The Beaded Eye
Who can tell me what's wrong with this picture?
LOL.
The EM needs a new light seal.
Until the necessary kit arrives from the US, my beloved is benched.
Which is just as well, since right now I have no money for film.
Howling dogs outside.
How will I sleep?
And speaking of sleep,
Let sleeping pigs lie...
...but for me, it's time to wake up.
There's this RA position I'm in the running for. If things go well, I should be able to start around new years.
It's not glamorous and the pay is peanuts compared to what some are making... but I'm a nerd, and research is something I'm definitely into.
And I really have changed my mind about putting on the black and white.
So yay.
I can't deny it.
I love looking at makeup.
I love buying makeup.
I love putting on makeup.
I even love arranging my makeup in my makeup drawer.
But I love makeup that makes me look like I'm not wearing makeup.
HA HA HA HA.
I got Ron97 on my pants yesterday while filling up my dad's car. About half a liter's worth maybe. The sensor on the nozzle was broken and didn't stop the pump even though the tank was full.
Yuck.
I hate the smell of petrol.
And if saturated into clothing, the smell is bound to linger. Even if only psychological. I thought of just pulling them off and setting them on fire and good riddance! I already have a head start, the pants were already covered in the yucky stuff.
I abhor the smell of petrol!
My mom, on the other hand, loves it. Apparently it calmed her morning sickness when she was pregnant with me. I thought petrol fumes are hazardous to people, as well as unborn babies?
Does this then, explain why I'm so... weird?
Nobody answer that!!!
LOL.
The EM needs a new light seal.
Until the necessary kit arrives from the US, my beloved is benched.
Which is just as well, since right now I have no money for film.
Howling dogs outside.
How will I sleep?
And speaking of sleep,
Let sleeping pigs lie...
...but for me, it's time to wake up.
There's this RA position I'm in the running for. If things go well, I should be able to start around new years.
It's not glamorous and the pay is peanuts compared to what some are making... but I'm a nerd, and research is something I'm definitely into.
And I really have changed my mind about putting on the black and white.
So yay.
I can't deny it.
I love looking at makeup.
I love buying makeup.
I love putting on makeup.
I even love arranging my makeup in my makeup drawer.
But I love makeup that makes me look like I'm not wearing makeup.
HA HA HA HA.
I got Ron97 on my pants yesterday while filling up my dad's car. About half a liter's worth maybe. The sensor on the nozzle was broken and didn't stop the pump even though the tank was full.
Yuck.
I hate the smell of petrol.
And if saturated into clothing, the smell is bound to linger. Even if only psychological. I thought of just pulling them off and setting them on fire and good riddance! I already have a head start, the pants were already covered in the yucky stuff.
I abhor the smell of petrol!
My mom, on the other hand, loves it. Apparently it calmed her morning sickness when she was pregnant with me. I thought petrol fumes are hazardous to people, as well as unborn babies?
Does this then, explain why I'm so... weird?
Nobody answer that!!!
