Monair

Materials

Two colours from your stash. I used:
Lemon yellow (pale yellow), sport weight. (A)
Light brown, sport weight. (B)
3.00mm Hook
Yarn needle
Some form of eyes

Head
With A, 6sc in magic loop.
Rnd 1: 2sc into all. (12)
Rnd 2: *Sc 1, 2sc in next st.* Rep. (18)
Rnd 3: *Sc 2, 2sc in next st.* Rep. (24)
Rnd 4: *Sc 3, 2sc in next st.* Rep. (30)
Rnd 5-10: Sc around.
Rnd 11: *Sc 3, sc2tog* Rep. (24)
Rnd 12: *Sc 2, sc2tog* Rep. (18)
Rnd 13: *Sc 1, sc2tog* Rep. (12)
Rnd 14: sc2tog around. (6)
Fasten off and stuff.

Body
With A, 6sc in magic loop.
Rnd 1: 2sc into all. (12)
Rnd 2: *Sc 1, 2sc in next st.* Rep. (18)
Rnd 3: *Sc 2, 2sc in next st.* Rep. (24)
Rnd 4-13: Sc around.
Rnd 14: *Sc 2, sc2tog* Rep. (18)
Rnd 15: *Sc 1, sc2tog* Rep. (12)
Rnd 16: sc2tog around. (6)
Fasten off, leaving a long tail for sewing, and stuff.

Hands and Feet (make 4)
With B, 4sc in magic loop.
Rnd 1: 2sc into all. (8)
Rnd 2: Sc around.
Rnd 3: sc2tog around. Join to first st of next rnd. (4)
Ch 6 then fasten off.

Ears (make 2)
With B, 4sc in magic loop.
Rnd 1: 2sc into all. (8)
Rnd 2: *Sc 1, 2sc in next st.* Rep. (12)
Rnd 3-5: Sc around, join to first st of next rnd.
Fasten off, leaving a long tail for sewing.

Finishing
Sew arms and legs onto the body then attach the head to the body. Take each ear and
fold in half (squish it flat…) and sew to head.

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You may have noticed…I actually have no idea what yarn I used, I just found it in my stash, it took very little of my tiny ball of both colours. And the 3.00mm hook, is Japanese standard, apparently there is a US equivalent of it (US 2 1/2), but if you don’t have it, personally I would just take the closest size I have and fudge along with it. And on top of all of that, this pattern hasn’t been tested, except for the ears (because I forgot what I did to get it and had to make a couple to get the accurate instructions). Approach with caution and enjoy

Bye,
Heidi.

It’s a bit awkward writing this because how exactly do you explain to the internet that your head is currently full of sex cells. Yeah, that didn’t come out quite right. In simpler words, I’m currently studying the reproduction chapter in my – what now looks to be – ginormous textbook.

Tomorrow, I’m hoping to have my head full of electricity and the galaxy. That would mean I’m on track with the studying. You see, there are four units, I’m only on unit two. And the science finals are Monday.

But why – why – am I wasting my time righting on this very, very neglected blog then? Simply for that reason, it is very, very neglected. And I need some distance from my sex cells. (Do you see my lame attempt at humor here? That statement now sounds rather inappropriate. It sounded a lot better before I typed it.)

Catching up… (yes, I am going to keep avoiding studying) It’s been a while since Christmas, but I never really talked about what I got.  First of all I got a Eee Seashell 1005HA … in white.

It’s so pretty! I love my dad for this, it did take a lot of whining to get it though. My biggest argument was that I could use it for NaNoWriMo (got it near the end of November), and the fact that my grandma gave me a lot of money already to buy a laptop. I didn’t end up using it for NaNoWriMo though, my dad didn’t want to buy a laptop bag, so I couldn’t take it anywhere.

Let see… what else did I get? I also got a cow.

