FIngerless mittens make gang signs a snap

You can't tell from the photo, but there are made from the most beautiful turquoise silk-merino blend ever. All the mermaidz are jealous. The pattern is "Fetching" from Ravelry, which is a lameass name that does not underly the fact that this is the most popular free knitting project on the internet. Whoa. I've joined the wooly masses and decided to make my own yesterday, and they knit up so fast I can barely remember casting on. AHHHH.

Inching closer to the realm of things that don't bore the rest of the world, my last day of work is Friday (or Saturday, technically, since that's clean-up day when we completely kill camp). This summer has gone by really fast, probably because I have a job I actually like. Last summer took years to complete because I was a useless lump of unproductivity, and I had the Unemployment Tan the first week of Vassar to prove it. I will never not do anything for that long again.

I may love my job, but I'm ready to not get up for anything anymore. I have this routine where I wake up at 7:45, get up at 7:55, make coffee, start the crossword, get ready, yell at Matthew, then speed off to camp at least five minutes late every single solitary day. I'm turning middle-aged and I don't like it. Time for some good old-fashioned teenage irresponsibility and no damn alarm clocks!

Vassar!

I just got back from a lovely lovely weekend at the Vass. I visited Sam and Jake and Tess and Brose and I drove three and a half hours each way to get there. This was the longest consecutive journey I've ever taken by about three hours, and so now I am disproportionately proud of myself.Driving makes me ten different kinds of nervous, but having my friends at the end of the Taconic State Parkway was as good an incentive as any to just get the fuck over it. The world feels a little smaller now.

P.S. Keep an eye out for "Hello, My Baby," the dazzling new musical that will clearly be all over Broadway in a matter of months. Twenty-two songs with absolutely nothing to do with the plot, kids forgetting their lines even though they were carrying their scripts, and such stellar writing as "The saloon died...just like Papa..."- what more could you even want?