And you would all be a lot happier if I would just remember that. I just do a lot of knitting. I really like knitting. You may be aware of that. It's kind of my favorite. But, you may remember that I said that I was going to make a quilt over winter break? Obviously that didn't happen (or I would be so proud of myself that you would never be able to shut me up, and also I would be under a quilt all the time), BUT I have once again been reading page upon page of quilting blog and finding it very inspiring. I have to keep reminding myself that it is 100% NOT WORTH buying quilting fabric when I have no sewing machine, no iron, and absolutely no time to learn to hand-sew, not to mention the time I don't have to actually do any sewing. Anyway, the real "but" here is that there are plenty of sewing machines at home, and my mother really loves placemats. And my sister even likes sewing! So, when I go home for spring break, I have concocted a plan under which my sister and I will make my mother a set of placemats and maybe some potholders/trivets to match. I know approximately how large a placemat should be, and I know, intellectually, how to piece a quilt top, and I know, intellectually, the basics of how to put a quilt together. So, it should be not that difficult for us to do this. Provided we both actually still want to do it come March.
Other than that, I'm still planning on making tons of socks in the next while. I have plans upon plans, basically. The ones I'm making right now (that I'm sooo behind on--my sister has now FINISHED a sock), socks for my dad, and socks for my mom. These are the ones I have deadlines for (well, no deadline on the matchy socks, but my dad's birthday is March 18 and my mother's is April 22), and then there are these really cool cabled socks I'm excited to make as my first super cabley project. I've done some other cables, but nothing this complex. I'd link, but I think Ravelry requires membership, so it would be moot.
More updates to follow as I get more into my classes. Probably Tuesday--after I've had all my classes. I did wind up switching to the harder math, because that's just how it's done, and I won't have that until Tuesday. I'm afraid not having been there on the first day is going to fuck me over somehow, but at the same time it can't possibly, right? Right. Obviously. He couldn't possibly require homework from the book that I won't have gotten until probably next Friday, right? Oooobviously. Maybe he'll have a book I could photocopy from or something.
In conclusion, I really hope my class is canceled tomorrow morning because I don't want to go.
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Friday, January 28, 2011
Sunday, November 28, 2010
FUCK I HAVEN'T BLOGGED IN A WEEK
Man fuck this shit. Seriously. I'm a terrible blogger, I'm absolutely terrible at it. I'm not funny, and I never remember to update. So why fucking blog?
Oh, right, you guys. Because every time Kate updates, I feel all guilty for neglecting you, helloblogtime.
Speaking of neglecting things, hey, George, how many words do you still have to write before Tuesday night? Sucker! This is why quitters win.
Anyway... This coming week is going to be full of hell for me, just like it will for everyone else. Unless some of you actually did work over break? Ha. I know, right? The only work I did was knitting a mitten (except half a thumb) and a "cowl" (which does not look like that; it's blue-green and not as wide; also, I usually call it a "neck scarf thingy"; I will tell the knit-nernet that I used that pattern, but really I just used it as a guide for how many stitches to cast on--I didn't even use the size needles it called for, or indeed look at the pattern after casting on, instead opting to knit until the yarn was gone, i.e. I was tired of knitting, so, like 5 hours later, which makes me mildly distressed at how long things take to knit, even though it was a project that took just an afternoon--if one afternoon is about 5 hours of continuous knitting, how many hours will these mittens have eaten, when one took me one day plus two evenings?) and sitting on the couch. Sorry for the huge parenthetical. If I'd been willing to de-parenthesize, it wouldn't have been a huge run-on, but I was not willing to relinquish my parallel parenthetical structure (see it?). Parallel structure is one of my very favorite literary devices.
