a weekend of knitting
As I'm sure you'd all be thrilled to hear about my accomplishments in knitting, I'll spare the full details and merely say that this week I've managed to finish: the ugliest and brightest scarf I've ever made, the ugliest and brightest hat I've ever made (though it was a nice pattern that I accidentally made) - both of which I will never photograph due to the sheer blinding that will occur if the flash were to touch them, and a long, thin, and strange scarf that came out out of an experiment. I've made progress on the lace shawl I've been knitting, but every time I go near it the little hairs get all over me and my nose gets stuffed up and I feel like I have a hairball in my throat. Perhaps knitting with one of those SARS masks will fix that problem.
To follow along this knitting theme is that I rediscovered my allergy to wool. I was folding laundry for my mom yesterday and her wool suits were in there to be folded and put away until next winter. A couple hours later and both arms had a rash going almost up to my shoulders. Took some Benedryl and a shower and got far, far away from the suits.
Since I spent the whole weekend at home, I've actually managed to see my brother for more than a couple hours of watching TV. I still find it funny how we can communicate with each other without speaking and can work so well together. This was evident after the rotten chicken incident last weekend, when I looked over at him and we both shared the same worried look about our mom's memory. We're so different, and yet so many things are similar. It's the same with my sister, but I suppose any similarities we have with Alex have to be chalked up to genes somehow, since we didn't exactly grow up together and the circumstances surrounding our childhoods were quite different. Maybe one day those scientists working on DNA will figure out why all three of us hate oatmeal and plain raisins.
I also discovered where I got my stressed out persona from - my mom. There's this promotion at her office that is being given through a "contest" of sorts. All candidates are given a set of questions related to tax stuff and they have two weeks to send back the answers. My mom has been taking over my computer to work on said questions and has not been getting enough sleep. She's also talking to herself while she works on the questions. I just went through a period of behaving like this for the past two weeks before midterms. I think the stress finally built up on me because on Friday, after the jazz band won gold and I was driven home, I felt like I was going to puke and had a massive headache. I promptly passed out around 10 and woke up at 8 and felt a lot better, especially after letting go of the midterm marks since I've really done all I can.
Oh, and on Friday I was delightfully surprised to discover that I have the highest Discrete mark in a class pretty much full of boys who want to be engineers. I actually even think that I'm the only one in the class who has above 90. But really, the kicker is that I have no desire to be an engineer and I'm only in the class because I figured I'd get a higher mark than the one I got in Discrete. With a 95% in Discrete, you programming and physics geeks in my Discrete class can kiss my ass. (Sorry, I really had to get that out, I hate being one of three girls taking the course at all this whole school year) Though unfortunately, Band is going to be the mark that makes or breaks that 90 average I need for so much money...
To follow along this knitting theme is that I rediscovered my allergy to wool. I was folding laundry for my mom yesterday and her wool suits were in there to be folded and put away until next winter. A couple hours later and both arms had a rash going almost up to my shoulders. Took some Benedryl and a shower and got far, far away from the suits.
Since I spent the whole weekend at home, I've actually managed to see my brother for more than a couple hours of watching TV. I still find it funny how we can communicate with each other without speaking and can work so well together. This was evident after the rotten chicken incident last weekend, when I looked over at him and we both shared the same worried look about our mom's memory. We're so different, and yet so many things are similar. It's the same with my sister, but I suppose any similarities we have with Alex have to be chalked up to genes somehow, since we didn't exactly grow up together and the circumstances surrounding our childhoods were quite different. Maybe one day those scientists working on DNA will figure out why all three of us hate oatmeal and plain raisins.
I also discovered where I got my stressed out persona from - my mom. There's this promotion at her office that is being given through a "contest" of sorts. All candidates are given a set of questions related to tax stuff and they have two weeks to send back the answers. My mom has been taking over my computer to work on said questions and has not been getting enough sleep. She's also talking to herself while she works on the questions. I just went through a period of behaving like this for the past two weeks before midterms. I think the stress finally built up on me because on Friday, after the jazz band won gold and I was driven home, I felt like I was going to puke and had a massive headache. I promptly passed out around 10 and woke up at 8 and felt a lot better, especially after letting go of the midterm marks since I've really done all I can.
Oh, and on Friday I was delightfully surprised to discover that I have the highest Discrete mark in a class pretty much full of boys who want to be engineers. I actually even think that I'm the only one in the class who has above 90. But really, the kicker is that I have no desire to be an engineer and I'm only in the class because I figured I'd get a higher mark than the one I got in Discrete. With a 95% in Discrete, you programming and physics geeks in my Discrete class can kiss my ass. (Sorry, I really had to get that out, I hate being one of three girls taking the course at all this whole school year) Though unfortunately, Band is going to be the mark that makes or breaks that 90 average I need for so much money...