rainy saturday
A cold, rainy Saturday is good for
~ wearing a big scarf and wool socks
~ knitting
~ brewing chai the proper way
~ browsing in the library for over an hour
~ running in long sleeves
~ cold showers because the pilot light went out
~ mailing letters
~ a farewell party at Speck's
~ Explosions in the Sky
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Hanging out in Greeley this past week was awesome. It was good to spend time with close friends. It was good to get out of this house, which has become slightly oppressive.
*Apples to Apples
*Bohemian blue bottle of Vodka
*talking too late into the night
*Gigante spiders above the door
*Learning to knit with Meg and Alex and Kayli and Disney
*Singing along to Disney movies
*my toothbrush fell in the toilet
*mythology class with Prof Worley
*Margie's c-c-c-c-c-c-coffee
*Ogling scarves with my Fiancée, Lindsay
*A green jewel glued to her forehead
*Firefly night and lemon bread
*Chinese food
*Jonathan made me lunch and I showed him The Room.
*Baking peanut butter cookies with Blake
*Painting with Aimee and Geoff
*Long long long long discussion of life, love, and youth with Becca
*Girl talk and girl movies and girl wine and cheese with Kayla
*Eating pizza and catching spiders with Amber
*Are my friends band geeks when I spend the night and find a clarinet reed in the bed?
*I finished off everything with Kevin in an incredibly awkward exchange and a pleasant farewell
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Rolling your eyes is possibly the most demeaning expressions you can give someone. It says, "Stupid, please stop wasting my time with your pointless gab."
Am I allowed to feel slightly perturbed when my dad asked me while I was knitting and drinking tea this morning, "Do you sit around and gossip with your friends while you do that?"
I don't suppose that he was entirely wrong, we sit around and watch Disney movies. However, we don't knit because we are the bored but obedient domestic servants of our husbands or because we are cultivating good feminine habits with which to attract said husband. But maybe in Dad's perspective I am falling into that domestic role: I do the dishes, cook the food, clean the house, do the laundry, water the plants, and now, apparently, I knit. Dear Lord, I pray this is not the rest of my life. I do not want to be constrained to abject boredom for the next 80 years.
The rain outside is incredibly beautiful.
~ wearing a big scarf and wool socks
~ knitting
~ brewing chai the proper way
~ browsing in the library for over an hour
~ running in long sleeves
~ cold showers because the pilot light went out
~ mailing letters
~ a farewell party at Speck's
~ Explosions in the Sky
~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~
Hanging out in Greeley this past week was awesome. It was good to spend time with close friends. It was good to get out of this house, which has become slightly oppressive.
*Apples to Apples
*Bohemian blue bottle of Vodka
*talking too late into the night
*Gigante spiders above the door
*Learning to knit with Meg and Alex and Kayli and Disney
*Singing along to Disney movies
*my toothbrush fell in the toilet
*mythology class with Prof Worley
*Margie's c-c-c-c-c-c-coffee
*Ogling scarves with my Fiancée, Lindsay
*A green jewel glued to her forehead
*Firefly night and lemon bread
*Chinese food
*Jonathan made me lunch and I showed him The Room.
*Baking peanut butter cookies with Blake
*Painting with Aimee and Geoff
*Long long long long discussion of life, love, and youth with Becca
*Girl talk and girl movies and girl wine and cheese with Kayla
*Eating pizza and catching spiders with Amber
*Are my friends band geeks when I spend the night and find a clarinet reed in the bed?
*I finished off everything with Kevin in an incredibly awkward exchange and a pleasant farewell
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Rolling your eyes is possibly the most demeaning expressions you can give someone. It says, "Stupid, please stop wasting my time with your pointless gab."
Am I allowed to feel slightly perturbed when my dad asked me while I was knitting and drinking tea this morning, "Do you sit around and gossip with your friends while you do that?"
I don't suppose that he was entirely wrong, we sit around and watch Disney movies. However, we don't knit because we are the bored but obedient domestic servants of our husbands or because we are cultivating good feminine habits with which to attract said husband. But maybe in Dad's perspective I am falling into that domestic role: I do the dishes, cook the food, clean the house, do the laundry, water the plants, and now, apparently, I knit. Dear Lord, I pray this is not the rest of my life. I do not want to be constrained to abject boredom for the next 80 years.
The rain outside is incredibly beautiful.