Oh my stars and garters...
You know what I hate? When you don't get you check your reflection while you're out, and then when you get in six hours later you look in the mirror and Satan Himself stares back at you. I just end up wondering what the hell happened to make my face slowly crack like a CD in a microwave, and if there were any in-betweeny stages or if I just turned around and BAM! How does that even work? I leave the bathroom every morning looking reasonable and come back looking like jailbait roadkill.
The eyeliner stays in place, though. Curious.
In other news, here is a discussion I had with a friend about three weeks ago:
ME: HAY, they're doing a dub of Monster.
FRIEND: ORLY HUM I WONDER WHO WOULD BE WHO
[discussion]
ME: Lunge should totes have Batou's voice actor [Ghost in the Shell].
Here is the follow up conversation that happened yesterday:
ME: OH LOOK A VOICE CAST LIST.
FRIEND: Lunge's voiced by Richard Epcar.
ME: Huh?
FRIEND: That's Batou's VA.
ME: ... OH SHIT.
...
I am so screwed. Seriously. Why the fuck did I apply to Cambridge? What the hell was I thinking?