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Am almost done with the second-to-last painting in a series of seven. (Well, er, third to last technically, but I went out of order after deciding the third to last wasn't... thirdy enough. Or something.) I haven't painted in the eyes yet... It's sort of creepy. I mean, the lashes and the scleras are there but no... irises or pupils. Just little angry eyebrows and eye-skeletons.
Um, there was a Firefly marathon on today... Great show, excellent writing, space cowboys yeee.
Went to the eye doctor to see if there was any specific reason or cause of my constant tension headaches and aches behind my eye and whatnot. I still think it's mostly because I have so much hair and it's so damn heavy that it's putting strain on my neck (stfu that's a perfectly valid reason), which doesn't really explain the eye pain. So now I know that I have a slight astigmatism and am slightly far-sighted, both of which are minor problems and are normal fair for most people, and they can be corrected by glasses if the pain's bad enough.
D: I DON'T WANT GLASSES. I CAN BARELY HANDLE TEMPORARY JEWELRY, YOU WANT ME TO CARRY STUFF AROUND ON MY NOSE ALL DAY? NEIN. Plus I look icky in glasses, I mean, really? I look like a boy. ...More so than usual, I mean.
And then I went home and got on the computer, blah di blah nothing of interest, and stepped out into the hall and there was this burning smell. Rubber, or something. Dead animal. Dead animal made of rubber. Told mum, she smelled it to. She told dad, he noticed it, and I went to take a nap. I wake up and there are FIREMEN-AND-ONE-FIREWOMAN in my house! With axes! For no reason, apparently, because the smell was now gone, and there was a lot of stomping around that was probably not needed.
"WE WILL BATTLE THIS UNPLEASANT SCENT... WITH AXES. WE WILL CHOP THE TAINTED AIR INTO SUBMISSION... WITH AXES."
Aaand then mum and I went to the mall at like ten o'clock when all the scary people smoking are there to catch a movie, which was sold out, so we had some expensive and bad Japanese food, tried to get frozyog, got into a fight with the elevators, and left. EXCITING.
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Um, there was a Firefly marathon on today... Great show, excellent writing, space cowboys yeee.
Went to the eye doctor to see if there was any specific reason or cause of my constant tension headaches and aches behind my eye and whatnot. I still think it's mostly because I have so much hair and it's so damn heavy that it's putting strain on my neck (stfu that's a perfectly valid reason), which doesn't really explain the eye pain. So now I know that I have a slight astigmatism and am slightly far-sighted, both of which are minor problems and are normal fair for most people, and they can be corrected by glasses if the pain's bad enough.
D: I DON'T WANT GLASSES. I CAN BARELY HANDLE TEMPORARY JEWELRY, YOU WANT ME TO CARRY STUFF AROUND ON MY NOSE ALL DAY? NEIN. Plus I look icky in glasses, I mean, really? I look like a boy. ...More so than usual, I mean.
And then I went home and got on the computer, blah di blah nothing of interest, and stepped out into the hall and there was this burning smell. Rubber, or something. Dead animal. Dead animal made of rubber. Told mum, she smelled it to. She told dad, he noticed it, and I went to take a nap. I wake up and there are FIREMEN-AND-ONE-FIREWOMAN in my house! With axes! For no reason, apparently, because the smell was now gone, and there was a lot of stomping around that was probably not needed.
"WE WILL BATTLE THIS UNPLEASANT SCENT... WITH AXES. WE WILL CHOP THE TAINTED AIR INTO SUBMISSION... WITH AXES."
Aaand then mum and I went to the mall at like ten o'clock when all the scary people smoking are there to catch a movie, which was sold out, so we had some expensive and bad Japanese food, tried to get frozyog, got into a fight with the elevators, and left. EXCITING.
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