March 28, 2003 :: 9:59 a.m.
Friday Five and other things
I don't really wear makeup. Well, actually, I don't ever wear any makeup at all. Because I look pretty stupid in it. And yet I have a gargantuan collection of lip stuff and eye stuff and tools with which to apply said stuff. Sometimes, flying in the face of logic and reason, I'm struck by the urge to bring out my arsenal and use it up. This never ends well. This morning I decided that since I've got my red plaid pants and black hoodie going on, I may as well throw in some black eye shadow and red lip gloss to go along with it. I love the black eye shadow that I have, but it's messy as all hell. As such, I just spent ten minutes cleaning black smudges and dust from under my eyes. I'm rather sure that I still I look like a raccoon on crack, and despite its present neat, newly-applied appearance, it'll smudge and crease and disappear within a few hours. Blah. Someone out there with far more experience in these matters than myself needs to let me know how to solve this problem.
*fast forward two and a half hours*
Man, I'm having a serious case of typo disease this afternoon. I can't type for shit at the moment, which is sad, because it means that when I take this into Word to spell-check it I may actually get reprimanded by the little red lines of misspelling. I hate that. I don't have a whole lot of virtues, but one thing that I've always had going for me is that I'm a very good speller. So my fingers need to recover from their epilepsy sometime soon or I'm going to have to start mourning the loss of my one great skill.
I have to fill out a "new student survey" before class this afternoon, and drop it off in the Business and Economics office. Blah de blah. I don't really think I'm the best person to get an opinion from when it comes to this place, personally, but whatever.
Dammit, I want to itch my eyes. Another reason that I don't wear makeup, especially of the eye variety, is because my eyes are constantly itchy, and even when they're not itchy I have the urge to pick at them anyway. So eye shadow never lasts very long with me. Thus far I've held back, but right now I feel like I've got a boulder-sized crusty lodged in the corner of my right eye, and I don't know how much longer I can go without picking it out. One exercise in restraint coming right up.
There are some things that I need rather immediately. A new hard-drive, for one. I'm down to 1.72 GB of free space on a 20 GB drive. It's sad and embarrassing and I've had to abstain from downloading things, which makes me a very unhappy little monkey. I could also use a larger CD case, as the one have right now is both annoying and much too small. I have bunches of CDs sitting around, still in their cases, because I have nowhere to put them. Drat. Emergency liposuction would also be a nice thing to have, but I could never afford it. And I'm not sure if I'd be comfortable having my fat vacuumed out. That's just creepy.
And now, the Friday Five:
1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week?
Teaching myself to knit without severe brain hemorrhaging.
2. What one person touched your life this week?
Oh, christ. Does it have to be someone other than Adam? Because he'd be my immediate answer. He touches my life is a good, warm-feeling way. But let's say that Amanda's Brian touched my life in a very fucking creepy and wrong way. It was all slimy. He should go far away before I have the money to get to New York and literally rip him a new one for being a cheating, statutory raping bastard.
3. How have you helped someone this week?
I helped a rat. Or I will be around the end of the semester, rather. Dr. Pettice asked me if I wanted a rat yesterday, and since I think rats are cute and I don't want it to be given to Zoo America as snake food, I said surely. So yeah, I guess I helped a rat. Go me for liking rodents.
4. What one thing do you need to get done by this time next week?
My next English paper. What terrific fun.
5. What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place?
I think we're approaching the realm of the 12-step program here. Scary. I don't know... if I were guaranteed immunity, I'd probably kill Emily. That would make my world a much sunnier place. Unfortunately I'm too fat to move with the stealth that murder requires, so there will be none of that. I probably won't do anything, really. I'm not much with the pro-active.
End.
back & forth
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