Monday, May 31, 2010

The End of an Era

So, I'm not very good at growing up and changing. Well, atleast, whenever big changes happen, I kick my feet, dig in my heels, and complain at the top of my lungs. Nobody said I was meek. As a matter of fact, I think stubbornness is a point of pride with me.

(I heard all that jeering from the peanut gallery, btw.)

Another school year winds down to a close, ushering in a lot of new changes. A lot. Quite a few of the girls are graduating from knitting club, and I'm going to miss their company alot. Not that I'm not happy for them, they're going on to do almost exactly what they want with their lives to a T. I'm really happy for them! But the selfish part of me whines "What about me? Why am I getting left behind!" I told you it was whiny and selfish.

It reminds me that my life is slowly drifting away from the pace of college life. No more panic induced periods of studying feverishly for exams. Instead of waking up to that first class in the morning, or not, as the case may be, I'm in a 9-5 8-4'ish job. Goodbye late night, middle of the week drinking escapades. If I show up to work hung over, I'm liable to drop a 4L jar of methanol. And no more rental life for me, we just got a new house. What I want to know is when the hell did I get old and want to live in the suburbs?! WTF! When did I love a quiet neighborhood? As if to add insult to injury, I've discovered 3 more white hairs on my head. Now, if I part my hair differently, you actually can see them. God, when did I grow up and get old!

Did I say something about growing old gracefully? Screw that, I'm growing old immaturely! Kicking and screaming the whole way, screw this whole getting more mature with age thing. To commemorate things a bit, I've started a secret project. Sorry ladies, no pictures... yet. I've got one done, but I still have several more to go. It's surprized me with the level of difficulty inherent in working on it, but I finally got the hang of it on the third try. I'm really excited about it. But I suppose I should go do grown up things now, like unpack.
Welcome to Crazytown, where my friends have proclaimed me queen. Why did they do that you ask? For some reason, there's very little that I fear about knitting. Hmm, a dress in laceweight done in lace knitting written by vogue? Sounds great! I have very few inhibitions when it comes to knitting, and that sometimes ends disasteriously. Apparently, other people think this signifies a level of crazy that only the royalty can attain. Follow along with my escapades as I dive head first into all sorts of insane techniques and projects without much more than an "Oh! That looks pretty, I can make it!"

Those will probably be my famous last words.