Monotony

So, I haven't been here in a while. I apologize. My life's been a little monotonous lately:
wake up, take a leisurely breakfast, lifeguard, come home, shower, bed

-OR-

wake up, lifeguard, come home, shower, hang with family, bed

All the while knitting.

And knitting.

And knitting.

Please enjoy a movie presentation of what I've been knitting since my last post (all available on my rav page)

Oh, and an Aeolian.

I'm really proud of it. I think the only reason I may go to my step-cousin's wedding in October is so I can wear it in all it's glory.

The End

1. Semester is over. Thank goodness. I survived.

2. Knee socks are done, they work wonderfully.

3. Gloves for Mother's Day done. Felted. Given to Mom. She loves them ridiculously.

4. Done test-knitting new Malabrigo sock yarn. Love it. A little splitty. A little slippery (wood needles are good for this stuff). We'll see how they wear...

5. Made a market bag. Love it. Best. Bag. Ever.

6. I made cookies. Welcome home.

Overwhelmed

So, I was minding my own business, happily going along with the semester, when, all of a sudden, the semester hit me.

It hit me hard.

It all started last Monday, which officially marked the "four weeks left of classes" mark. I went from happily trotting along to drowning (how I went from walking to being under water, we will not discuss). I thought last week was bad, but it turns out this week is worse. Here's the rest of this week's work (take note that it is Tuesday and I was up until 1AM doing work yesterday, having started at 2:30PM):



Not to mention all the other things I have to get done before the end of April.

I have to read these:



Library books, so I have to get them done because I can't take them home with me (only so many renewals my dear...). I have to play this:



OK, it isn't extremely vital that I play this before I go home, but my brother got the corresponding game, HeartGold, at the same time, and is already miles ahead of me. Normally I kick his butt at Pokemon games (and it's the one game I do; I used to own Mario Kart, but we're now even at that...).

Oh, and then there's these:



Socks need to get done before Sunday. I'm not going through another week of boot-rash. I'm about halfway through the calf increases on sock #2, so hopefully, with class-knitting and the LYS, I'll get it done. The other ball of yarn is for some felting stuff I need to get done.

My only compensation for all of this is that, 1) On Saturday I'm going on a coral restoration dive, and, 2) after I get all of this done (as in, everything for the semester), it will be summer, and I'll be home.

Wish me luck.

Voluntarily Bedridden

See the FOs! Revel in their glory! Because I haven't been able to upload pics until recently! For more detailed narratives of each project, see my Ravelry page.

On the note of knee socks, I've finished the first:




and am on the ankle part (pre-calf-increases) of the second part. Not particularly helpful because I really need the socks in the morning, but oh well - I'll have them for next week. Well, that is, if this week isn't as horrid as the last. I think I got a couple inches of knitting in, at most. It took me three days just to get through the cuff and BO of sock #1, I was so busy.

!!!EXCITING NEWS!!!
So, I went to my LYS yesterday, like I always do, every Friday, and while knitting away at above-mentioned knee socks, one of the owners asked if I would like to test knit something. I asked what, because I was under the impression it was a pattern, but it turned out to be yarn. Testing yarn. New, MALABRIGO sock yarn. That, if I decided to test, I would get for free.



Um, yeah. I took the yarn. And was giddy. And happy. And apologizing to the hanks of yarn I was planning on knitting into socks, because this hank immediately shot up to the top of the queue. Oh, and I have to rate it, give comments, feedback, etc. We'll see how it does.

So...

I've come to the conclusion that my roommate has voluntarily made herself bedridden. She lives in the bed. My evidence:

• I am surprised when I come back the room, and the door is locked, because it's never locked when she's in there.
• The huge pile of Special K bar wrappers in the little nook next to her bed. Clearly she can't be bothered to get up and go to the trash can, which brings us to
• the overflowing trash can, which she cannot be bothered to empty.
• The sitting in the room in the dark all day. (OK, I don't really know how this is evidence, but it's weird)
• Always asking me to turn off her light for her (I realize this contradicts my thesis, because she does have to get up to turn the light on, but she also has to get up to go to the bathroom, so maybe she does it then).
• The boxes of granola bars next to her bed, along with drinks, and the ability for her to reach across the small space separating the bed and my loft to reach into the fridge.
• The laptop that's always on the bed, her lap, or the little ledge next to the bed.
• Her towel never moves from the drying rack. Does she not shower?

I'm glad I'm only her roommate for another month. I'm starting to feel Josh's pain (but at least I'm not a gay guy living with a room-bound homophob).