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?