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Boy, I sure do love being a woman.
Especially when I have shitty small pads that I apparently cannot place correctly, and am wearing cream-colored pants.
And this on top of getting too little sleep.
... All week.
Apparently Wednesday is the new Monday. Who knew?
On the upside, though, I got free cotton candy, and my mom was willing to run me back to school for my life drawing class so I could come home without having to worry about wasting another hour on that goddamn bus route afterwards. And coming home meant I could get clean clothes (black pants now, thank you), a soothing hot shower, and something substantial to eat. I had planned to use the time at school between classes to work on Catch You, but dammit, this took precedence!
... Also, a bee fell in my hair on the way home. That was strange. O_o;
Especially when I have shitty small pads that I apparently cannot place correctly, and am wearing cream-colored pants.
And this on top of getting too little sleep.
... All week.
Apparently Wednesday is the new Monday. Who knew?
On the upside, though, I got free cotton candy, and my mom was willing to run me back to school for my life drawing class so I could come home without having to worry about wasting another hour on that goddamn bus route afterwards. And coming home meant I could get clean clothes (black pants now, thank you), a soothing hot shower, and something substantial to eat. I had planned to use the time at school between classes to work on Catch You, but dammit, this took precedence!
... Also, a bee fell in my hair on the way home. That was strange. O_o;
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I don't think this bee stung me, but it was weird. I was walking under a flowering citrus tree so I thought the impact was a bud falling on me, so I reached up to pick it out and then it wasn't in my hand anymore. WTF.
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Free cotton candy is always good though.
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... even when I somehow get bright pink stains from it on my favorite shirt.
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And when I was small, god I'll never forget that, I was in my aunt's vacation house and a goddamn COCKROACH flew straight into my hair and got tangled.
Whenever I see a cockroach nowadays, all I feel is hatred. My hair is sacred, dammit.
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And... khfislgiuzhsl EWWW. *cries* I hate cockroaches even WITHOUT ever having had one fly into my hair. ewewewewewwww.
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At least I've got decent pads now.