I also made a pie, but it wasn't very good. Friggin' disappointing recipes. I was supposed to make "caramel," but following the directions only gave me some, like, sugar covered in butter. Which... I mean... The pie tasted fine, you know, totally edible for a sugar+butter+apples+cranberries+pie crust concoction (which are hard to screw up--you can actually make a really tasty pie by taking some apples and cranberries, putting them in a pie crust with a little sugar, and baking it for 40 minutes; pies are tasty and nice and easy to make and eat), it was just really disappointing for having been a lot of work. Also I burned myself! Butter gets really hot, and when you stir it really intensely because you don't want that smokey smell to continue, sometimes it flies out of the pan and you say "ow." So, yeah, disappointing but not terrible. But it was drastically overshadowed by CHEESECAKE. Which my sister makes. I had a slice and a half of pie and a piece of cheesecake and my life was good.
Anyway... Yeah. Now I have blogged. I'll write about all the cancer I'm going to want this week at the time when I actually want it. Ugh.
Also, I have heard to Johnny Cash at Fulsom Prison probably 30 times since I've been home. I should maybe stop leaving it on "repeat" all night while I sleep. I mean, I only know the whole thing almost by heart, you know. Nothing too crazy. Just... I mean. Yes. Too crazy. It's one thing to know all the songs, but to know all the songs plus all the interjections is a little nuts. "Nobody at all ever climbed that wall, but I'm gonna be the first," and then blah blah, eventually, "There's never been a man ever shook this can, but I knew a man who tried: the newspapers called it a jailbreak plan, but I know it was suicide." And then we lead into "Dirty Old Egg-Sucking Dog," with a cute little thing about how it's a love song, Johnny Cash is such a... Seriously. Crazy. Me. Yes. Totally.
Goodnight. (Also did I mention my sleep schedule is TOTALLY FUCKED FOREVER?)
Oh, right, you guys. Because every time Kate updates, I feel all guilty for neglecting you, helloblogtime.
Speaking of neglecting things, hey, George, how many words do you still have to write before Tuesday night? Sucker! This is why quitters win.
Anyway... This coming week is going to be full of hell for me, just like it will for everyone else. Unless some of you actually did work over break? Ha. I know, right? The only work I did was knitting a mitten (except half a thumb) and a "cowl" (which does not look like that; it's blue-green and not as wide; also, I usually call it a "neck scarf thingy"; I will tell the knit-nernet that I used that pattern, but really I just used it as a guide for how many stitches to cast on--I didn't even use the size needles it called for, or indeed look at the pattern after casting on, instead opting to knit until the yarn was gone, i.e. I was tired of knitting, so, like 5 hours later, which makes me mildly distressed at how long things take to knit, even though it was a project that took just an afternoon--if one afternoon is about 5 hours of continuous knitting, how many hours will these mittens have eaten, when one took me one day plus two evenings?) and sitting on the couch. Sorry for the huge parenthetical. If I'd been willing to de-parenthesize, it wouldn't have been a huge run-on, but I was not willing to relinquish my parallel parenthetical structure (see it?). Parallel structure is one of my very favorite literary devices.
I also made a pie, but it wasn't very good. Friggin' disappointing recipes. I was supposed to make "caramel," but following the directions only gave me some, like, sugar covered in butter. Which... I mean... The pie tasted fine, you know, totally edible for a sugar+butter+apples+cranberries+pie crust concoction (which are hard to screw up--you can actually make a really tasty pie by taking some apples and cranberries, putting them in a pie crust with a little sugar, and baking it for 40 minutes; pies are tasty and nice and easy to make and eat), it was just really disappointing for having been a lot of work. Also I burned myself! Butter gets really hot, and when you stir it really intensely because you don't want that smokey smell to continue, sometimes it flies out of the pan and you say "ow." So, yeah, disappointing but not terrible. But it was drastically overshadowed by CHEESECAKE. Which my sister makes. I had a slice and a half of pie and a piece of cheesecake and my life was good.
Anyway... Yeah. Now I have blogged. I'll write about all the cancer I'm going to want this week at the time when I actually want it. Ugh.
