frogging the non-knitting stuff

So I am not doing super-great.

I mean, blah blah blah, two science classes is too many science classes in a single semester, taking the Critique of Pure Reason was crazy (I love the professor but I have no love for Kant), yadda yadda yadda. I'm not shaping up to be a good student right now. Also, there's your run of the mill problems with interpersonal crap that I don't want to get into on the internet, but the upshot is that I feel like it's time for some kind of big, radical change.

I mean, I guess I'm having a little mini-identity crisis, but there are some good things about it. On the school front, for instance, I've realized that cutting-edge metaphysics is perhaps not for me in the way that I had thought it was for me... it's very exciting to read and all, but I don't actually enjoy doing the cutting-edge metaphysics, I guess, so I'm refocusing myself onto Sartre and memory and phenomenology because, let's face it, it's incredibly satisfying in a way that metaphysics and philosophy of science just can't be for me.

And then there's the knitting....

I've told myself that if I can get my crap together finishing up homework and midterms and also apply for an internship at McSweeny's before monday, I can order yarn and pattern for the sweater I want to make (isn't it pretty?).

Whoah. A sweater. Crazy.

I mean, not that I don't love socks anymore:

I wish I could make these knee-highs but I'm afraid I'm going to run out of yarn. The yarn is Socks that Rock, the colorway is Downpour, and I bought it in Seattle over spring break. Yum. I keep frogging bits of it to prolong the joy, because it's not often (read: never) that I decide to plunk down twenty-one dollars for a skein of sock yarn.

In other news, Craftlit is amazing, and I'm trying to work up the courage to listen to Turn of the Screw.