April 24, 2003 :: 11:23 p.m.
maybe some faith would do me good
My keyboard is being inexplicably spastic. There's nothing sitting on it, so no keys are being accidentally pressed. And yet the little cursor line is bleeping like mad, keeping a consistent pace for a few blinks and then stuttering in and out of visibility in a most distracting way. It's annoying, yes, but the thing that bugs me is that I don't know why it's happening. Sure, there's a lot of stuff on my desk (including a million used tissues, yum), but things surrounding the keyboard shouldn't make it act like an octogenarian on speed, right? Right?
Argh.
Having finished both my Gryffindor scarf (came out well, but it really is too wide) and a long, skinny red scarf for Amanda (fluffy and fun - I'm making one for myself soon), but not yet ready to move on to the daunting task of knitting a hat for my dad, I am currently working on this most delicious of knitted head coverings. Because I'd rather learn to knit with double-pointed needles on something for myself. Fucking up a gift is way more embarrassing than fucking up something that only you will wear. It's going okay, but seed stitch is a pain in my ass. I don't like to purl. Purling is also a pain in my ass. And since the yarn is BLACK, I can't see a damn thing on the finished rows. I can't even tell if I'm doing it right. Once I get past the seed stitch section, though, it's just stockinette, which is much less daunting. And then I get to learn how to pick up stitches and make i-cords, so hey... I will be learning three new things on this hat alone. Double-pointeds, picking up stitches, and making i-cords. Go me for not being too terribly intimidated even though I don't even know what in the ever-living fuck an i-cord is.
There are pom-PONS (I don't like that, but it's correct) on the ends of the i-cords, too. How cute is this going to be? I don't think I'll ever take it off if I manage to knit it up without going insane.
I have four days of classes left. Just four. Seven actual class periods, one oral presentation, one short paper, and two finals are all that's standing between me and bidding this god-forsaken place a hearty (and final) adieu.
Now I just have to figure out what to do with my sad and sorry self. Will the indecision never end?
(I'd put my money on no. If I had any, that is.)
Sleepy time. I'm exhausted and not feeling a whole lot better than I was this morning. Adam got me actual tissues this evening, though, so the constant nose-blowing has been less painful than it was with paper towels. Avoid dormitory paper towels at all costs. Trust me.
Off to bed, then. 'Night.
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