That is a bad focal point.

So I thought the day was going to be a good one. I woke up to a hearty bowl of Honey Comb. I had no problem finding a parking spot. In my early morning POSC class I got back a test in which I received a 90%.

IT ALL WENT DOWNHILL FROM THERE.

I got a parking ticket. It wasn't my fault. The system is set up against you. Frigging MUNPO should be out preventing sexual assaults, NOT MESSING WITH MY CHEVY CAVALIER.

My Mom flipped over the $20 fine and said I should "Get a job if I plan on keeping up with these unruly spending habits." BECAUSE I PLANNED ON THAT TICKET, SHOPPED AROUND FOR A BAD PARKING PLACE IN FACT.

Then at painting class my instructor used my painting as an example of where you shouldn't put trees. I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE TALENTED AND I'M NOT, DON'T EMBARRASS ME IN FRONT OF THE RETIREES.

The only thing I have going for me is my scarf. And man, is it great.

Violet scarf, 20 stitches
Day Three
126cm long (that's about 4.2 feet for those who can't picture it)


I'm hoping to be able to wear it by the weekend and to end up somewhere around 8 feet when it's all said and done.