Not really. It’s just a stuffed cow … it looks more like this:

And that’s my messy table that I pile stuff on that 2 Percent is sitting on. Yeah… that’s what I named it, 2 Percent. I was thinking along the lines of all those Korean groups with names like 2PM or… 2AM, 2NE1. They all have 2 in it, and it’s a cow, very fitting. My cow is a one man… woman (can cows be male? Males are called bulls right?) show.

I got a bunch of candy cane too…

Oh apparently my aunt just found what I’ve been looking for for a long time:

It’s so hard to find one that actually looks like the Mario hat. Most are them are just baseball caps with M’s stuck on it. Oh another thing that I really, really want is:

Pig Rabbit! It’s adorable, but the official version is $50. $50 dollar for an eleven inch toy?! So I’m hoping to send someone on a mission to Taiwan or China to find a cheaper one. Or better, go back to Taiwan this summer to buy one. My mom is using that as a threat against me though – going back to Taiwan. She says that if I don’t clean my room, I can’t go.

Wow, I stuck a lot of pictures in this post. See how much I don’t want to study? I would rather find random pictures and writing about the stuff I want and don’t want. All the while, people in Haiti are in devastation in Haiti. Aren’t I selfish?

If whoever does read this happens to want to donate, you should try: The HP Alliance. I wish I could do more, but I don’t have any money, or a paypal account, or even a credit card for that matter. They have prizes available though for donators , including set of Harry Potter books signed by J.K.R. herself.

That’s it for me, for today. I will revisit this blog eventually, probably during another time when I’m procrastinating.

Bye,
Heidi.

I haven’t been writing much, and definitely not on this blog for a long time, since NaNoWriMo. That was a subject I could write a ton about as I procrastinated on actually writing for it.

Winter vacation started, a week and a half ago. I’ve been lazying around on my ass all day. I have gotten a lot of knitting done though.

That’s a Scotty’s Hat. Love it Finally a hat that I will actually wear~ I also made another stocking hat.

This one is a bit too heavy to wear, but it is cute. Now I’m making a octopus and DNA model. Going back to knitting now

Bye,
Heidi

I think that is all for tonight, time to get started on my piles on top of piles of homework.

Bye,
Heidi

My entire plot focus has changed in other news. Now it is centered during Oliver and Sora’s adulthood and their marriage. And the pregnancy. The pregnancy is the most important. At the moment, I’ve just outlined the main important scenes to be written. I’ll go back and write fillers later should I ever feel like editing it.

I have limited time to write at the moment, so I’ll update after I -cross my fingers hit 50k.

Bye,
Heidi.

I’m betting it going to change a lot more before the end of this month, but I have at least gotten further than I expected on this. At this point though, I’ll have to write a ton more after NaNoWriMo is done if I actually want to finish this story.

Oh, and I have no idea what I’m writing today. The words get done on paper without really going through my mind…

An excerpt for you:

Oliver felt particularly self conscious this morning, it seemed as though everyone was staring at him. And he noticed some were less than friendly. He rubbed the back of his neck and hurried to his first clas: Magical History. The moment he entered the room, the chattering from the students died down immediately. He had an odd feeling that they were talking about him.

There were a few coughs here and there, but everyone kept their eyes trained on him. He rubbed his neck again and sat down at his desk at the front of the class. Quiet chatter, much less enthusiastic than what he’d walked in to, started again. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand, feeling that everyone still had their eyes on him.

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief when Madame Mannas finally floated into the classroom, as elegant as usual and took the spotlight from him. But today’s class was different, no one was as attentive to the beautiful elven woman as she lectured about the magic of different species.

At the end of the day, he still felt that everyone was staring at him. He kept looking behind him as he walked and walked into someone.

“Watch it, ,” the person spat at him, and shoved him away. Oliver felt himself collide with someone else.

Dean.

Oliver gulped. Dean turned around to look at him in disgust. Oliver try to back away, but the students had formed a circle around him. They pushed him back toward Dean, who had his arm crossed over his chest, his gang surrounding him.

