So, first of all, apologies for the lack of posts AT ALL in the last two or three weeks. Can’t even remember how long it’s been. Anyway, the excuses abound, but the main reason that I’m lacking in the communication department is laziness. I was too lazy to find something about that time to tell you about. I would have blathered on and on about the dinner party, but Miriam already knows all the details, and none of the rest of you are here for any of that.
In other news, I have had tons of altibajos in the last two weeks (love that word… Spanish for “ups and downs”) and there’s probably plenty I could have talked about, but for some reason, whining is less appealing when it’s on the world wide web. There will be continued posting, but the posts will continue to be few and far between as final creep ever-closer. Gross.
Also: HAPPY 50th POST EVERYBODY! I know that’s absurd… but I don’t know of it’s absurd because the number is too high or too low… Whatever. Happy 50th to all of you! And thanks to everyone who’s left a note to tell me what you think! Special gold medal to Mirie, for being the bestest blog-reading friend in the history of bestest friends.
For the last week or so we’ve had an unusual warm spell– 60 degrees almost every day. That’s a rare week in November up here. But last night it rained (quite a bit, actually) and the het broke and now it’s crisp and chilly and we’re all just waiting for the snow to come with the quintessential FWOMP!
Snowman art follows quickly– we’ve got some creative kids, but none quite as good as the iconic Calvin.
If only we got a little more snow...
But it’s pretty cloudy and dreary and the only thing that could make it worse would be rain, and the only thing that could make it worth it would be snow. Guess which one the weatherman is sending our way?
Boo hiss.
I plan to sneak out later and wander campus with my newly battery-ed camera, and see if I can’t make this place just look wintery instead of gloomy.
I don’t want to turn into one of those chicks that only ever talks about the cute boy. I think it’s stupid, because there’s more to life than that. And if that chick ever gets the guy, he’s still all she talks about, and she stops hanging out with her friends and only ever hangs out with him… and then they break up and her whole world shatters. Thanks but no thanks. I’ll wait for the next train.
But seriously… I think I’m at least slightly messed up in that regard. I think about CFB a lot. When I see him, I get butterflies. I know that I talk about him at least once at every meal, and when he talks to me I think about it all day, analyzing it. Mostly trying to make sure that I let him know I like him without flinging myself at him like the girlies in his harem.
WARNING: If you do not want to read what is basically a twelve-year-old’s diary entry, stop here and have a nice day. You do NOT HAVE to read what is below. Not even you, Miriam. I’m only putting this down for my own mental health, in the hopes that I get it out of my head. Feel free to consider this the end of the entry.
But today I can’t stop thinking about him at all. Today in class he complimented my hat (not important, except that I was wearing one and don’t usually) and made me kind of giddy, but then class proceeded as usual from there. We always talk in class, but it’s usually about silly stuff. He mentioned it was his roommate’s birthday and I told him to pass along birthday wishes from me. I complimented his No-Shave-November scruff, and he said he was getting a haircut. Blah blah blah… then later he flirted with me a tiny bit, but that wasn’t unusual. It was after class that I got my surprise.
On a typical day we’ll either leave the classroom together, and then walk to lunch, or one of us will end up leaving first and we don’t walk together. If I leave first, and he’s right behind me, I’ll slow up a little and wait under the pretense of asking about his plans for that night. Obviously that’s a delicate thing, because I don’t want to be sketchy. But today he left first, so I figured that was the last I’d see of him.
When I got to the stairs, I was a few people behind him. I saw him look back up the stairs, looking for something/someone. To be honest, I told myself it was for another girl in class who is a part of the flock of groupies. I did consider that it was for me, but I’m trying to be pragmatic. To my utter and total shock, I got outside and he was standing there, waiting. When I walked over, he fell right in step and asked about my weekend plans. He walked with me to lunch.
I’m so surprised. I did not expect him to do that. He never has before. I always thought he was kind of a passive friend– he let me initiate because I usually did. But we’ve gone to lunch separately a lot recently because I’ve been hesitant… I didn’t want to fling myself at him. But then today he initiated. Which has pretty much boggled my mind. I’ve never seen him seek out one of his harem-girls… this is good news. Very good news.