Also, I have heard to Johnny Cash at Fulsom Prison probably 30 times since I've been home. I should maybe stop leaving it on "repeat" all night while I sleep. I mean, I only know the whole thing almost by heart, you know. Nothing too crazy. Just... I mean. Yes. Too crazy. It's one thing to know all the songs, but to know all the songs plus all the interjections is a little nuts. "Nobody at all ever climbed that wall, but I'm gonna be the first," and then blah blah, eventually, "There's never been a man ever shook this can, but I knew a man who tried: the newspapers called it a jailbreak plan, but I know it was suicide." And then we lead into "Dirty Old Egg-Sucking Dog," with a cute little thing about how it's a love song, Johnny Cash is such a... Seriously. Crazy. Me. Yes. Totally.
Goodnight. (Also did I mention my sleep schedule is TOTALLY FUCKED FOREVER?)
Monday, November 22, 2010
HELLO BLOG TIME IT'S BEEN A WHILE
Yeah, I know it's been a while. I'm a terrible blogger.
I finished my sock. I have not cast on for the second one. I'm waiting on yarn so I can cast on simultaneously for the first of a really cute pair of mittens and the second sock. I'm not really sure how I like the pattern of the socks, as in the way they fit, but I made the whole first one, and it's pretty and comfortable and I have way too many (i.e. one) half-finished pairs of socks anyway. So that's that. I have to decide what I'll take to KNIT NIGHT ON WEDNESDAY WOOO if my mitten yarn doesn't come tomorrow, which it probably won't. I guess I'll just take my color-changing shawl that I'm STILL working on, or I guess I could cast on for that second sock. Whatever. I'll take the shawl because I don't have to pay too much attention to it, and because the lady who puts together the yarn will be there and she's really nice and so she should get to see that I'm making something great out of her yarn. I just have to be careful to take THIS shawl and NOT that other skein (rhymes with "vein") of yarn that I want to knit something out of. NO. BAD GEORGE. DON'T CAST ON FOR THINGS YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO KNIT.
Right now I am listening to an album that I downloaded for the hell of it because I had heard one song from it and liked it a lot. It is called Elephant Eyelash and it is by a band called Why? who is described as "indie rock and alternative hip-hop," which I find to be an interesting description because I keep on having no idea who in their right mind would describe this as hip-hop. It's really gentle music, exactly the sort of thing that attracts me. I had forgotten I had it until I was putting Randall's Love List in iTunes and it was the up-until-now most-recently-added album, so that's that. I like having a big iTunes library because that means there is a lot to choose from, but it also means that I have to try to keep up with which things I have and which things I like. It is a problem for me sometimes.
Anyway... I am going to fuck up George Liscinsky and Sean Moss, both of whom have gotten it into their heads to poke me on Facebook. (Actually, it occurs to me that maybe it's not good to link to the Facebook of people on the General Internet? I hope Sean does not get raped because of my link. But AS OF RIGHT NOW, nobody who is a rapist AS OF RIGHT NOW reads my blog, so he should be fine. He might come here to George Mason! Wouldn't that be exciting.) Those dicks.
The last test I talked about on here was my Physics test. That happened last Friday, and it went okay. I'm glad I studied the way I did, because it was a lot more helpful for me than previous methods of studying for that class have been. Basically, instead of frantically doing problems until I burst into tears because I JUST CAN'T DO IT, I found where he had posted the formula sheet for this test, and I studied that. Not like I tried to memorize all the formulas that he was going to GIVE US, that's stupid. But I tried to memorize which formulas went with what. After all, if my main problem is that when I look at a problem, I frequently have just no idea what sort of equation I'm supposed to be looking for. So if he gives us all the formulas we're going to need on the test, then all I need to do is be able to remember a little bit of theory and then find the equation for what I'm trying to do. Like, this equation is for the magnetic field inside a solenoid (which is basically a cylinder made of spirals of wire that current goes through), so when I get to the problem with the solenoid with N turns and length L and current I and blah blah, I know what equation I need to get the data to look like. I can use Ohm's law and I can blah blah you guys don't care about Physics. And, honestly? Neither do I. This kind of Physics sucks. It's all electricity and circuits and crap. It's not fun at all. We're all done with DC current and now we're on AC current, which means we have to go back to all the wave stuff that I didn't learn at the beginning of the semester. I got a 98% on that test, though, so I guess I did something right.
