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All's Well that Ends Well?
Feb. 21st, 2009 09:35 amLife, ever progressing onward. I am consistently amazed by myself. I think, "April's so far away" in January, and then I'm in April, and think "Wow, January feels a long time ago, but it wasn't". Sorry for the lame stuff here, but this is a persistent little thing, this time perception distortion.
Moving on, I finished another paper this week (there was one last week), both were written in basically two days or less. This is not helpful to my stress levels, but it's done, and I don't have another paper for...a week and a half. I'm happy.
The knitting has stalled. I'm working on the pattern for the antique lace. It's turning into an interpretation of the pattern, rather than a strict following of it which would not work mathematically. Knitting is all about math, you have to have the same number of stitches per row, adding or subtracting with a purpose if you want a recognizable object/fabric. This pattern doesn't seem to understand that, but I'm making it conform. No needles to finish my hat have been found, but I may get lucky today. I'm tempted, amid this virtual mass of unfinished objects, to start something I know I have the supplies and pattern for: socks. I won't do it, because I might get addicted and not finish the other two projects and disaster will ensue.
Ah yes, on to a new topic. I've been avoiding telling the blog this, actually. I'm dating someone. This fact seems guaranteed to make my friends and family get rather excited and interested. Well, this is the first time I've gone on multiple dates with someone, so there is a good bit to rejoice about. I must think up a Blog Pseudonym for him. In any case, he's a student at my school, a year below me. We met at the cafeteria when he was a freshman, and he's a very nice guy. We had our first date last thursday, and have been slowly progressing from there. You may all direct your inquiries for more detail, whatever, at this blog, my phone, or my mom's. She knows little, but she's more than happy to share in the bliss(?) that is a child dating.
Later,
Greeny
Moving on, I finished another paper this week (there was one last week), both were written in basically two days or less. This is not helpful to my stress levels, but it's done, and I don't have another paper for...a week and a half. I'm happy.
The knitting has stalled. I'm working on the pattern for the antique lace. It's turning into an interpretation of the pattern, rather than a strict following of it which would not work mathematically. Knitting is all about math, you have to have the same number of stitches per row, adding or subtracting with a purpose if you want a recognizable object/fabric. This pattern doesn't seem to understand that, but I'm making it conform. No needles to finish my hat have been found, but I may get lucky today. I'm tempted, amid this virtual mass of unfinished objects, to start something I know I have the supplies and pattern for: socks. I won't do it, because I might get addicted and not finish the other two projects and disaster will ensue.
Ah yes, on to a new topic. I've been avoiding telling the blog this, actually. I'm dating someone. This fact seems guaranteed to make my friends and family get rather excited and interested. Well, this is the first time I've gone on multiple dates with someone, so there is a good bit to rejoice about. I must think up a Blog Pseudonym for him. In any case, he's a student at my school, a year below me. We met at the cafeteria when he was a freshman, and he's a very nice guy. We had our first date last thursday, and have been slowly progressing from there. You may all direct your inquiries for more detail, whatever, at this blog, my phone, or my mom's. She knows little, but she's more than happy to share in the bliss(?) that is a child dating.
Later,
Greeny
The Moon was Beautiful Tonight
Dec. 13th, 2008 12:33 amHey everyone, (I will always assume that more than one person reads this, that's my Mother's overly positive influence working) I posted twice today. I don't think you can see it (it's in private mode), but this is an edited version of what I wrote in the other post. Despite my natural inclinations to pure bluntness, many years of my Mother's thoughtful and rather forceful influence have helped me realize when something is too much information. Sorry if I'm making you frustrated. I personally hate not getting all the possible information.
I've been told many things about myself. That I'm pretty today, or fat, or sharp-eared (good at hearing stuff), blunt, entertaining, memorable, unique, articulate. You know what? I don't care what you say. It may hurt or feel good temporarily, but in the end I decide how to feel about myself. I decide what adjectives to use when I introduce myself. I may forget that some days, but it's true.
So that is how I feel. Strangely I feel I must make some declaration of intent to remember this every day, but I try to be a realist (not a catastrophist, contortionist, or procrastinator), and I know with my little voice of truth inside that I will forget some days. It's called being human.
My night was pretty darn good. My day was pretty fine, as well. I tutored, turned in the infamous paper, bought milk, talked to my lady (last time with her, sadly), made biscuits, watched my other student play in a recital, and watched a movie andRoswell
I've been told many things about myself. That I'm pretty today, or fat, or sharp-eared (good at hearing stuff), blunt, entertaining, memorable, unique, articulate. You know what? I don't care what you say. It may hurt or feel good temporarily, but in the end I decide how to feel about myself. I decide what adjectives to use when I introduce myself. I may forget that some days, but it's true.
So that is how I feel. Strangely I feel I must make some declaration of intent to remember this every day, but I try to be a realist (not a catastrophist, contortionist, or procrastinator), and I know with my little voice of truth inside that I will forget some days. It's called being human.
My night was pretty darn good. My day was pretty fine, as well. I tutored, turned in the infamous paper, bought milk, talked to my lady (last time with her, sadly), made biscuits, watched my other student play in a recital, and watched a movie and
I saw the full moon tonight. I was driving down the road and...boom! I was right in front of me. God's gift of light artistically accented by this lazy, flat 'x' of contrails. Man can't improve on perfection, but maybe an imperfection here and there is also workable. It makes things approachable, more beautiful, somehow. What is an android to a beautiful lady?
I'm done, not with life or my relationships. Just this post.
See ya,
Greeny