So that’s my story for today. Also– the eye infection is totally gone, but I have a tiny scar on my cornea. But I can wear contacts again! CELEBRATE!
This morning I totally looked like a hobo off the street. It was hilarious. I don’t know that the physical resemblance was there so much as the lurching, not-drunk-but-asleep swagger along with the bajillion layers of hoodies and quintessential coffee. So maybe hobos don’t drink their coffe with French Vanilla Coffeemate (2 tablespoons) and Splenda (2.5 packets). But still. I was totally hobo-ish.
I love college, mostly because it makes me laugh. I came back from my class and, having skipped breakfast, searched for some form of reasonable sustenance. I found Cheerios! And milk that’s not expired! YAY! Too bad that I had nothing to eat it out of… nor anything to eat with. Dishes are such a hassle. I DID LAUNDRY LAST NIGHT, GOD! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!? IS IT TOOK MUCH TO ASK TO FIND A CLEAN SPOON IN THE DRAWER?!? I ONLY HAVEONE!! But no. I ate my cereal with a measuring spoon. The one-tablespoon spoon. Ad before you ask- yes, it was the one from the coffee creamer. And yes, it still had coffee and creamer in it. Yum.
Today is my one-week checkup with the eye doctor. I get to go in and see if I’m allowed to wear my contacts again, which I *should* be able to do, because the white spot is gone. WHICH IS AMAZINGLY GOOD NEWS. I can’t wait to look human again. I hate my glasses. Plus they’ve been giving me headaches for the last week.
I got a Ravelry account… it’s supposed to help you keep organized So far it’s just adding knitting projects to my list and not helping me finish them… Oy vey. But the other good news is that I’m making progress on the socks!
… because today CFB walked me to lunch! He’s so cute.
I also did a test run for potential hairdos for the Fall Party. Because my friend Cat agreed to do my hair, we had to figure out what we were going to do and if it would work/stay put. It’s staying! We put my short hair up into little baby curls and I pinned it back on the sides. Kinda cute, if I do say so. I’m getting really excited for this dinner… aaahhh!!
Oh, and I don’t know if I managed to mention this, but I thought it should be pointed out– the boy I was dating at my summer job broke up with me just before school started. I think I told Miriam, but I didn’t put it here. So on the off chance that someone has actually been reading this whole time (and keeping track), no I did notmeet CFB until I was once again single. Nor was I rebounding, because I was totally, one-hundred-percent okay with the breakup. Plus, he’s so cute. Not that that has anything to do with it except as motivation to keep after him.
Ahywho, I’m on a high from caffiene, a 1960′s romantic comedy, and lethal amounts of hairspray, so I’m not going to continue blathering. It might be dangerous.
Everyone go watch V for Vendetta, and celebrate Guy Fawkes Day responsibly! (AKA with FIREWORKS!!! What? No fireworks on GF Day in America?!? WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO!?!?!?)
Yeah, that’s time, whooshing past like cars on the highway. Only this time, I’m the dude walking along the side of the road, muttering to himself.
It’s so strange to me– only a month and a week until this semester is over. How did that happen? After that, my high sch college career is 3/8 over… and yes, I really did accidentally type that. Freudian slip, anyone? Ha ha… still. It’s freaking me out. I think my mind is still in high school, and the rest of me is in college. There’s some cognitive dissonance going on here– majorly.
Good news- I finished the scarf. And the project in accounting class that will hopefully help save my grade, but that’s not as important as the scarf!!!
I love it so much I should just marry it. Forget stupid boys.
Seriously, five feet of soft, squishy, woolly goodness is the best thing ever. It’s so warm and comfy… mmmm. Amazing. I still need to block it, so hopefully it’ll get a little longer, but even if it doesn’t it’s a good length. I’m so mad though– it’s freezing cold the whole time I’m knitting the scarf, and as soon as it comes off the needles the weather reverts to September temperatures and scarves are superfluous. I went around yesterday in a t-shirt, for heaven’s sake! A T-SHIRT. IN NOVEMBER. GAH!!!
