Dec 26, 2008 02:48
so i might be starting to believe in karma or something because at around midnight, i was being a total lard-ass and making myself a grilled-cheese sandwich, and i made a stupid move for no reason and touched the bottom of the george foreman grill, burning three of my fingers.. WHY WAS THE BOTTOM SO HOT? WHY DOES THE BOTTOM NEED TO BE SO HOT?!
well anyway it hurt like a mother, and i don't know why my mom ever gave me the stupid advice to hold my earlobes with burnt fingers because that did FUCK-ALL to stop the pain. i also tried the dip-in-oil method, but that did nothing. i ate the sandwich in pain and it wasn't even that tasty. so i was a fatty and didn't even enjoy it.
i then held an ice cube until it melted in my hand, numbing it completely, but it felt better. then i put on two centimeters of nivea handcreme.
and still, karma's a bitch.
lesson learned: don't eat such lardy midnight snacks.
i caved and am downloading before the arrival. but it's ok.
i can't wait.
i can't think of any ideas for how i will cut my hair next...
i want short hair, i want long hair, i want it all...
so you'd think it would be easy to find a hairstyle of varying lengths that is interesting and cool, but then TRY FINDING A PICTURE OF IT. and...
i need someone to cut it anyway, since i'm afraid nancy is too conventional to try anything funky, and since romana's all the way in illinois, i just don't know..
my mom wants to cut my hair herself but.. i dunno, man....
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