Anyway, now I have to wait until next fucking week to get my stupid test back, even though I wanted it really really hard today. I want to know how I did. I'm guessing a B, maybe an 80% of the material? Then he might curve it, although I'm not sure it'll be as absurd as test 2, which was so fucking hard he had to curve it 10 points. I got a 61%, which became a 71%, and then he uses a super-lenient grading scale, so my 61% of the material was a (low) B (but a B nonetheless). So, yeah. I'm hoping for around 80% of the material, and for that to be a medium-high B.
Man, this album is cheerful and depressing and gentle. I like it a lot. There's a song that's basically like, "if I ever get the balls to kill myself, I don't want anyone to come to my funeral." So that's mildly upsetting. But there's a lot of the word "elephant" throughout the album, I WONDER WHY. (For those who hate scrolling and rereading, the CD is called Elephant Eyelash.)
Oh, right, I was going to talk about the test I took today. Today's test was depressing not because I think I did poorly, but because I know I did well. I honestly think this was the last easy, fun test I will ever take. But oh MAN was it fun! I always talk about how this class is stupid review that's a fucking waste of my time, and it is, but it's worth it for tests like this. Of which there have been, and only will be, two. So now it's back to wasting my time.
But, yeah, the test was really fun. I don't know if any of you guys have ever thought of tests as "fun," but what I mean by that is that it was all full of basic math--remembering that Force Equals Mass Times Acceleration, and Momentum Equals Mass Times Velocity, and Work Equals Force Dot (or, for people like EVERYONE IN MY CLASS who don't know anything about vectors, Times) Distance. And I think that was all? We also had to know things like There Are 100 Centimeters In A Meter, but we did NOT need to know There are 2.54 Centimeters In An Inch, which was given. And so I got to use scratch paper and do everything out properly. Oh, it was so fun. I love that pencil-on-paper math feeling, I love writing things down even though I'm just going to plug them into Mr Graphs anyway and I don't really need to... I love 0.7mm mechanical pencils; 0.5mm just doesn't cut it--breaks too easily.
So, yeah. That's that. I think I'm done blogging.
I finished my sock. I have not cast on for the second one. I'm waiting on yarn so I can cast on simultaneously for the first of a really cute pair of mittens and the second sock. I'm not really sure how I like the pattern of the socks, as in the way they fit, but I made the whole first one, and it's pretty and comfortable and I have way too many (i.e. one) half-finished pairs of socks anyway. So that's that. I have to decide what I'll take to KNIT NIGHT ON WEDNESDAY WOOO if my mitten yarn doesn't come tomorrow, which it probably won't. I guess I'll just take my color-changing shawl that I'm STILL working on, or I guess I could cast on for that second sock. Whatever. I'll take the shawl because I don't have to pay too much attention to it, and because the lady who puts together the yarn will be there and she's really nice and so she should get to see that I'm making something great out of her yarn. I just have to be careful to take THIS shawl and NOT that other skein (rhymes with "vein") of yarn that I want to knit something out of. NO. BAD GEORGE. DON'T CAST ON FOR THINGS YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO KNIT.
Right now I am listening to an album that I downloaded for the hell of it because I had heard one song from it and liked it a lot. It is called Elephant Eyelash and it is by a band called Why? who is described as "indie rock and alternative hip-hop," which I find to be an interesting description because I keep on having no idea who in their right mind would describe this as hip-hop. It's really gentle music, exactly the sort of thing that attracts me. I had forgotten I had it until I was putting Randall's Love List in iTunes and it was the up-until-now most-recently-added album, so that's that. I like having a big iTunes library because that means there is a lot to choose from, but it also means that I have to try to keep up with which things I have and which things I like. It is a problem for me sometimes.
