Last night I made a journal for myself, using the instructions from this tutorial.



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If anyone else does bookbinding, I was wondering if you have any tips for beginners? Any advice at all would be greatly appreciated. Also, would it be possible to have the covers and the binding be one continuous piece? I'm assuming it's not a big deal, but my boyfriend thinks I should check to make sure I don't end up with a falling-apart mess.

Dear G,

You were supposed to come in at 4:00 yesterday to relieve me from my shift. I started looking for you at around 3:40, as we've been told to come in about ten minutes before the shift starts to make sure we communicate with each other about what needs to be done. When you didn't show up by 4:15, I called you and left a message on your cell phone, then called the Manager on Duty. Thirty minutes and twenty phone calls later, the front desk finally sent someone down to take my place - and you never showed up or called anyone. And, at this point, is it too much to ask that you at least apologize? My email and phone number are on the contact list we all received, so you know how to get in touch with me.

It's possible that I'm taking this a little more personally than I should, since by the time I left I hadn't eaten anything all day but a couple cookies and a glass of juice and I desperately had to use the bathroom, but you know damn well that we're all sleep-deprived and either eating badly or not at all because of our schedules.

I realize that you have a four-month-old baby, and that your schedule is probably all kinds of messed up thanks to the combination of baby and random 4-8-hour shifts, but your SO seems to be dedicated to you and your child, and you've told me that both of your mothers are willing to watch the baby for you. You've known what your schedule is since last weekend, so this shouldn't be a problem of finding last-minute childcare. At this point, I'm actually hoping that this is all just you being an irresponsible jerk, because I honestly don't want anything bad to have happened to you or your family (and if that's the case then I'll be fairly mortified for getting angry about it).

- Sarah

Yay, first post to Dreamwidth! I'll probably just cross-post most of my LJ entries.

I made tapioca this weekend in my rice cooker. It turned out pretty well, although next time I'll be soaking the tapioca pearls in water for a bit first. Most of them were only cooked about halfway through, and only a little bit were fully cooked. The coconut milk worked amazingly, though. This may be my new study snack.

I started my Summer I class today. It's German 500 (Elementary German for Reading Proficiency), and when I signed up for it I didn't realize that it was meant for people who have never taken German - I just thought "Hey, it's a 500-level course, and I need two of those to graduate, so why not get them both done over the summer?" Nick says I should just keep taking it for an easy credit, but I'm bored silly. They're going over 100-level stuff - der/die/das and conjugating verbs and learning how to pronounce umlauts - while the last German class I took involved reading books and plays. The professor says it will get harder when we go into passive and subjunctive voice, but I went over those in 200 and 201, and there's nothing in the book for this class that I don't understand except a word or two I haven't encountered. And speaking of the book, it cost $81 when the books for my major usually cost around $20. I think I spent less on my books for two of my classes last semester than I did on this one book. It's absolutely ridiculous. I'll call Mom tomorrow and see what she thinks of the whole thing. While I wouldn't mind an easy A, I want to actually learn something in class, or else what's the point of paying all that money? I'll be taking German 560 (Studies in German Lit) in the fall anyway, so if I just take another 500-level in the spring I should be all done.

I can't sleep. I have class at 9:00, and I know I should go take a shower and go to bed, but I'm not really tired. Okay, my body's pretty tired, but my brain just seems to want to keep going for a while. I think it might be because Nick left for Egypt today. I know he'll probably be safe - Chris assures me he's in a "resort" area and that the most he'll have to worry about is making too many friends, or something like that - and one month isn't nearly as long as six, but I still miss him. I've gotten so used to seeing him every day that I feel really lonely when I don't get to see him, even if I spend the entire day with friends. He took one of the little frogs that I knitted with him so he has something to focus on when he thinks of me, and left me the little Viking that I got him in Schleswig-Holstein. He said he'd probably email me Tuesday, and call me when he could. I'll probably feel a bit better when I can hear his voice, but still... well, there's not much I can do about it.

Oh man, I just joined Twitter. I couldn't help it - once I saw that Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, the Mythbusters, and Jonathon Coulton are on there, I got kind of excited.

Is anyone else on Twitter? I'm following two IRL friends, one LJ friend, and one Internet friend I've been talking to forever, and the rest are nerd!celebs and webcomic artists. I am also slightly confused - when I added friends from Gmail, it said my stepmom was on Twitter, but if I try to friend her or search for her nothing comes up. I think I'll email her and ask if she's on.

It's annoying, but I can deal with waking before my alarm to an extent. Ten minutes, half an hour - not fun, but not too bad, either.

