I own two things of nail polish. One is a lovely translucent-ish nude shade, reasonably tasteful, though boring. The other is black, for when I want to be a goth on Halloween. I've gotten pretty bored with my tasteful color after applying it a few times over the last year or two, so a few weeks or so ago, on a slow evening, I painted my toenails (sorry, Ben) black. A day or two later, though, imagine my horror when I discovered that I'd mislaid my nail polish remover and couldn't find it. Aaaa!!!!! The only thing worse than black nail polish is chipped black nail polish. Gross. So I've been applying coat after coat for the last two or three weeks to at least avoid chipped nail polish. This morning, however, while rooting around for one of my earrings of an ear of corn, heaven smiled upon me, and I finally found my nail polish remover. Words can't describe my excitement to go home after classes and take this off.
I hate to spoil the surprise element, but I have grandiose plans for some awesome snow art a la Calvin and Hobbes this winter. Just wait.
Autumn's here, and it feels great. I need to get outside more to enjoy it and all the leaves and hte crisp, grey evenings. Walks in the woods, etc. I'm just too lazy to actually take action. Crap!
I'm convinced that the introduction of Pirate English was a clever move by Facebook to distract people from the fact that they hate the new Facebook. Touche, Facebook. I actually like the new version.
