Mr. Rogers died. That makes me very sad.

posted by Kristin @ 2:03 PM 0 comments

I just finished my first sweater. I'm wearing it right now. I'm not excited because I'm kind of in shock. I knew what it looked like in my hands for two months (two months and a day, actually - it seems longer), what it felt like, smelled like, and when I put it on, I didn't recognize it anymore. How did those four pieces of fabric turn into something I can wear? And it fits, too! This is so much better than making a blanket. I still love blankets, but I'm actually wearing something I made.

Wow.

posted by Kristin @ 5:51 PM 0 comments

Better than last week's news: Idiot.

posted by Kristin @ 3:00 PM 0 comments

Good name for a song: "Typing with the Caps Lock on."

posted by Kristin @ 2:58 PM 0 comments

Amen.

posted by Kristin @ 1:40 PM 0 comments

So get this. I'm supposed to have a Global Communications test at 10:00. My teacher doesn't show. We wait and wait. We think maybe he got in a car accident. We call his office. No answer. We wait some more. We finally leave at 10:32, thinking this is very un-Fritz-like. It turns out that Fritz is in Prague and a grad student was supposed to administer the test. He never showed. The secretary says Fritz is going to be very mad at the grad student, but not at us. I am mad because I had to walk from Virginia garage to Lee Hills in the 9 degree cold.

posted by Kristin @ 10:55 AM 0 comments

Quick news:
1. My sweater is almost done. For real. All I have to do is stitch up the arm and side seams. I tried it on, floppy but nevertheless in one piece, last night, and it looks great. And I'm pretty sure it fits!

2. Norah Jones is great. *NSYNC is greater.

3. I managed to not play the Sims for more than 24 hours. We're on hour 33 right now and going strong.

posted by Kristin @ 8:08 AM 0 comments

The best thing EVER:convicts.

posted by Kristin @ 2:58 PM 0 comments

I have many important things to say:

First of all, I freaking KNEW it was Zora from the very first show. I totally called it. When she asked if she had tangerine in her teeth and he said no and then he asked if he had anything in his teeth, I KNEW. Take THAT, slutty Sarah.

Second, Jon, I am sorry that I punched you in the kidney. I was really excited about Evan and Zora and lost control of my limbs.

I am still addicted to the Sims and the little girl in the family got sent to military school because she kept playing hooky. Little brat. This is what I did instead of studying for my stat quiz (which I did really well on, but does it even matter since I'm taking it pass/fail?).

I am tired of people bragging that they are drunk all the time. That is so 1994-afterschool special. In fact, I'm sick of bragging. I don't really care how good you are. I do, however, accept bragging about: how much you can eat, how long it's been since you've showered, how many times you've watched Wayne's World, the fact that you know every episode of the Golden Girls, et al. So I guess the general rule is "Stop making yourself look like a jackass." It's unattractive and distracts me from eating.

From what I gather, my little dog is "all growed up" now that she is two. I wish I could say the same for others 10 times her age.

I wish I had a mouse. I would name it Lefty and we would watch Elimidate together and when I would threaten someone, they would say "Yeah, you and who else?" and I would reply "Me and this here mouse."

posted by Kristin @ 3:35 PM 0 comments

Oh, Scott, I am so sorry you found that site. How embarrassing for us. You'll have to understand that WHBF is a crap-hole and nobody watches it and they keep firing all of their anchors. And it's smaller than KOMU, square footage-wise, at least (and the floor slants in many different directions).

Besides, we don't make people smile anymore. We just have fields of opportunity.

posted by Kristin @ 1:24 PM 0 comments

Twenty-four hours are not enough. Especially when you are newly obsessed with The Sims and have to make bread for a focus group and finish up homework you've avoided all weekend. Perhaps I will put on a face mask instead.

posted by Kristin @ 9:12 PM 0 comments

So I'm an idiot and can't tell my commas from periods. The ACTUAL number is 54 Zimbabwean dollars = one US dollar. Not as incredibly horrible as I thought before. But it's still really bad considering that 5 years ago it was 11 Zimbabwean dollars for one US dollar. They have 100% inflation. Who CARES about advertising in Zimbabwe when the people can't afford anything? I think there are bigger problems there than selling Nikes and Coca-Cola.

posted by Kristin @ 3:29 PM 0 comments

Most people in Zimbabwe only get to eat one meal a day. This includes business people and urban dwellers. 54,000 of their dollars equals one of ours. One month of living is about 62,000 Zimbabwe dollars. That's less than 10 of our dollars a month.

Sometimes it makes me sad to live in America.

posted by Kristin @ 8:24 PM 0 comments

My right shoulder really hurts. I think it's due to a really heavy purse and a really heavy backpack.

