Seventh Grade and Other Stuff

I apologize in advance for how disjointed this is going to be.

It turns out that I wouldn't have had much of a chance to knit at jury duty. They brought in enough people to select juries for two cases and, luckily, one settled almost immediately. So I was out of there by 10:45. The good news was that I didn't have to sit there all day not knitting (I brought 3 books and the jury holding tank had internet access, but still). The bad news, of course, was that I couldn't really rationalize not going into the office. Oh well.

Oh and in my mission to finish UFOs, I finished up a scarf that I started in November 2005. Once I find the cable for our camera, I'll post pictures. Of course, Bug will be my model.

I also decided to sign on for Project Spectrum, so I will have to cast on something in the appropriate colors. The scarf I just finished would have worked colorwise, but since I started it forever ago and finished in January, I'll have to do something else. I do have the yarn for a navy and cream hat in Cashsoft, so that could work. The reason I signed on for this at all is because I have a hank of green, yellow, and pink Schaeffer Anne sock yarn that was just waiting for the right project.

Ok, so now for the seventh grade portion of the program. Doof is a seventh grader (I still can't believe she's that old) and she and her friends have some interesting ways of saying things. And when like isn't every third word, it can be pretty funny. For example, every girl I have ever met has a certain euphemism for that less than fun week every month. Doof and her friends call it "TOM" as in time of the month. Yeah, I was slow and she had to explain her acronym And when Doof realized she didn't have sufficient supplies, she said that she had forgotten "TOM's luggage." Hee.

Doof has been at the same school since kindergarten, so she has spent a lot of time with the same kids.* As far back as I can remember, she has had something of a love hate (well, mostly hate hate) relationship with Icky Vicky. Lately, things have been rather chilly between them, to the point where Doof didn't invite Icky Vicky to her birthday party and Icky Vicky wanted to know why. And then she started grilling Doof about whether Doof or any other girl had problems with her. Doof, being the diplomat and unwilling to speak for her friends (even if she knew what they thought), said no. Well, it sort of came out that one of the other girls was more than willing to tell Icky Vicky that they don't enjoy inviting her to parties because she always creates drama. Sidenote: Boy do I not miss seventh grade.

Next thing you know, Icky Vicky starts yelling at Doof out by their lockers, calling her a liar and a brat and so forth. She made my Doof cry. But another student saved the day, by telling Icky Vicky very clearly:

You aren't being very nice. You should go away.

Icky Vicky had no comeback. I don't know that I would either. That could be the crane technique of middle school insults.


* While I could go on for hours about why I am not a fan of that school, I'll save that for later.