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.
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.
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.
VETINARI ‘08!
One man. One vote.