Movable Type 3.2
April 29, 2005
But for now... a revelation I had on the way home.
When knitting seems to be too stressful or painful or I just don't feel like it, this is a sign that THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG IN MY LIFE.
April 27, 2005
Reasons to Look Forward to Class Tonight
1. Stopping for a fountain Diet Coke with a flavor shot (please let them have chocolate please let them have chocolate) on the way.
2. Listening to the radio and continuing to construct imaginary iPod playlists in my head. (I'm getting an iPod!)
3. Reading and knitting time on the T. (Yes, I brought my knitting today. I do learn from my mistakes occasionally.)
4. Having my allergies be suddenly better when I drive into Boston. (Apparently they prefer pollution to nature. This makes me sad.)
5. Going to a student group meeting before class: more knitting time, and free pizza.
6. Handing in my final written assignment of the semester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Note that "sitting through class" did not make the list.)
Posted by Kat at 12:42 PM
April 26, 2005
What was I thinking?
I did something very foolish today.
As a reward for finishing the paper due tonight (let's not talk about the one due tomorrow, eh?), I brought Stephanie's book to read on the T, which is like the subway for you non-Boston people. (No, this was not the foolish thing. Of course not.) Now, the book made delightful T reading--nice little snippets, so no getting annoyed at having to stop in the middle of the chapter to do something silly like change trains. Plus I want to finish it before I meet her (!!!) on Friday.
Now, here's the foolish thing: I didn't bring any knitting with me. I know. How could I be so stupid? I had thought about throwing some in my bag this morning, but then thought, "Why?" (That I even thought that is a testament to how ill and sleep-deprived my allergies have made me.) What did I mean, why? When did I ever need a reason to bring knitting anywhere? What is in this allergy medicine that is making me so insane?
So now I am reading along in the delightful book, la di da, and my hands are practically itching to knit. How could I not have realized this would happen? It's a book about knitting. By Stephanie. What did I think it would make me want to do, go bowling? Worse, there is someone in my Tuesday night class who generally knits during class. (I have stopped doing this, as many teachers somehow saw it as a sign of disrespect.) Wish me luck with not grabbing it out of her hands.
Posted by Kat at 05:34 PM
April 25, 2005
Look at this picture. Is that not one of the most adorable things you've ever seen?
(I'm not sure whose kitten it is. A friend gave me the link.)
Posted by Kat at 10:29 PM
April 23, 2005
Well, blue IS my favorite color...
April 22, 2005
If you're anywhere near Swindon,
then I am very jealous of your opportunity to attend this.
April 19, 2005
(Almost done with the semester, and then we'll be back to our regularly scheduled boring blogging!)
Do you have a Netflix account? Will you be my friend? E-mail me!
(Did you mention Torch Song Trilogy recently somewhere where I might have read it? If so, e-mail me about that too.)
April 11, 2005
Jane Austen wrote you. You are extremely aware of
the power of a single word.
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Posted by Kat at 08:51 PM
April 03, 2005
As we all know, it's opening day for major league baseball. And, of course, the first game for the Red Sox is in New York, against the Yankees. (Why? Is it just for the drama? Do they do that deliberately?) This means...
that a large percentage of the population of the greater Boston area will become pathologically incapable of speaking about anything else
that we will get to hear, again and again and again, the blow-by-blow of last season, in which the Red Sox apparently did something comparable to defeating Hitler
that Red Sox t-shirts and caps will somehow suddenly qualify as "business casual" dress for work
that I will go back to being awestruck and amazed as I try really hard to believe that yes, people really do care that much
and that I resume the precarious activity of trying to like both the Yankees and the Red Sox. Wish me luck.