Being home means my sister pesters me every night for help on her homework. It's quite annoying, especially when she interrupts me in the middle of something vital, like knitting or taking my Pokemon on repetitive journeys to level up. She had to come up with a bunch of sentences with adjective clauses, all in a paragraph describing an ideal vacation spot. She's never been to Hawaii, so of course she decided to write about it. She kept bugging me to come up with sentences for her, and she didn't take the multiple hints that I wanted her to leave me alone (such as, "My sister, who wouldn't go swimming with me, stabbed me with her knitting needles because I wouldn't shut up."). But after she finally left, I was in a Hawaiian mood and had to listen to the Lilo and Stitch soundtrack. I haven't seen the movie in its entirety in several months, and I feel like I need to, but I must watch it alone (for reasons I will not disclose in a public entry). I need to get that DVD so I can watch it whenever, not just watch the "family copy" at home.
My mom and I went out to lunch today, then to a knitting store. I've been learning to knit lately, but every time I screw up, I end up ripping out all the stitches and starting over. So it's taken me a while to get this scarf running, and I'm actually figuring out how to go back and fix mistakes instead of getting frustrated and starting over. The thing is, who do I give the scarf to? I can't stand having anything touch my neck, so I won't wear it... well, I'll figure that out once I finish it. It's wool and a dark charcoal color.
And now, because it's very me, a poem by A. A. Milne from the book Now We Are Six.
When I was One, I had just begun.
When I was Two, I was nearly new.
When I was Three, I was hardly Me.
When I was Four, I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever. So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.