Word continues to mock me. The cursor, it sits there and blinks, waiting for me to actually WRITE something. Sometimes, it gets bored and wanders off, much like my mind (or even me, for that matter). I am stuck on BOTH papers.
For the one, I'm just overwhelmed by the amount of information I've found. I'm writing about the domestication and early uses of the horse. There's more than enough information to go on for pages and pages, so its not like I picked a very narrow topic. Rather, I don't know where to start. I THINK I've got a rough outline, detailing the major ideas I want to discuss and a basic order for doing so. Hopefully, I can write a large portion of that tomorrow, after discussing it with my professor. TheBoyfriend is actually in NC today/tomorrow, to see a friend who is in ROTC be made an officer. He and his roommate drove down this evening, will spend most of the day there, and drive back up tomorrow so that they can go to classes on Thursday. 16 hours of driving in 24 hours, oh the joy!
For the other.. I have ideas, but I'm not sure where to go with them, where it is POSSIBLE to go with them. I might end up writing about The Picture of Dorian Gray, discussing influence and evil and good/bad angels. I like the idea, I think I could carry it out for 5 pages, and I found a quote I really liked in the text. If I can get cracking on THAT paper, I can go to office hours on Friday and see what she thinks and finish the paper and then worry about the 20 page paper over the weekend, cause writing 20 pages in two days is SO the smart thing to do.
I've been trying not to knit. I keep ending up staring at my blank computer screen, so maybe I should knit and let ideas float around in my head. Hrm... And I lied, I did break open the alpaca and knit a swatch. And oh, good lord, am I going to LOVE this sweater. The yarn is soft and squishy and yummy. I don't think it will be itchy, but we'll have to see what happens when I finish it. Worst case, I have to wear a tank top under it. No big deal. I'm supposed to wash my swatch.. has anyone had Knitpicks Alpaca grow/shrink when wet?
I've started the ear flaps of Ryan's hat! Since I put the other stitches on waste yarn, I made him try it on. It seems to be a little bit big for him, but I think it will work out. The addis I ended up buying are NOT a US #2, but 3mm. So the fabric with them has a bit more drape, which I think works with that section of that hat. I like it so far. See?
Tina's sock is kinda being ignored in favor of the hat. I think Ryan is leaving on Wednesday or Thursday of next week and I'd kinda like to be able to give it to him before he leaves. So long as I can figure out how to knit an applied I-cord, I think that's do-able. Clearly I'm going to be avoiding my papers enough to manage that!
In other news, I looked at the apartment I'll have next year. It is small - an efficiency - but actually really cute. Unfurnished, room enough for a double bed, dresser, desk, large table, and still space to move around all of that. The kitchen is TINY, there is about 8 square inches of counter space (really, just the edges of the cabinet the sink is in), and the kitchen floor squeaks. I'm fairly certain that I'll end up hitting both elbows on the walls when I use the toilet and the shower stall isn't much larger. But - it will be only me and occasionally a friend or two. I have a balcony (which, actually, is about the size of the kitchen). And it is on the second floor, which is where I always seem to end up - at home, freshman and sophomore year, at the apartment over the summer, this year, and next year.
I'll leave you with one of my favorite toys ever. It's actually a doggie toy, but hasn't been touched by doggies. There's a tube inside that makes squealing noises when you move it just so. Mostly soft and gentle, this thing CAN cause bruises if you are tossing it back and forth with your roommate and kinda forgot to pay attention and caught it very close to your face, in fact - close enough to your face that the tube actually hit you on the nose between your eyes. And then you might end up with a bruise that looks like dirt, judging by the number of people who asked me why my face was dirty that week. But you know, stuff like that would never happen to me.