I was wandering around the drugstore when I spotted this. I think the reason I had to buy two is self-evident. I had the time of my life drinking them. Nobody puts my bottle in a corner. I carried a pop-ermelon.
Katie and I are going to keep these for classy centerpieces. Stick a gerber daisy in each one and hot glue my lock of Patrick Swayze's hair to the middle. Martha Stewart would be so proud.
She would probably also sign off on my newest knitting project, the Pentagon Aran Cardigan from
Knitting Nature. My other KN project, the Basalt Tank, is in stasis, but I've been knitting a few rows of this in between midterms. So far I love it, but I'm pretty sure I'll be running out of yarn before this project is over. It's
Cascade 220, so it shouldn't be that difficult to come up some more (paging Frankie!) but as for dye lot... well, those luscious cables will obscure everything, right? And the yarn itself is a little heathered too, unexpectedly with yellow over red, so maybe that will blend better. I'm debating whether or not to change the sleeves, but until I get to that point, I'll just happily cable away. It keeps my mind off other stuff anyway.
Well, perhaps it's best to treat this situation as hypothetical. Which it is. Totally. I mean, say your name was "Protagitron", and you had generally kept to yourself in areas of the heart up until now. With the exception of the endurance competition that was the Crush of Doom in high school.
Now, say you're carrying on an innocent in-class flirtation with "V," who has a girlfriend anyway. But maybe it's not so innocent on your part, even though you keep on telling yourself that it is. And, furthermore, imagine that he says hello to you one day, and looks like he wants to talk to you, and does the over the shoulder sexy smile thing, as you rush off to your economics class. That should be made illegal for the unavailable, right?
And then, to make matters worse, suppose your fearless roommate tells you that a friend, "Q" has a thing for you. And you're pretty sure that he doesn't, but it's enough of a novelty that you're flattered. So, you're friendly to him because you're not one of those asses who openly reject friends who were never interested in them in the first place. But then, you wake up and realize you may have, while doing this, kind of developed a thing for him, too.
And, while all of this is going on, it would be perfectly reasonable to get through it by drinking many, uh, "Protagitrons" (tea and whiskey) and listening to Roy Orbison on a loop, no?
