To say that I am feeling “overwhelmed” right now would be the understatement of the century.
I may have an addiction to mascara, but I will never, ever pay full price for it — it’s not as if I’m likely to suddenly find myself without a single tube, after all! So I finally got to try this one I’ve been eyeing:
I like the premise… I don’t care how many people say it’s “so easy” to apply false eyelashes, I don’t think it is. And it looks… fake.
And these don’t look like false eyelashes, either. I actually liked this mascara quite a lot, but “Falsies” is a misnomer.
Another new-to-me Raw Revolution bar, tropical mango:
It surprised me that I absolutely loved the taste of this, since I don’t like mango at all. But — again — the grease!!!!
As previously documented, Monday was a less-than-stellar day. I did not discover until Tuesday just how awful it was.
We had some sort of crazy hail storm on Monday night. It shredded much of my gardens. 😦
This is quite shocking — if I hadn’t already been sitting down, I would have had to sit down — but the pool was open this week. I walked onto the deck, and immediately knew the water wouldn’t be warm — you can tell from the air temperature. It also didn’t look that different than it did two months ago, so I can’t figure out why it was closed. Maybe it looked a little cleaner, but really, what did they do, scrub the grout between the tiles with a toothbrush?! And the water was freezing. Like, 76° freezing. After one lap, my limbs were so numb that the temperature ceased to bother me; after three, my teeth were numb. Yeah, I didn’t know that was possible either.
I stayed, though. Because the only place I am ever really relaxed is in the water, and I desperately needed that. Proof is that I actually slept through the night afterward! That, however, is a feat which was not replicated the next night, because school-related anxiety did an awesome job of keeping me awake.
I have several projects due — not including the re-do of another assignment because I refuse to accept that grade — and I don’t even know where to start. I always feel a little better about such things once I have something down on paper, but this is entirely too overwhelming and I can’t even come up with that. This is the point at which I usually say that I don’t even care about the grade, I just want to get it done — but clearly, that isn’t true.
The two classes I am taking this semester are so similar in so many ways that I am constantly getting confused about what’s what… but it’s also a good thing in that I can combine a site visit for both of them. No, it’s not ideal; and no, I don’t care. Like I said, I have senioritis. At the same time, if anyone knows anything about tweens, or is one, (or remembers being one, because I sure as hell don’t!), your input would be much appreciated…
Especially since I attempted to combine said site visit tonight, and I nearly had a coronary. My GPS was sending me around and around in circles, and I got so lost it wasn’t even funny — because I was practically around the corner from where I needed to be all along. I wasted two hours that could have otherwise been spent in a productive fashion. I am not going there again. I can’t. This assignment is due in less than two weeks, and I am screwed.
Last night, I found a new-to-me apple variety in the supermarket. I am not actually posting about that, because I haven’t tried it yet. But I just wanted to point out why I don’t really care for Honeycrisp apples.
They are freaking. huge! I like smaller apples. My mom says, “Cut it in half.” Um, yeah. I like smaller apples because I think they’re sweeter. Halving an apple the size of a cantaloupe won’t help with that.
And while I’m pointing things out, I’d like to mention that clothing sizes are completely arbitrary. I’m sure we all knew that, but still. I was in Target earlier this week, and I always end up buying things I really don’t need… this time, it was these tops (I didn’t realize until I was in line that they match each other perfectly!). Anyway, they’re the same brand, same year.
I know that they’re different styles, and that the one on top is supposed to be a looser fit. But that one is a smaller size. I just found this rather… interesting.
It can just get in line, but my laptop hates me. I mentioned that it wasn’t reading my memory card; well, there’s nothing wrong with the card, because it works on my other laptop. There’s nothing wrong with my laptop, because the card from my SLR works just fine. It’s just a conspiracy to drive me insane. I guess it didn’t get the memo — I already am insane.
Seriously. I don’t know what to do.
But you have a great weekend.
“Hardware: the parts of a computer that can be kicked.”