Anyway... I am going to fuck up George Liscinsky and Sean Moss, both of whom have gotten it into their heads to poke me on Facebook. (Actually, it occurs to me that maybe it's not good to link to the Facebook of people on the General Internet? I hope Sean does not get raped because of my link. But AS OF RIGHT NOW, nobody who is a rapist AS OF RIGHT NOW reads my blog, so he should be fine. He might come here to George Mason! Wouldn't that be exciting.) Those dicks.
The last test I talked about on here was my Physics test. That happened last Friday, and it went okay. I'm glad I studied the way I did, because it was a lot more helpful for me than previous methods of studying for that class have been. Basically, instead of frantically doing problems until I burst into tears because I JUST CAN'T DO IT, I found where he had posted the formula sheet for this test, and I studied that. Not like I tried to memorize all the formulas that he was going to GIVE US, that's stupid. But I tried to memorize which formulas went with what. After all, if my main problem is that when I look at a problem, I frequently have just no idea what sort of equation I'm supposed to be looking for. So if he gives us all the formulas we're going to need on the test, then all I need to do is be able to remember a little bit of theory and then find the equation for what I'm trying to do. Like, this equation is for the magnetic field inside a solenoid (which is basically a cylinder made of spirals of wire that current goes through), so when I get to the problem with the solenoid with N turns and length L and current I and blah blah, I know what equation I need to get the data to look like. I can use Ohm's law and I can blah blah you guys don't care about Physics. And, honestly? Neither do I. This kind of Physics sucks. It's all electricity and circuits and crap. It's not fun at all. We're all done with DC current and now we're on AC current, which means we have to go back to all the wave stuff that I didn't learn at the beginning of the semester. I got a 98% on that test, though, so I guess I did something right.
Anyway, now I have to wait until next fucking week to get my stupid test back, even though I wanted it really really hard today. I want to know how I did. I'm guessing a B, maybe an 80% of the material? Then he might curve it, although I'm not sure it'll be as absurd as test 2, which was so fucking hard he had to curve it 10 points. I got a 61%, which became a 71%, and then he uses a super-lenient grading scale, so my 61% of the material was a (low) B (but a B nonetheless). So, yeah. I'm hoping for around 80% of the material, and for that to be a medium-high B.
Man, this album is cheerful and depressing and gentle. I like it a lot. There's a song that's basically like, "if I ever get the balls to kill myself, I don't want anyone to come to my funeral." So that's mildly upsetting. But there's a lot of the word "elephant" throughout the album, I WONDER WHY. (For those who hate scrolling and rereading, the CD is called Elephant Eyelash.)
Oh, right, I was going to talk about the test I took today. Today's test was depressing not because I think I did poorly, but because I know I did well. I honestly think this was the last easy, fun test I will ever take. But oh MAN was it fun! I always talk about how this class is stupid review that's a fucking waste of my time, and it is, but it's worth it for tests like this. Of which there have been, and only will be, two. So now it's back to wasting my time.
But, yeah, the test was really fun. I don't know if any of you guys have ever thought of tests as "fun," but what I mean by that is that it was all full of basic math--remembering that Force Equals Mass Times Acceleration, and Momentum Equals Mass Times Velocity, and Work Equals Force Dot (or, for people like EVERYONE IN MY CLASS who don't know anything about vectors, Times) Distance. And I think that was all? We also had to know things like There Are 100 Centimeters In A Meter, but we did NOT need to know There are 2.54 Centimeters In An Inch, which was given. And so I got to use scratch paper and do everything out properly. Oh, it was so fun. I love that pencil-on-paper math feeling, I love writing things down even though I'm just going to plug them into Mr Graphs anyway and I don't really need to... I love 0.7mm mechanical pencils; 0.5mm just doesn't cut it--breaks too easily.
So, yeah. That's that. I think I'm done blogging.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
I FUCKING HATE PHYSICS LAB
Actually, this week I pretty much just hate Physics in general. Fucking fuck fuck. I just remembered that I have Physics homework due tomorrow morning (i.e. tonight) EVEN THOUGH there's a test on Friday. Fucking dick dick dick dick dick. I don't understand why he gives us homework on test weeks. Why why why why why fucking why it is just not nice at all. Not reasonable. Fuck. If I'd remembered I needed to do this I would not have spent three hours knitting. Shitbags.
