Hello there. I apologize for the lack of posts. But I don't think anyone reads this blog anyway? Prove to me that you do. (Oh man I am asking for comments. I feel so dirty.)
I've been pretty busy as of late with classes and rugby practice. I have a second home it is the Biomed lab. I like to go there a lot. At least 3 times a week. I will be there today as soon as it opens.
Rugby has been going. We played Fredonia on saturday and got our asses handed to us. I say we are not mean enough. We do not play dirty. Nor were our rucks up to snuff. Dan and I had a bet. He (never having eaten eggs by themselves before) would have to eat a 6 egg omlete if we won and if we lost, I would have to eat a sirloin steak. (Red meat and I are not friends. I am the girl who goes to her uncle's fabulous steak house and orders chicken or shrimp.) I am eating steak tonight. This makes me queasy.
I got up real early on sunday to go shoot a class project at a park. My assignment was to take pictures of fungi. The place was crawling with it. I took many pictures. 92 in fact. Now I have to edit them and whittle them down to 25 and give them to an upperclassmen in the AV class who will throw my photos into a flash presentation add music and some other stuff and TA DA. It is like I am the client and the other person is the producer and they must please me with their work.
In knitting news, work continues on the wavy scarf for Sarah Eddy. I have lots of trouble knitting scarfs, so I don't know when this will be finished. Work has also commenced on a red hat for Sworva. I like knitting hats. A lot. I should really become a mute when I am drunk. I have tendencey to promise people knitted items. They always remember too. Meathead is now in the cue for a hat. Meathead shaves his head bald and says his head is cold and that winter is coming and he doesn't want to be cold. And I feel bad but he is going to have to wait his turn. After Sworva, its Pete, then Kelsie, then Pecky, then maybe Spencer, then Meathead. Oh jeeze. Just wait till I learn to knit socks. I'll really be in trouble then.
I miss you kids from back home. Especially Sworva and Sarah Eddy and Tony. Miss you kids.