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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Yes, it is a curling iron. I would trust a girl to know her hair products, I guess =)

So anyway, here, as promised, I give you the internet!
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Although why it has such a suggestive shape is beyond me. There are brilliant, brilliant, engineers, that could make a curling iron look more like a hair implement than another kind of implement.

... And that is all for today. For now. I may come back and lengthen this post later.

And I am back. It took me that long to get through 2 reports and part of a German assignment. I blame it mostly on the fact that I totally owned myself this morning.

So there I was, loading wet clothes into the drier, when I rammed my thumb straight into a chunk of very hard stuff. Like metal. Immediately, I recoiled in pain, falling to the floor. It was only my thumb, but really, I hit that chunk of metal really fast. I was bleeding under my fingernail. I think I was bleeding, or maybe it was just some very fast bruise formation. The upper half of my thumbnail turned a dark mix of red and blue, and mind you, it hurt. A lot.

So anyway, after a few minutes of groaning, I got up and uh, tested, my injury. It seemed fine. Some bleeding, apparently, but no broken nail, nothing shoved where there shouldn't be anything. Still, I am unable to apply pressure to my thumb in any way that presses the fleshy part of it against the nail. At least, without it hurting excruciatingly.

Which basically renders me incapable of writing with a pen. This is the most screwy thing ever. I can't write. And not being able to write sucks, especially when you planned to do some writing. With a pen.

Not that it matters, of course because I seem to have lost my pen. Curses! First my entire pencil case, and now this? Arrgghhhh. That pen brought me through the O' Levels. And I had it with me my entire stay at AJ. And I used it a lot. To write, to draw... I have entire, A4 page-sized doodles drawn with that pen. Okay, so it was a different ink, but the pen. The rubber grip on that pen was so exceptionally nice and soft, and smooth. When I use other people's G2s they all just feel wrong.

Sigh. I will start anew tomorrow, then. Hopefully I'll be able to write by then.
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-Joe

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