I just remembered today that doctors told me when I was a kid that I was going to be 5'9'' and a mathematical genius. When I topped out at 5'3'' in 8th grade and I barely made it through algebra 2 junior year, I knew I had been lied to.
Has anyone seen the commercial with Noah Wiley about the polar bears? It's the real life, even more depressing version of the "Inconvenient Truth" polar bear scene. Both of which almost made me cry. Damn you, polar bears.
So, I Googled myself and found this Asian guy talking about the first sweater I made for KnitScene
I also finally joined Raverly (I'm going to geek on all of you about knitting for a second) which is this website that allows people who knit to post the projects they are working on, along with their progress and pictures. So, narcissistic me looked to see if anyone was making my designs and sure enough about 15 people were. It's really cool knowing people out there are making and enjoying the stuff I designed. The sweaters I sat frantically knitting to meet deadline, the sweaters I called my mom in rage when I botched the front and back with too many dropped stitches and the sweaters that ended up costing me money to the IRS, are now being worn by people all over the country.
I am convinced that living on the third floor of University Suites is deadly. Stock and I, who share a wall on the third floor, have spent this entire semester sick. I am now ending the semester from Hell with a lovely case of tonsillitis. I've been having trouble with my vocal chords for the past two months, so when I woke up Friday morning with the part of my throat hurting that has been for awhile, I thought nothing of it. When I nearly fell asleep on the bench at Old Navy waiting for Kathryn and woke up the next morning unable to speak, I knew it was much more than my vocal chords. So I spent yesterday in bed vacillating between freezing and sweating and unable to eat. But I feel better today thanks to my trusty Z-pak. Go Arithromycin! You should click that link about tonsillitis, there is a graphic picture of what it looks like.
The ECU Prostitution Video:
It's finally finished. A lot of you have been asking about it and as soon as I can get it up online, I will. But here's a fun tale until then. Stefanie and I spent about 10 hours filming and maybe 10 hours editing for a 4 minute and 44 second film (we're clearly mediocre at Final Cut Pro). We finished a day ahead of schedule. We logged it on our tape, ready to turn it in. We watched it that night to make sure it looked good. We almost threw up when the video was just a blue screen. We had one day to make this work. I assumed that maybe we just had some settings wrong. I went to the editing lab to find out that half of my files were missing. Shit. I finally was able to get on the computer that we edited it on and luckily the files showed up there. But then it wouldn't write to tape. Then I couldn't add back in stuff that I needed to add. Then files that I needed rendered, wouldn't render. I sat there for an hour and a half staring at the screen, moments away from a mental break down, watching my G.P.A. crumble because this project is worth 25% of your grade. And then, by no means by my ability to properly use Final Cut Pro, everything worked out right there with 5 minutes before the editing lab closed. I left with a horrible headache, needing a strong drink and a new found hatred for Final Cut Pro. In all actuality, I wish it hadn't taken me until the end of my junior year to realize that I really like doing all this (even though I'm really bad at it).
Is anyone capable of drinking from a Nalgene bottle without spilling it all over themselves? I'm sure as hell not.
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