Wednesday, 26 October 2011

my eyes are bigger

 I am beginning to detect a pattern in my personality in respect to taking on more than I should.  Good idea? want ALLLLLL there is to do with it!  oh.... wait....

Monday, 17 October 2011

can I get the status on my life please?

Thesis:
The problem with a thesis is you don't know if the result of a work session will make your brain feel better and more in control of your content, or worse and spiralingly (my own word if you must know) overwhelmed about the content. Toss of a coin, really.

Knitting:
The acorn lace on my sweater is great as long as I don't screw up to the point of frogging. Which I have done. Thrice.

Family.
I miss.

Running:
pulled a decent 8k run out of my bum @ the women's breast cancer run for the cure in Bismarck, ND.  This only proves my practice of slacking training.  I'll readdress this theory when I fall over.  In other news, a 27 year old man fell over and died in the Toronto half marathon. http://www.canada.com/health/Runner+dies+Toronto+marathon/5558589/story.html

Everything else:
I'm sorry, I don't have time for everything else.
Except, Jelly Belly's are all hype. I have finally decided after years of deliberation, despite their popularity, they do fall short of their following. Just because flavours have a fun name and are fun colours does not mean they are fun to eat.

Saturday, 15 October 2011

Finally finished the body of the blanket. 

I think I'll need more brown yarn and a couple of weeks to finish. 

In other news, 5 of the same dog toy arrived in the mail today. Bijou is not spoiled.

Monday, 3 October 2011

woe is me.

Whilst studying adolescent language tonite, I came to a most horrid realization.

The World Health Organization defines the following:
youth 15-24 years
young people 10-24 years.

.....*

so, that's it then. I have long left my youth, behind. I am officially no longer a young person and have not been for years..

I am, however, also not old enough to express my disdain in a mid-life crisis.

oh, what is a girl to do?
SO. I'm just going to say it.

I am terrified of math-speak. In fact, I pretty much go "blankslate" when asked to think mathimatically. Documented math anxiety effects.
My statistical interpretations and Chapter 4 are currently the scariest school related aspect of my last semester and all I can do is visualize turning in my finish project.

Do not ask me questions. specifically math questions. stay away from those.

Saturday, 1 October 2011

sock lesson number 1.

KNIT LOOSER!


(I should also mention purl three and I are NOT friends).