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And, my dear friends, I believe I have just completed my first portfolio. 2,646 words about obsessions. And I didn’t even realize all of the pieces I wrote for the portfolio were about some sort of obsession until just now as I wrote the closing lines of my commentary. But yep, I quickly read through my portfolio and all five pieces are some form of an obsession.

Apparently, I am very interested in obsessions right now. At least I know I’m pretty good at writing about them. Y’see, today’s seminar was about how a piece of clothing tells you something about the person who owns/wears it. And I wrote a short piece about The Knitter who apparently is a bit loopy (I didn’t realize quite how crazy I had made them!) and everyone loved it. It was the only one that made people laugh and actually *talk* about.

Quick sidenote: It’s not too obsessive to notice if your needles are half a millimeter too thick for the yarn, is it? Because, that leads to gauge problems right?

At least I don’t hear my yarn talk to me unlike The Knitter. XP So if y’all wanna read about a loopy knitter (and I -just- got all of the possible meanings for loopy in this context), lemme know and I’ll e-mail it to ya. ;) It’s only a page long and feedback would be nice… *hinthint*

Took my breadloaf ends out to the beach today and fed the birds as I watched the sun set. Really pretty and no clouds! The pinks in the horizon and the gold drops of liquid light reflecting on the blue-green water… Beauteous I tell you, beauteous.

Doing girly stuff makes me feel better. Like doing my nails. And taking frustrations out on stains on the counters and such.

Should I be worried?

If you ever want a clean(er) kitchen, get me annoyed.

That is all.

Okay. Before I was anxious that I couldn’t reach the appropriate word limit. Now, I’m finding out that I actually might run out of space. I’ve got about 500 left to talk about two of my pieces in my portfolio. Can someone remind me next time that I *seriously* should not worry about not meeting the limit?

And I just realized how late it was. Gah, time flies when I write. Should go to sleep. Let’s just hope that I won’t have to stand outside for ten minutes in the cold at 5 a.m. again. Stupid fire alarm this/last morning…

Let me just say: THANK [insert your choice of deity here] I brought last year’s theory notes with me to Aber. This is why I don’t like to throw things away as soon as I’m done with them. I never know if I’ll need them again. Plus, there was still loads of space (ie empty pages) in the notebook and I hate to waste paper…

I love love love honey tea. For the life of me, I can’t remember why I don’t buy honey unless I’ve got a cold. So there is one good thing about this cold. Rediscovering a lovely hot drink.

Been working on my portfolio and knitting Isabella.

Pigeons keep trying to fly into my room, but even though my window’s open, the gap’s not big enough for them to come in: Free entertainment. XD But, there happens to be pigeon crap in the kitchen because someone keeps leaving the window open and letting them in. I refuse to clean it up this time. I’ve already been suckered into obsessively cleaning the stove; I’m not wiping up pigeon droppings as well. That job can be left to the person who keeps using my utensils (I don’t mind that part) and washes them after use (don’t mind this either) but leaves the soap to dry onto them instead of rinsing. Grr. This does seem to be a British habit though. I can count on two fingers the number of British people I know who rinse the dishes after washing them. The rest… Yum, soap.

Okay, so on Tuesdays I go to “Writing Lives” (the one with Cute Teacher). This week’s assignment is to write something based on a person’s clothing. I asked if I could write about a WIP (work in progress for you non-knitters), he said that that would be okay “and it’s actually a really interesting and original idea”.

So, I just spent the last forty minutes writing about yarn. *grin* I get to have fun and join two of my passions (for a grade too!). How lucky am I? Now I guess I should either pick up the project I wrote about or work on my portfolio. Less than 11 days to go until it has to be done. :-S

Yep, the cold that’s been going around finally caught up with me. At least I think it’s the cold. Sniffly nose, sore throat, runny eyes. But I also get chills and sometimes feel like throwing up. Those don’t sound like cold symptoms to me…

I’ve got 1402 words so far. Maximum allowed is 3000. I’ll try to write the commentary about my other two pieces first to see if I need to write one more short piece to ramble on about in the commentary. So far I’ve managed to blather on about a 384 word piece for almost an equal amount in the commentary. Seriously, these people should not tell me to talk about my work. They can’t shut me up. When it’s written that is. If they ask me on the spot to explain my stuff, I freeze up. Ah well, such is life.

Went to a pub quiz tonight with Alison and her friends. Came in fourth. There was this one guy who gives me the heebiejeebies if I look at him too long. Especially if I look him in the eyes. I mean, he’s nice and funny and smart and all but just looking into his eyes makes me really uncomfortable which is really weird because I usually have no problem looking people in the eye. This guy though…*shakes head* Probably going again next week. :) I looked awesome tonight though, even if I do say so myself. My hair cooperated, make-up looked good and the shirt that I wore… Well, even though it was pretty low cut, I thought it looked great. And low cut shirts usually don’t look good on me because my “assets” aren’t big enough to make them worth it. But this shirt, *excellent* buy. ;) As Mel said, or so I’ve been told by Oliver, I at least know how to best “display” myself to make me seem bigger than I am. She had been talking about chest sizes with Oliver and he had said that he prefers smaller chests to big ones and that suprised her because Oliver seemed to go for well-endowed women. He pointed out that I’m not that big (seriously, my 36B is not big) and she doesn’t seem to agree with him… XD

Started watching Jem & the Holograms again today. Been singing along to them. How pathetic is it that I still remember all of the words to their songs?

Had a blast dancing with Tom today. Our styles really mesh well. And when we were forced to swap partners, well… neither one of us was too happy with our new partners. My two didn’t lead and his two wouldn’t follow. I feel more confident dancing with Tom, possibly because his grip is strong and he’s got enough strength to put me where he wants me to go. XP

Been writing a lot today. Just sat in the kitchen drinking my decaff coffee (because caffeine just makes me bounce off the walls until unholy hours of the night) and writing for my portfolio. It’s “due” in less than two weeks. Meaning that I need to have it done, printed and handed in by Halloween before I leave. It’s not actually due until the Monday after Halloween. But this way, I get more time to work on my other portfolio which is due on the following Monday. :)

And now, I’m gonna type up what I wrote earlier and edit what I’ve already got. For some reason I’m productive at night when I feel like I’m going to just pass out because I’m so tired. Gotta love weird body clocks.

P.S. The Cute Teacher showed up in my dream last night. Cannot remember what exactly happened, but I know that he was there. And that there was a cliff made of smooth stones (the kind that can be found on the North Beach). And some weird water racing. And chocolate.