Knitting for Peace

Or really just knitting so I don't kill somebody.

I've you've been reading for a while now, you'll know there's been a little drama about Study Abroad/Credit transfer, which I thought was over with in July when I got a letter from Purdue Study Abroad saying that my credits had been transferred successfully and I am now a candidate for December graduation. Done, right?

Of course not. Apparently just because Study Abroad approved and brought everything in doesn't mean Liberal Arts did their job (in this case, sign a single piece of paper Dr. Gupta!) and it turns out that while Study Abroad has me down as done and over with, Liberal Arts never actually accepted my credits which for me means....no diploma in December. Apparently my transcript has been sitting on someones desk since July, needing only a signature. I contacted Liberal Arts after the Office of the Registrar notified me that I was no longer a candidate for December graduation and they said I needed to make an appointment with Dr. Gupta to have her sign the papers (do I really need to be there for that? Plus I've already gotten a letter saying that all this shit is DONE WITH!) and of course the next open appointment is....December 16. I graduate on the 19th- maybe.

So instead of breaking down and crying (which I might have done a little bit) or going postal on the Liberal Arts building (frankly I'm surprised someone else hasn't beaten me to it), I'm knitting. I'm finishing things and I'm casting things on, and it's wonderful. I finished a hat but it makes me look like a chemo patient so I'm not going to show it off, I finished a scarf for my friend Lauren's birthday (and Adam volunteered to model it- isn't he faaaabulous!) and last night at 4 am after tossing and turning and swearing at Liberal Arts, I grabbed a pair of circular needles and some Patons Classic Merino that I bought this weekend with Janet (it was on sale so it doesn't count!) and I casted on. And knitted. And purled. And knitted. And purled. And threw in some increases. And life is a little bit better today.Thank you, new red sweater. You might just be the project I've been needing for a long time now.

Look! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a blog post!

Hi everyone! Life has been a little bit crazy here at Purdue...so let me give you a few key updates and a few answers you might have questions about.

The last post: There is a tradition here at Purdue that is called "Breakfast Club" like the Molly Ringwald and guy in plaid shirt movie from the 80's. Pretty baller movie, so someone decided that to honor it Purdue students should dress up in costume and hit the bars at outrageously early hours (Adam and I started at 8, but most people hit the bars at 6. There's just something not right about drinking at such an hour, even if there's orange juice in your booze). Anyhoo, it was my first Breakfast Club, and it was a pretty big deal for me. It's something I always said I'd do, but didn't think I'd actually get around to it. Luckily there was a Boondock Saint there to drag me out of bed and put my Fairy Godmother crown on for me and drag me out to the bars. Glad I went- I think I might do it again in a couple weeks.

Knitting: Still not doing so hot. After cutting off all my hair, I decided that it was time for a hat (because I'm really flippin' cold now!) so I headed down to River Knits, the Lafayette knitting store and quickly fell in love with a deep red yarn from Mountain Colors, and immediately cast on for a Bucket hat. It didn't work. Then I tried making a top-down cloche/bucket hat thing that I was calling "Clucket", but that also didn't work. Since it was top-down, I was able to save some of it and am being all wild and crazy and knitting...a beanie. I know. The most boring of the hats, but I'm cold and tired of frogging. I might go nuts and put a flower or two on it. Maybe.

(sorry for the crap picture. Apparently Purdue doesn't think that dorm rooms need light. Someone should talk to them about that before someone goes blind. Or has to start wearing reading glasses their Freshman year. Too late!)

Boys: Still going strong with Adam! Yay! He's even mentioned getting me my own motorcycle helmet, which I think is a big step for biker boys. I said the only way I'd wear one is if it had Hello Kitty on it and I don't actually have to be on the bike to wear it. I'm a little terrified of motorcycles.

And...Adam met the parents! And Aunt and Uncle. And cousins. And Grandparents. And he didn't run away! He's awesome!

School/Graduation/The Hunt for Employment

School is going as well as can be expected. This semester, as you may or may not know, is my last semester here at Purdue, and I am forced to take all the classes I have put off since my freshman year here. So that means I'm taking French 4, a lab science, Literature of Black America (in which I am called a racist before I even sit down- not cool) and Contemporary British Lit and Rhetoric (actually not that bad). So I'm really over the whole student thing. And now I'm even over the whole job-hunting thing. Really! I had an interview on Monday and got a call on Friday afternoon saying I got the job! Since I plan on keeping work out of the blog, I'll just tell you that I will still be located in Indianapolis and I will be doing something knitting-related.

The Twitter Account: has been shut down. I was never really all that great about posting, and I tired of trying to think of TwitterWit, so I just gave up. I'm better about updating my facebook status, so if you're on there, feel free to add me so you can keep up with me when I'm not blogging.

It's just so weird when things start falling in to place. Three months ago I was really panicking about the whole perpetually-single thing, graduation (and the subsequent adventure into adulthood) and jobhunting. It's a great feeling when things start sorting themselves out. All that's left for me to do is finish my papers, hang out with Adam, work on my knitting mojo, and figure out how to style the back of my hair on the left side- it's tricky.

Some things are better than yarn.

He's one of them.