PHOTOTIME
Yesterday had a strange feeling to it. My father came up and worked on my car while I sat on the pavement and watched. It took two hours but I passed the time by asking ridiculous questions my dad didn't want to answer. "What if we didn't put the fan back in?" "What if we put coolant in where the AC fluid should go?" "Can my car go to 400k miles?" He mentioned something about me inheriting Rocco, mum's car. I feel conflicted considering I'd like to buy my own. When I think about it, however, I'd just be buying another Volvo anyway. Damn you reliably made European cars! Secretly (not so secretly) I want a wagon. I have no idea why, it's not like I have kids or a dog. I just... Think a wagon would be cool.
Anyway- I am still working on my bee mask (seen above). It looks like some creepy black anteater which on second thought is cooler than a bee.