Anyway, three hours knitting was pretty well spent. I still have a fair bit left to do on this sock, but probably just one evening's worth. Or so. Maybe a bit more. I have to finish up a little bit of sole and then the toe. Although toes take so much longer than I always think they will, so it might be two evening's worth. But I'll finish it eventually. And then I guess I'll cast on for the other one, but I also just bought yarn for some very cute mittens that I really really want to make. And a scarf thingy, but I don't have yarn for it. I might buy some over Thanksgiving; I know the yarn store at home has the yarn I want for the pattern I want. Which would be a very very easy thing to knit, and a wonderful change from the tiny tiny needles I use for socks.
So, yeah, blog post got totally derailed by not wanting to do homework. I never want to do fucking homework. Tomorrow I guess I'll be busy, though. Whatever. Tomorrow I will insist on eating cake and soda. Yes... Tomorrow.
Anyway, three hours knitting was pretty well spent. I still have a fair bit left to do on this sock, but probably just one evening's worth. Or so. Maybe a bit more. I have to finish up a little bit of sole and then the toe. Although toes take so much longer than I always think they will, so it might be two evening's worth. But I'll finish it eventually. And then I guess I'll cast on for the other one, but I also just bought yarn for some very cute mittens that I really really want to make. And a scarf thingy, but I don't have yarn for it. I might buy some over Thanksgiving; I know the yarn store at home has the yarn I want for the pattern I want. Which would be a very very easy thing to knit, and a wonderful change from the tiny tiny needles I use for socks.
So, yeah, blog post got totally derailed by not wanting to do homework. I never want to do fucking homework. Tomorrow I guess I'll be busy, though. Whatever. Tomorrow I will insist on eating cake and soda. Yes... Tomorrow.
Monday, November 15, 2010
BLOGGING FROM CLASS: I DO THIS A LOT
Oh, Monday, how I thought you were Tuesday... Seriously, I've been a bit confused all day. That is probably because I have never skipped Physics on a Monday before. That probably wasn't the best of ideas, but it's okay. I have a Physics test Friday, and so why bother filling up my head with things that won't be on the test? Right-o. That's pretty logical, obviously.
Anyway... I hate this class. For like three weeks, we've been sitting here "studying" statics, which is a waste of my damn life since I've already studied Physics. For you non-scientists, a static system is one in which nothing is moving. \sigma F_x = 0; \sigma F_y = 0; \sigma M_n = 0. \sigma means the sum of; F_x is the force in the X-direction; F_y is the force in the Y-direction; M_n is the moment, which I believe is the force times the distance (between the force and the point at which you're measuring the moment) although I'm a little fuzzy on that and honestly it's pretty easy to deal with static systems by looking at just the forces.
Today I spent a lot of time asleep, and then a lot of time deciding if I should knit a pair of colorful, adorable mittens. I like mittens, and by "like mittens" I mean "have never liked mittens, but would like to because then I could knit all the cutest mittens and it would be great." I think I will knit them, even if I have to buy $25 of yarn/needles for them because they're a bunch of colors.
I am using my laptop to keep myself from being absolutely freezing right now.
That was all from before 6:00! Now it is 10:00, and I am writing more blog post.
I gave blood today because I am obviously a good person who occasionally lies about whether or not they've had sex with dudes who've had sex with dudes (not Hunter, in case you were wondering). It's not my fault if it's a stupid rule that excludes people who've had PROTECTED sex with people who've had PROTECTED sex. Jesus Christ. Anyway, that was fun, although it hurt more than I remembered it hurting, which is too bad. It wasn't excruciating or anything, and I bleed pretty quickly (so it was only like 10 or maybe 15 minutes with the needle in my arm), and blah blah.