It's a challenge trying to come up with new things to do at work. I'm waiting for a bunch of professors to e-mail me back and since they aren't just sitting around trying to find things to do, it's taking a long time. And I'm really trying to not eat the cookies I brought, but it will be tough.

I love it when Jen leaves me a message about a project she didn't assign to me. It's so funny.

Historical Abby Moment of the Day:
Once Abby danced with a boy named Miami. "His name was...Miami."

Happy birthday, Penny! I love you! (So does Justin, but he's too much of a goon to admit it.)

posted by Kristin @ 12:58 PM 0 comments

Today has been a great day, much better than yesterday. Great great great. Abby and I made chocolate chocolate pecan cookies and they are fab-u-lous. The secret: cake mix. She is watching the dog show (DOG SHOW!) and I'm trying to get a little work done before my weekly date with Miss J.

It is impossible for me to say "dog show" (DOG SHOW!) without screaming "DOG SHOW!" like in Saturday Night Live. If I had a drum, I would beat it. I also cannot answer "What time is it?" without responding, "Time to get a new fence." I can't end a sentence with just the word "crazy." I have to say, "Crazy. Crazy like a beaver!"

These are the repercussions of being special.

I have about 14 books from the library. They all look really good.

My feet are cold.

posted by Kristin @ 8:18 PM 0 comments

I don't think I will ever get caught up on my homework. There's school and then there's capstone, which is quickly sucking out my will to live. I realize by doing my part of the project now that I won't be quite as busy at the end of the semester, but it's still annoying that no matter how hard I try, I can never seem to get around to studying stat (even though it's just pass/fail, but still, I'm taking it so I can learn something). But to all those folks who filled out our survey - thanks. I can't wait to spend hours pouring over them. Whee!

I had SUCH a good weekend thanks to my boyfriend and his wonderful family. It was just what I needed.

Now what I need is someone to read my Global Communications for me. Oh Fritz, why do you hurt me so?

posted by Kristin @ 10:21 PM 0 comments

So everyone left us here at the NB because they're off at some Founder's Day Celebration and we're idiot enough to stay and close up shop. Amy the Avenger and I cut some clips and decided that was a silly thing to do when we're all alone, so we're wasting time.

Since I'm now a member of a crafting webring (I don't even know what that means, but check out the new link at the top), I feel it is my crafters duty to tip you off to some interesting sites. You can make your own underwear out of old t-shirts here and get awesome recipies here. Don't say I never gave you anything.

Dave! My teacher - Steve "Call me Mr. Veile" Veile gave us your capstone book today for reference. How cool is that? (Hmmm, five squared?)

posted by Kristin @ 4:56 PM 0 comments

Yoplait Whips! are a pretty good substitute for chocolate. Not. But I like them a lot, especially the exclamation point.

Hero of the day: Kathy Sharp. God love her.

At a different job doing the same thing. If I wasn't wiping snot on my sleeve every five seconds, I would let out a primal scream.

posted by Kristin @ 3:37 PM 0 comments

How did I not know about this? I mean, really, does life get any better? Did you know that I have a doodle drawn and signed by Dave Barry himself? 'Tis true. My mom beat up my ex-boyfriend's dad at an auction to get it. Right on.

But you never gave her a bunny, did you?

I'm about to start Hometowner Hell here at the NB. I have to mentally prepare myself for the ones that didn't actually put there accomplishment anywhere on the form, but just their name. Which, for most of these people, is accomplishment enough.

I have been craving chocolate for a week and french fries for three days. Fritz is responsible for the fries (WHY does he talk about McDonald's during every class?) and hormones are responsible for the chocolate. I would LOVE a Nutty Bar right now.

Okay. Deep breath. Hometowners, here I come.

posted by Kristin @ 12:47 PM 0 comments

The fabulous Miss J didn't have cake at her birthday (well, cheesecake, but that's not cake cake), so I made gooey butter cake today. Mmm. I also cleaned like a madwoman and mopped every mop-able surface. Abby, the Boy and I took a glorious walk along the MKT and stepped in a lot of mud.

I'm ready to kick my capstone in it's proverbial head.

And my cough. I did some intense "core strengthening" yesterday with my "The Pilates Method" 90-minute workout video (don't worry, I would never even dream of doing 90 minutes of activity that didn't involve eating and/or napping midway through), which, of course, leads to sore abdominal muscles. Now every time I cough I'm convinced that my lungs are going to burst through my skin.

I'm knitting the first arm of my first sweater. I'm concerned I'm not following the directions correctly. I guess we'll see.

Hey, P - it's almost your birthday!

posted by Kristin @ 9:38 PM 0 comments