Oh no, I'm in rant mode! Quick, someone press the stop button!
Swear to God, my teacher opened up a can of worms with his last writing assignment. He basically told us it was permissible to rant about Star Wars as long as in the end nothing overly academic was said. I was all O.O What? I had a brain freeze trying to think of what to say without getting academic and what he was looking for...and it turned into a rant about Star Wars, Princess Bride, and Wizard's First Rule. It was a sight to see. If I thought anyone cared I would post a copy here so you could see the oddness. As it was I could have switched my subject of ranting and ranted some more. It's a disease. Ranting is a disease and someday I will find a cure for it. First of all I would think it involves not starting up writing responses of 600 words with a prompt like "Write about Star Wars in the ways we discussed not to do in class".
MMhm, right.
Did I mention I finished my socks? Well, I did. I'll take a picture when I get home. Would have done it yesterday but my friend Kris was over and then I was reading Questionable Content and it all got mucked up.
I slipped on the ice yesterday and I hurt today. No bruising, just general hurt.
Oh! I rocked my sonnet today! I had it, it was gorgeous...and now we have to memorize them. Suck-tastic. But it's a good one. Look up Sonnet 128 and you'll know what I mean. Shakespeare knew his shit...I feel like I wrote that once before...
Hungry, suppose I'll run off and eat and then get a little knitting done. I've got the cuffs of the sweater sleeves done, working 2 at once...and I now know how the stitch count got messed up on the first sleeve. It's not happening again, not on my watch.
MMhm, right.
Did I mention I finished my socks? Well, I did. I'll take a picture when I get home. Would have done it yesterday but my friend Kris was over and then I was reading Questionable Content and it all got mucked up.
I slipped on the ice yesterday and I hurt today. No bruising, just general hurt.
Oh! I rocked my sonnet today! I had it, it was gorgeous...and now we have to memorize them. Suck-tastic. But it's a good one. Look up Sonnet 128 and you'll know what I mean. Shakespeare knew his shit...I feel like I wrote that once before...
Hungry, suppose I'll run off and eat and then get a little knitting done. I've got the cuffs of the sweater sleeves done, working 2 at once...and I now know how the stitch count got messed up on the first sleeve. It's not happening again, not on my watch.