finally finished messing with my tights for alvan's item. frankly after i was done i just thought "oh my god. chomby and the fungus balls" because for some reaosn the tulle bunches up and out in little balls from the tights instead of lying flat against my skin. DAMNIT. i really ought to read the book my sister borrowed-- home economics for the domestically challenged. hur hur. my leg hurts cos i accidentally sewed the tulle to the tights to my skin. yes. freaking RETARDED itwas only after i pulled the thread straight that i went "... ow. ow. OW. omg!"
went back to dhs today with kazua and pink panther hoho. we have concluded that the food there is damn cheap. wrote notes to mr kiw since we completely did not manage to peng4 mian4 and i was horrified by how much chinese i'd forgotten. thank goodness for chinese dictionaries in phones heh.
of course tt deserves greater mention, but since time, time, time....
oh and of all things haha guess who we ran into there? justis! very obviously he didn't have a clue who the heck i was but oh wells only goes to show how small th world is. i'm glad i said hi even if i felt quite like an idiot after he looked so quizzically at me hoho but see see see this is part of my initiative (my white paper, hur hur) to be less antisocial and more friendly. it's not like it's working marvellously, though.
so many things keep cropping up. AHH time! at my back i always hear time's winged chariot hurrying near. in the middle of sewing my costume my mum came upstairs and told us "eh you'd better go and check to see what's wrong with that dog of yours there's blood all over the place". turns out he'd managed somehow to slice his paw open and bleed everywhere. left to our own devices we tried to fix it a little, but nearly got bitten for our efforts. bleh. ther eis now gentian violet all over the floor. and the silly black lump kicked off the first bandage i tied to his foot and gave me an especially scary glower as i was trying to dab away all the blood from the cut. HUMPHS.
my sis is still the only one who can handle him properly. hoho. she really ought to take vet sci she'd be a natural.
1.26am, dance at 9am, and i need to go practise now. NO MORE BLOGGING.
i've still got sand in my shoes
and i can't shake the thought of you