Crooked Fingers

As I was flipping my good friend Clare off yesterday, she said to me "Marisa, are your fingers crooked?" I, of course, know the answer to that question and the answer is: Yes, they are all pretty crooked. This doesn't really effect me too badly, I can still write and knit and whatever, but it's sort of annoying. They tend to hurt a lot if I've been writing for say, more than a page or two. If people notice them they usually ask if I've broken my finger, but I looked at my baby picture and there I am, in all my crooked fingered glory.

Whatever, I can still knit, and the second I find my stupid camera, there are going to be pictures here of my kick ass zombie dolls. I feel like they are my babies. Clare also had the audacity to call me crafty. I have some strange stigma about that word, probably because my gma is like a Martha Stewart-crafter and I don't like that, but I suppose I have those genes as well as crooked hand genes.

I can't wait to be out of school. Just 35 more class days.