On the other hand, my head hurts and I'm a little bit sick to my stomach now. So that's too bad. It's irritating that I'm woozy EVEN THOUGH I did what they told me to and Hunter was even so sweet as to buy me a juice and wait for me. Even though it took about ten years longer than I thought it would. I thought since they told me to make a damn appointment for 8:15 I would actually give blood around 8:15? Instead, I sat and waited foreeever, until 9, and even after that it was a while before the phlebotomist started juicing me. (...what, isn't that what everyone calls it?)
Anyway, yeah, mittens! I'm excited for them.
Anyway... I hate this class. For like three weeks, we've been sitting here "studying" statics, which is a waste of my damn life since I've already studied Physics. For you non-scientists, a static system is one in which nothing is moving. \sigma F_x = 0; \sigma F_y = 0; \sigma M_n = 0. \sigma means the sum of; F_x is the force in the X-direction; F_y is the force in the Y-direction; M_n is the moment, which I believe is the force times the distance (between the force and the point at which you're measuring the moment) although I'm a little fuzzy on that and honestly it's pretty easy to deal with static systems by looking at just the forces.
Today I spent a lot of time asleep, and then a lot of time deciding if I should knit a pair of colorful, adorable mittens. I like mittens, and by "like mittens" I mean "have never liked mittens, but would like to because then I could knit all the cutest mittens and it would be great." I think I will knit them, even if I have to buy $25 of yarn/needles for them because they're a bunch of colors.
I am using my laptop to keep myself from being absolutely freezing right now.
That was all from before 6:00! Now it is 10:00, and I am writing more blog post.
I gave blood today because I am obviously a good person who occasionally lies about whether or not they've had sex with dudes who've had sex with dudes (not Hunter, in case you were wondering). It's not my fault if it's a stupid rule that excludes people who've had PROTECTED sex with people who've had PROTECTED sex. Jesus Christ. Anyway, that was fun, although it hurt more than I remembered it hurting, which is too bad. It wasn't excruciating or anything, and I bleed pretty quickly (so it was only like 10 or maybe 15 minutes with the needle in my arm), and blah blah.
On the other hand, my head hurts and I'm a little bit sick to my stomach now. So that's too bad. It's irritating that I'm woozy EVEN THOUGH I did what they told me to and Hunter was even so sweet as to buy me a juice and wait for me. Even though it took about ten years longer than I thought it would. I thought since they told me to make a damn appointment for 8:15 I would actually give blood around 8:15? Instead, I sat and waited foreeever, until 9, and even after that it was a while before the phlebotomist started juicing me. (...what, isn't that what everyone calls it?)
Anyway, yeah, mittens! I'm excited for them.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I'M STILL TRAPPED IN CUTE-N-TINY.COM
I have read 51 pages of it. I can't get myself to just close the friggin' window. Ohgodpandabreadnooooooooo!
Okay, distracted. Temporarily. Because I have super-completed (that is, blocked -- if you want to know how cool blocking really is, click the little link to "Cross your legs" and see what that shawl looked like before blocking, because it really is pretty neat-o -- basically you get your knit wool thing wet, stretch it out until it looks like what you want it to look like, pin it down, leave it to dry, and when you come back and un-pin it, it stays that way!) the blue triangle I was working on a long time ago. It's not really a triangle, and it's not really blue (more navy/dark green/purple), and I have worn it as a scarf before, and it really is quite nice and fuzzy and now it's very light-feeling. I should have made it more curvy, like a crescent shape, because that would work better for a scarf of this nature, but it's nice and I like it regardless. I still have some other knitting to do, such as those socks I've been ignoring, the other blue triangle (actually a triangle, but green-changing-to-blue) I've also been ignoring, and everything else I want to make. Like a sweater. A particular sweater. A sweater which I can picture in my head...but will probably never knit. I don't really wear sweaters. (It would be very dark grey and it would have this zig-zaggy pattern in the yoke and it would be great and I don't really want to just knit knit knit knit knit a sweater for ages and ages and aaages. But I might. Because I really want this sweater. I've wanted it for months. Similar to this, but not exactly. Actually not that similar. But kind of similar.)
Enough knitting. Class time. Must walk. More post later.
