Shamelessly stolen concept...
...BECAUSE I CLEARLY NEED MORE WAYS TO PROCRASTINATE.
No, actually, I do. I keep honing skills that result in increased efficiency relating to my current procrastinations, so I need new ones.
apatheia-jane has introduced me to a nanowrimo knockoff that appeals to my nagging knowledge that I will never complete nanowrimo while I still have exams on. Wrisomifu which I gather translates to "write something you miserable fuck". Um so here I go I guess.
I think I have face leprosy. Which is a bad thing because I want to be looking ~fabulous~ by Friday for Queen Britney and the Thousand Dollar Night Out. It started off with a rather innocuous pimple last week which yes, I bothered a little too much, and then in my sleep I scratched the scab off or something (idk idk, don't ask me). Now it's a spreading lumpy red lump taking over the left side of my face that is impervious to all spot-zapping products that I use. It's actually almost as if the spot-zapping products are feeding the monster that will eat my face. I even put ice on it today, just as a temporary and desperate attempt to convince myself that I didn't have face leprosy.
It was a bust.
My dog ate the ice cube.
I just wrote a whole LJ entry about a spot. Woo hoo.
Having gone to check on the blighter, I swear it's grown a centimetre since Eastenders*. This will not do, I am wearing a white dress with red dots on it for Friday, I do not want to be white with red dots myself. There is such thing as too much matchy matchy.
Five sleeps til Britney!
*NB: Hannah is prone to outrageous exaggerations.
No, actually, I do. I keep honing skills that result in increased efficiency relating to my current procrastinations, so I need new ones.
apatheia-jane has introduced me to a nanowrimo knockoff that appeals to my nagging knowledge that I will never complete nanowrimo while I still have exams on. Wrisomifu which I gather translates to "write something you miserable fuck". Um so here I go I guess.
I think I have face leprosy. Which is a bad thing because I want to be looking ~fabulous~ by Friday for Queen Britney and the Thousand Dollar Night Out. It started off with a rather innocuous pimple last week which yes, I bothered a little too much, and then in my sleep I scratched the scab off or something (idk idk, don't ask me). Now it's a spreading lumpy red lump taking over the left side of my face that is impervious to all spot-zapping products that I use. It's actually almost as if the spot-zapping products are feeding the monster that will eat my face. I even put ice on it today, just as a temporary and desperate attempt to convince myself that I didn't have face leprosy.
It was a bust.
My dog ate the ice cube.
I just wrote a whole LJ entry about a spot. Woo hoo.
Having gone to check on the blighter, I swear it's grown a centimetre since Eastenders*. This will not do, I am wearing a white dress with red dots on it for Friday, I do not want to be white with red dots myself. There is such thing as too much matchy matchy.
Five sleeps til Britney!
*NB: Hannah is prone to outrageous exaggerations.