Dean scoffed, “Look, the mutt’s afraid.”

Laughter rang out all around. Oliver clenched his fist, it would be a waste of air to defend himself. He must not get angry, he rememeber the terrified face of Shane Freeman as he was slammed magically into the wall by Oliver. Then he remembered his parents, hurt in the hospital, I’m capable of doing that.

“Hey, boy, is it time to go for a walk?” someone yelled out to him.

Oliver looked around, his eyes wide, trying to find the person who said it.

“Hey fetch!” A textbook flew through the air and hit him in the head.

He stumbled a bit and fell down. He found himself at the feet of Dean. He swallowed hard and looked up at him.

“Look, the mutt’s learn who its master is!” Dean called out. Laughter surrounded Oliver again.

“Hey, werewolf, who did you eat to steal their powers?” someone yelled.

Oliver’s breath shortened and everyone had closed in further on him.

“Answer me,” Dean spat, kicking Oliver in the stomach.

Crumpling to one side, Oliver lay on the ground clutching his mid section tightly. He heard laughing all around him again, then he felt a sharp blow to his back.

“Die, mongrel!” someone screamed at him.

He felt pain all over his body. Then it stopped. There were sounds of protest around him and he suddenly felt a hand pulling him quickly, but gently to his feet. Through squinted eyes he saw the familiar black hair and delicate face of Sora. But she looked different, her face contorted in anger. As she pulled Oliver along with her away from the crowd, several people reached out to hurt her too, someone through another textbook, barely missing her head.

One more thing… my novel is getting to angsty for my liking. I can’t write overly emotional scenes, they sound really stupid in the end. But the thing is, the emotional stuff is a big part of the plot, etc.

Bye,
Heidi.

Today’s excerpt:

He shook his head hard, he’d been focused on listening to the irrationalities of the car rather than think about what had happened.He tuned into her whining and tuned out his thoughts of guilt.

Occasionally, he looked at his mother with a bittersweet expression on his face, amused at the car, but the guilt prevented him from laughing outright.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Ema snorted, “Affections. Hah. Do you think anyone ever tries to give me a hug? No. You know, even a car need love.”

Cecilia rolled her eyes and whispered into Oliver’s ear, “Never renting from the company again.”

Instead of gaining a smile from Oliver, a crestfallen expression was what she received. It set into stone again the fact that Mac, so cheerful and great,was damaged beyond repair – because of him, Oliver rubbed the back of his neck. He tried desperately to distract himself again through Ema.

“Have you ever asked for a hug?” Oliver asked her tonelessly.

Ema was interrupted from her ranting about the inconsideration of people and how the cars always got the short end of the stick. “Excuse me?”

“Have you ever,” Oliver said slower than it was normal, “asked for a hug?”

She snorted. “What would a car do with a hug?”

“You just said you never got one and no one’s ever though to hug a car,” Oliver replied, “they’ll think to if you ask.”

“Like anyone will want to hug a car, don’t be stupid,” she snapped .

Cecilia looked at Oliver and shrugged. Oliver listened now as Ema embarked on a rant about stupid questions. He leaned back in his seat in relief, this would suffice as distraction for the rest of the ride. Half hour later, she stopped smack in the middle of a road.

Slight relief went through Oliver, at least they were on a deserted road not a highway. Like on every other stop, Cecilia used a worn out voice to beg her to stop taking rests and get to their house faster. Oliver shook his head slightly as the same argument that broke out more times than he can remember broke out once again.

Yeah… it’s not great :S

Oh, and I really love the word sprints on Twitter I manage to get almost 3k in less than two hours from that. Final word count for today: 31,177 words.

Bye,
Heidi.

Hitching his backpack higher onto his shoulders, Oliver nodded quickly.

“Mr. Smithson just interrupted my class to tell me you would be late,” he open the door wider, “Get in!”

