WARNING: I’m going to bitch for approximately 5 minutes. Following this I will reward you with lots of photos.
I am in a foul mood. I have no reason to be, but I hate everyone right now. It think it started with my Psychology class…I hate it. I have a teacher, who is very nice, but talks to us like we are six years old. You know the type…the type where there is no stupid answer (there is, trust me). The one that never stops smiling…the kind I hate. She is also one of those teachers that tries endlessly to milk the answer she’s trying to get to out of the students. Guess after guess come flying from eager-to-please students, but she keeps saying “OK…that could be one, what else?” It’s so aggravating. I want to LEARN. I want YOU to tell me the answer, so that I can take it down in my notebook and LEARN IT. IF WE KNEW THE ANSWER WE WOULDN’T BE IN CLASS.
On top of the teacher driving me batshit, all the grimy, creepy, gross kids keep flocking to me. One wears those huge Hot Topic pants and greases his hair like Bart Simpson and stares at me unabashedly. He opens doors for me and asks me how I’m doing all the time. I don’t answer, I just keep walking. I couldn’t make it any clearer that I don’t want to talk to him, and yet he persists. GET KILLED.
Then we have the TALKER…who rudely cuts off the teacher to comment on EVERYTHING with some nugget from her stupid life. NO ONE CARES.
Then theres the one that INSISTED on sitting 2 inches away from me (hello…personal fucking space!) smelled like a mix of onions, bacon, and BO. He’s the “artist” that wears his Kurt Cobain hair in front of his face because LIFE IS SO CRUEL. I’m sure you’re real deep and shit…but take a fucking bath, grub.
AND CAN WE RESPECT AT LEAST ONE FOOT OF PERSONAL SPACE!?!? Thanks.
Another issue with this class is we have to break into “groups” and “discuss” every single class. I realize that this is done with the best of intentions, but I’m not in college to make friends, nor do I give a shit what TIF-FAN-IE’s gum-snapping opinions on dating are. I think I’m pretty certain of her dating methods already. Can’t we just read the text and have tests? Really? I’m OK with WORK…I prefer it to PLAYTIME WITH THE MUTANTS.
Ok. Deep breath. There is one amazingly cynical girl in my class who I’ve attached to for sanity. The only reason I have not dropped this class yet is because I feel it is my duty not to abandon her.
OK! Pictures! If you read all that, you’re really sweet. You also probably think I am a horrible bitch…I’ve made peace with that.
First! BETTER shots of the CRAFT ROOM. I know you’re all sick of it, but I did it in the sunlight today so the colors are pretty good!
And here is the bag I made last week out of black corduroy and an old shirt I hated. I used a McCall’s pattern with some modifying/bullshitting. It came out pretty well, I love it.
And here’s a few more peeks at the new place! Here’s the living room…still sans a couch.
You can see the DH happily hanging out in front of the PS2 on the video rocker I got him for xmas.
My bedroom is far from presentable (not decorated, etc) but here’s a a couple cool things in it. First, we have a HUGE built-in hutch. We used it to store dvds, vhs, photo albums, jewelry boxes, board games…made for a pretty unsightly cabinet view. SO I dug out some gauzy stuff I bought after Halloween and tacked it inside of the glass doors to mask the clutter a bit. I love it.
And here is the fire escape landing outside my bedroom window where I will have a lovely little herb garden this summer! (Nothing that would block escape of course)
NOW! Onto the knitting! Here’s a WIP update.
I finished a Damn Sock after months of neglect while watching The Illusionist. (Great movie)
And here’s the Jaywalker Sock, which WILL be completed by the end of February as per my pledge to February is for Finishing!
My Baby Kimono…
And here’s a pr0n shot of the yarn I’m using for Fetching.
I’m already dreaming of Spring…who’s already thinking about Sheep and Wool fests, and KIP days, new Knitty, and the beach? Let’s go Spring!
