First Pair of Socks!

So I've been knitting for a while, but until this last week had never made a sock. It's not that it's so challenging to make a sock, it's more that I didn't have the right equipment. Then this summer I got some more double pointed needles and suddenly, socks were within my grasp. I made some attempts at making a sock while at school, but I kept putting it aside and pulling it out to discover that the stitches had all slipped off while I was neglecting it. So I decided to wait until I was home for winter break.

I got home and then I did it. I made a sock!

The aforementioned sock.

Then I started to make a mate for this sock.

The progress of sock number 2.

For comparison.

This particular yarn is very thin and I got a little bored. I decided that I wanted to knit some socks that wouldn't take as long. I looked through my stash and found I had some wool yarn I could use. Long story short, I now have a pair of knitted woolen socks.

The pair on their own.

And on my feet.

Another angle of them on my feet.

So yeah, socks. I can make those now.

Worst Hot Chocolate Ever

I don't drink coffee, and I don't like most teas. My hot beverage of choice is hot chocolate, which is why I get sad when I drink bad hot chocolate. Normally it's just a disappointment. Then there are nights like last night.

I ordered my hot chocolate in a to go cup.

The evil cup.

I left the cafe and took a sip. BLAM! The lid popped off and spilled onto my shirt.

That's the stain. It didn't actually photograph well, but it was noticeable to  people who saw me.

The only saving grace about spilling my hot chocolate on myself? It was less "hot chocolate" and more "warm milk that vaguely tastes like chocolate if you really taste carefully". So I didn't get burned, and the stain could have been worse.

I think the anger at spilling it on myself is what made me take a while to realize that it didn't taste, well, like hot chocolate.

I'm still looking for an explanation as to why I ended up drinking the whole thing.

You can actually see the lack of chocolate-y ness.

Keeping the Weirdness Close

My standard answer when someone asks "where's so-and-so?" is to very casually say "Oh, I killed him and threw him in a ditch". 

This happened at dinner and my friends proved why they're my friends. They responded like this:

Friend 1: *nods approvingly*

Friend 2: "Approved."

Friend 3: "Sounds reasonable."

Later I was walking down the hall and heard someone I didn't know say "Where's my roommate?" I came so close to saying, "I killed her and threw her in a ditch" BUT I DIDN'T! I stopped myself from confusing some poor girl.

I feel I deserve a cookie. 

I tried to take a picture of myself eating the cookie but it turned out...less than flattering.

It was a yummy cookie.