Oliver flinched and nearly ran into the room. There was only one seat at left at the back of the classroom, he hurried to it. At least it’s far away from him. Although he didn’t even know the teacher’s name, he was already a bit frightened by the man with his big beard and brown suit. A syllabus for the course already waited for him on his table.

If you’re late again, marks will be docked, was written in red across the top of the page. It started to fade away as soon as Oliver finished reading it, but he gulped. Looking up, he immediately met the eyes of the rough looking man that was his teacher. He looked further down the sheet of paper and found the man’s name: Mr. Joy.

How fitting, Oliver thought, sighing.

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Sora waited for him on the steps outside of the Advanced Years of Magic building, tapping her feet impatiently with, her arms crossed over her chest. Finally Oliver emerged, his eyes on the floor and not watching where he was going until he walked right into Sora. He screamed in a muffled tone, grabbing onto her to steady himself.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he repeated over and over.

She rolled her eyes and pushed him off her. Oliver finally looked at her closely, a smile forming when he realized it was her.

“Sora!” he hugged her, “Sorry, my arrows got confused. I said I wanted the front door, it hear third floor for some reason.” He shrugged.

She scoffed, grabbed his arm and dragged him to the same place Mac parked everyday. Sure enough, the blue car was there and honked excitedly at the sight of them.

“Hey kids!” Mac greeted, “Took you long enough!”

“I got lost,” Oliver mutter, rubbing his neck.

“Didn’t you use the arrow thing you were telling me about?” Mac asked as the two of them climbed in.

“Oh, he definitely did,” Sora answered sardonically.

“They misunderstood me,” he said in embarassment.

Mac laughed and pulled away from the curb, “So, where to?”

“Ice cream place,” Sora shrugged.

Randomly chosen today (ie. scrolling up and down and stopping and choosing the first thing I saw). This will just be a flashback or something.

Bye,
Heidi

Word cloud of my NaNo novel thus far. I’ve slacked off again yesterday, going to have to write a bit more to make up for it. I think the biggest problem right now is that I’ve hit a wall, I want to get to the bigger plot points but I keep pushing on with the small scenes. It should be okay soon though, I’m about to come to a pretty big event.

So way am I wasting time typing this? Because I’m a procrastinator. Oh well. At least I write occasionally, I’m completely not studying for the French test tomorrow. So I’m going to fail that. And I already failed my science test, I’m going to need to do a lot to get my overall mark back up to an A.

Well anyways, here’s another excerpt from the NaNo novel:

On the playground, there was only talk about one thing: the upcoming school year.

“I’m going to a school just for witches and warlocks!” A girl climbed onto the top of the monkey bars and stood overlooking everyone.

“Well, I’m going to a school for goblins!” A small goblin boy climbed onto the bars beside her.

“Ew!” the crowd of human children screamed.

“Goblins are yucky!” one little boy yelled up to the goblin.

“Mommy says only witches and warlocks should get to go school!” another little girl yelled.

“That’s not true!” another goblin girl climbed up beside the goblin boy, “We all get to go to school!”

Olly swung slowly on the swing, listening to the arguement. The goblin boy started crying now, he scrambled down from the monkey bars and ran for his mom. The angry gobliness stomped onto the playground now, yelling at the human children. Human parents started for the playground as well, yelling too.

Up and down, up and down, Olly swung his legs. As the swing lifted up, he jumped off and ran back toward his house just down the block from the park. William Brown sat on the porch reading today’s newpaper. He looked up as Olly ran toward the house.

“Hey, buddy, how was the park?” William asked.

Olly looked down at his shoes and shrugged.

“Anything interesting happen?”

Olly walked up the porch stepped and climbed into William’s lap, hiding his face into his dad’s shirt.

“Did the other kids make fun of you?” William’s voice sounded strained.

Olly shook his head. William stroked his son’s head slowly, “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“Fight,” Olly whispered.

“You got in a fight?”

Olly shook his head again, “Other kids and their parents.”

William frowned, “Over what?”

“School.”

That’s pretty much it for today.

Bye,
Heidi.