I also finished up the earwarmer, but E has already claimed it so I will have to wait and creepily Kinnear her while she’s wearing it… mwahahaha. The Skinny Scarf has been frogged– five times. I can’t seem to figure out the right yarn/needles/patience combo. The set I showed you last time was all too small– the scarf was going to end up three feet long and an inch-and-a-half wide. Bad life choice. Then I started over with bigger needles– the yarn was too lightweight. New yarn: wrong color choice. Third yarn: zero patience left for casting on 400 stitches. So I have scrapped that for now in favor of a new pair of socks… yes, SOCKS! HOORAY! I have only knit one pair of socks, because I usually wait until I’m in the mood to knit mindlessly for several days with only minor instant gratification in order to avoid Single Sock Syndrome. I have to cast on the second sock before the first one has been properly celebrated.
That’s not the whole toe of the sock– that won’t happen until I join in the round later today. But it’s already pudging out like it’s supposed to, so you get the idea. I’m really excited for these socks. I can’t decide if I’m going to do them all in stockinette (for speed) or something more complicated (to keep me engaged). Decisions, decisions… and speaking of which, here’s the HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY: Someone wrote “VOTE DR. HORRIBLE ’08″ in sidewalk chalk on the steps in front of HAL (the building where all my classes are). Someone else wrote just below that, on the ground in front of the steps, “CHUCK NORRIS ’08″. Luckily, we’ve managed to retain a sense of humor about the whole thing.
Ok, so forgive the sudden onslaught of knitting posts– this wasn’t intended to be a knitting blog, but it will be for now. With the sudden cold snap that came around this past week, and our first (minimal) snowfall, I am finding myself more often than not with needles in my hands.
I love knitting. I just want to reiterate that. I guess a lot of people find it a strange hobby for a college kid, and even more so when people meet me and then find out that I knit– it tends to throw them for a loop. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that someone “wouldn’t have pegged you for the knitting type.” What, suddenly there’s a type? Regardless, it’s something I’ve grown to absolutely adore over the last year, and it keeps me sane. Repetitive actions like a stockinette hat are great therapy, and the challenge of a new pattern is exciting. There’s something for everyone, and every mood. It’s great stuff.
So I’ve decided to do a Works-in-Progress, Knits-in-Progress, Unfinished Objects post, to let y’all see what I’m up to when I’m not blogging, writing, doing homework, or goofing off with people here. (Forgive the crappy pics– my camera batteries died and I had to take these with my cell.)
Here’s the earwarmer/headband that I was prototyping in the last post. Note that the pop-tops were replaced by paperclips this time… E is really excited for her (belated) birthday present, since I let her pick the colors for the actual gift. I’m pretty excited, because this is turning out really well– it’s soft and warm and looks to be the right size– quite unlike the prototype…
The grey-variegated scarf I’ve been working on for myself for a couple of weeks now. I really love this yarn– it’s soft and fuzzy but very warm, and also pretty darn cheap! I forget what it’s called, but I’ll look it up if anyone wants to know. This is a plain old 2×2 rib, perfect for mindless knitting when I need a study break.
And this crazy pile of yarn is going to be the Skinny Scarf– I just cast on for it last night, and I can’t wait to work on it for real! The combo of linen stitch and working it lengthwise is going to be gorgeous… plus I love these colors. Microspun is such beautiful yarn, even if it does tend to split.
Well that’s what I’ve been up to for the last few days. Sounds like fun, no? And Miriam, I know I promised you that birthday present earlier this year, but it’s most likely going to be in an entirely different form, and arrive disguised as a Hanukkah present… we’ll talk.
Soon I’ll be getting started on my holiday knitting, and then I’ll have KIPs and FOs like crazy to show off to you!! I’m excited! If anyone has any suggestions for what to knit for two pre- and teenaged boys, and a teenaged girl, please let me know! I have more siblings than projects in mind!
Gross.
Whatever. Happy 50th to all of you! And thanks to everyone who’s left a note to tell me what you think! Special gold medal to Mirie, for being the bestest blog-reading friend in the history of bestest friends. 