Okay, distracted. Temporarily. Because I have super-completed (that is, blocked -- if you want to know how cool blocking really is, click the little link to "Cross your legs" and see what that shawl looked like before blocking, because it really is pretty neat-o -- basically you get your knit wool thing wet, stretch it out until it looks like what you want it to look like, pin it down, leave it to dry, and when you come back and un-pin it, it stays that way!) the blue triangle I was working on a long time ago. It's not really a triangle, and it's not really blue (more navy/dark green/purple), and I have worn it as a scarf before, and it really is quite nice and fuzzy and now it's very light-feeling. I should have made it more curvy, like a crescent shape, because that would work better for a scarf of this nature, but it's nice and I like it regardless. I still have some other knitting to do, such as those socks I've been ignoring, the other blue triangle (actually a triangle, but green-changing-to-blue) I've also been ignoring, and everything else I want to make. Like a sweater. A particular sweater. A sweater which I can picture in my head...but will probably never knit. I don't really wear sweaters. (It would be very dark grey and it would have this zig-zaggy pattern in the yoke and it would be great and I don't really want to just knit knit knit knit knit a sweater for ages and ages and aaages. But I might. Because I really want this sweater. I've wanted it for months. Similar to this, but not exactly. Actually not that similar. But kind of similar.)
Enough knitting. Class time. Must walk. More post later.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
MOAR WRITING
Today I can do something I have not been able to do for a couple of days: knit. I like knitting. I do not like when my knitting gets all fucked up and I have to rip it out and pretend like it never happened. Whatever. I really like socks. Hand-knit socks. Socks are great. So, yeah, that's nice. I get to come just a small amount closer to having another pair of socks.
Anyway, so, yeah, I got that paper finished with minimal crying, and I got my Calculus test done with minimal slapping of my own face (to keep myself awake!). Although I'm a little upset about the quality of my essay (oh god it's awful), I'm enthusiastic about the Calculus test. As I told Kristina earlier, if I get less than a 90, I'm going to be fucking outraged, because I did GREAT.
So, yeah, time to bring my word count up to approximately the right place for today, since I don't have any homework to get done today. Or maybe actually I'm going to watch an episode of House and knit a few rows of sock. I think I'm going with the second one, because I want my sock to get closer to completion and am totally burned out on writing from last night.
I've had 3 hours of sleep, and I accidentally missed a class this afternoon because I did not wake up for any of my three alarms. Ugh. That class takes attendance, too. But it's okay because I otherwise am doing great in the class.
Did I mention to anyone that I'm planning on trying to make a quilt over winter break? It sounds a little crazy, but that's just because I'm a little crazy. I don't really know why I'm mentioning it now, except that, uhhh... I don't know. I swear there was a thought process here.
Deja vu!
I'm hungry. George needs to get his ass out of his stupid late class. Fuuuck.
Anyway, so, yeah, I got that paper finished with minimal crying, and I got my Calculus test done with minimal slapping of my own face (to keep myself awake!). Although I'm a little upset about the quality of my essay (oh god it's awful), I'm enthusiastic about the Calculus test. As I told Kristina earlier, if I get less than a 90, I'm going to be fucking outraged, because I did GREAT.
So, yeah, time to bring my word count up to approximately the right place for today, since I don't have any homework to get done today. Or maybe actually I'm going to watch an episode of House and knit a few rows of sock. I think I'm going with the second one, because I want my sock to get closer to completion and am totally burned out on writing from last night.
I've had 3 hours of sleep, and I accidentally missed a class this afternoon because I did not wake up for any of my three alarms. Ugh. That class takes attendance, too. But it's okay because I otherwise am doing great in the class.
Did I mention to anyone that I'm planning on trying to make a quilt over winter break? It sounds a little crazy, but that's just because I'm a little crazy. I don't really know why I'm mentioning it now, except that, uhhh... I don't know. I swear there was a thought process here.
Deja vu!
I'm hungry. George needs to get his ass out of his stupid late class. Fuuuck.
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