ish.

Babble #3
Two in one post, eh?

Finished Object: Dishcloth of Boredom
Pattern: 30 sts, garter stitch
Yarn: Bernat Handcrafter Cotton, Pink
Needles: 5mm, and some crochet hook- J?

Knit until was square, cast off, crocheted border. Am still bored =(.

Babble #4
Who can sing in a cage, with bars so cold, and space so small? Who can lift a voice in song when trapped and enclosed?
Abused, and sketched, who will sing?
Not I.
In response to Pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau. Written in French class, if you must know.

Well, I promised, and promised, and promised...

And finally have something to show for it! Yaay!

Finished Object: Promise Socks, for my mother, whose patience is bordering on saintly
Pattern: The YarnHarlot's Vanilla Sock Recipe
Yarn: Bernat Sox Multi, in Wooded Denim
Needles: 2.5 mm double pointed needles

I did two inches of two-by-two ribbing, and one inch of plain stockinette before I started the heel. After the heels, I knitted until the whole thing measured seven and a half inches from the very back of the heel. And voila! Socks, finally.

Now I just have to make those bleeding Coquette socks for her... *grumble grumble grumble*

In other knitting news, I finished a sock for a stuffed lion of mine named Leonard da Quirm. The name's from Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, by the way. Anyhoo, he had one sock from my two-at-a-time tutorial, and I felt as though he needed a second, totally unmatched sock. Pictures are still in the works. Read: I should be doing homework now, and ought to take a damned picture, but that is much much much less important than homework I left off.