But THREE HOURS? Dammit, body, why do you have to hate me so much? I gave myself extra time to sleep so I'd be well-rested and so I could fight this cold off, and you have to go and team up with the loud assholes on my floor to keep me from getting a good night's sleep. What the hell? I'm trying to make you better, dammit!

I have an unfortunate tendency to accidentally injure my boyfriend. I move my leg wrong and shove my knee into his crotch. He leans in to kiss me while I'm distracted and I toss my head right into his. He literally walks into my fist and earns himself a blow to the eye (and, in an unfortunate case, the groin). Last night he tried to get into bed and managed to land his throat on my elbow. (That one was kind of my fault, since I was shining a flashlight in his face for a couple seconds and he couldn't really see.) It didn't hit his windpipe, thank goodness, but he was still in quite a bit of pain for a few minutes.

The funny thing is, I feel horrible every time it happens (because, really, as much as I might jokingly threaten violence I really don't want hurt Nick in any way), but he finds it amusing as all hell. Even last night, he was laughing about it while he was wincing at any contact with his neck. I honestly don't know how to react to that sort of situation, so I end up being apologetic and upset while Nick is poking fun at me and nursing his wounds. I can't exactly avoid it, either, since that would require avoiding Nick, so ... yeah. Hopefully I don't do anything that winds up with one or both of us in the hospital.

Meme stolen from Kittie.

Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you.

1. Your Name
Sarah

The name "Sarah" is translated from the Hebrew language. It means "Princess"...and rightly so!
The translation of "Sarah" is "princess"

2. Your Age
21

The age at which one is finally considered human.

3. One of Your Friends
Jimmy

Another word for dick (often confused with jimmy-hat meanin condom)
i slippedd my jimmy in her pussy.

4. What Should You be Doing?
Homework

Homework: (Noun) a punishment given to students by evil teachers after the students have already put in 7 hours of hard labor. (See evil, torture, wrong, cruel, unjust, satan, crap)
my satan teacher gave me crap

5. Favorite Color?
Green

yes... it is most definitely referring to the marijuana... and also, upon occassion, any substance with similar uses. too, properly, of course, it is a golfing term, but that;s really not very much fun, now is it?
'yo, where da green at?'

6. Birthplace
Jackson

It's a twenty dollar bill, not a cock. That's a Johnson you dumb shit.
Me:"A jackson is a twenty dollar bill, not a cock. That's a Johnson you dumb shit."

7. Month you were born
June

The month the hottest people in the world are born.
DAMN! i'm hot i was born in june!

8. Last person you spoke to
Dad

The parent that takes the most shit. Sure, if you had a shitty father, then go ahead and bitch, but not all of us did. Some of us had great fathers, who really loved us, and weren't assholes. Honestly, if you could see how much damage a mother could do to one's self esteem, you wouldn't even place so much blame on "dear old dad"
Dad: "Oh, nice. I spend all my life to raise a family, and buy them a house, and then my wife divorces me, and takes the house that I paid for, and my kids, so she can go off with some other man, and treat my own children like shit. But at least I got a tie for Fathers day, that makes up for everything"

9. Nickname?
Sar

slang- stands for: Sounds About Right
Alston's ancestor, Krupa Minnion Arras, fucked up the last supper- Whoa! What a cunt, SAR!

Damn, the tips of my fingers and the back of my right hand hurt. Velcro is a BITCH to have scraping over your skin, and I keep pricking myself in the fingers just hard enough to draw blood. And I've only just begun my project. Stupid snow yesterday kept me from getting to Micheal's to get the thread I need to keep going. Bah!

Tonight's D&D session ended with our characters feeding fifty baby gnolls bits of giant spider exoskeleton and preparing to take them to a monastery three or four days away because we killed their parents. James is soooo going to regret not being there when Zac tells him what he missed.

Stolen from Kittie and Will.

The first letter of your name... S, biotches!

1. What is your name: Sarah
2. A four Letter Word: Sing
3. A boy's Name: Samuel
4. A girl's Name: Simone
5. An occupation: Salesman
6. A color: Sepia
7. Something you wear: Snood
8. A food: Sammich!
9. Something found in the bathroom: Shower curtain
10. A place: Somalia
11. A reason for being late: Sudden train crash in the living room
12. Something you shout: Sa-weet!
13. A movie title: Seven Samurai
14. Something you drink: Soda
15. A musical group: Sonata Arctica
16. An animal: Snake
17. A street name: South Michigan
18. A type of car: Subaru
19. Something scary: Super jetpack-wearing zombies
20. Ice Cream Flavor: Strawberry