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Aug. 25th, 2009 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lightrobberI... I should update this thing, but. I don't know what to put here, so here goes random nothing.
-> I kinda sorta promised a picspam of my seaside times with a friend a while ago.
-> Now I have another picspam from the open-air museum we went to on Sunday.
-> I'm in the process of changing apartments. Mom thinks she's found a few good places not too far from where we live right now and she'll be making some calls tomorrow. We need to move out before 31st.
-> I still don't have the guts to kick my mom out.
-> Come 29th, I'll owe you another picspam from Cosplay Con Riga '09.
-> And come Sept. 7th, I'll be starting Japanese again. \o/
-> You've got sad eyes tonight,/ Sad like waning smoke. ///ffff, breaking out in a random sad song; providing an impromptu translation as the song is not in English.
-> Remembered something I wanted to add, forgot while typing up the above line.
-> Nope, still don't remember.
-> NOW I remembered. Owe my coworker a BIG poster of swans in sunrise. Hand-drawn. And coloured. For her wedding. Which is on 2nd Sept. The A1 sheet is still rolled up and tossed in a pile of clothes. Hasn't moved from the spot ever since I bought it on 14th.
-> ...did I mention I painted the windows last week? And applied plaster to a tile stove (and a few dents in the wall)? The whole process ended up being a touch ridiculous if one would be observing from the side: paint one frame, go trowel some plaster, check what's happening on the internets, paint another frame, trowel some more plaster, paint a bit, run around the room looking for a bowl to wash hands in because the sink is full of dirty dishes, check up on the internets, make a sandwich, make cocoa, go back to troweling, then paint, then trowel some more, then the internets and another sandwich (with cheese). // The next day: grind the dry plaster a bit, see how much dust is coming off, say fuck this and decide to do it after the furniture has been moved out.
-> I've. Sorta. Developed a liking for fresh cauliflower.
-> I like trowels.
-> I also like taking pictures.
-> I have no pictures of a trowel-wielding me. Yet.
-> I make miracles happen.
-> Our last dream stop/ Has to be the paradise./ Has to be the paradise. ///yet again random lyrics and an impromptu translation.WTF, I wrote "impromptu" as "imprompty" for the second time. =/ Sure the u/y confusion makes perfect sense. In Russian. >/
ALSO.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ninja_high. It's like addictive crack. I'm hooked. And here I was, telling myself I'll never get involved in another RP ever again. faaaaaail.
-> I kinda sorta promised a picspam of my seaside times with a friend a while ago.
-> Now I have another picspam from the open-air museum we went to on Sunday.
-> I'm in the process of changing apartments. Mom thinks she's found a few good places not too far from where we live right now and she'll be making some calls tomorrow. We need to move out before 31st.
-> I still don't have the guts to kick my mom out.
-> Come 29th, I'll owe you another picspam from Cosplay Con Riga '09.
-> And come Sept. 7th, I'll be starting Japanese again. \o/
-> You've got sad eyes tonight,/ Sad like waning smoke. ///ffff, breaking out in a random sad song; providing an impromptu translation as the song is not in English.
-> Remembered something I wanted to add, forgot while typing up the above line.
-> Nope, still don't remember.
-> NOW I remembered. Owe my coworker a BIG poster of swans in sunrise. Hand-drawn. And coloured. For her wedding. Which is on 2nd Sept. The A1 sheet is still rolled up and tossed in a pile of clothes. Hasn't moved from the spot ever since I bought it on 14th.
-> ...did I mention I painted the windows last week? And applied plaster to a tile stove (and a few dents in the wall)? The whole process ended up being a touch ridiculous if one would be observing from the side: paint one frame, go trowel some plaster, check what's happening on the internets, paint another frame, trowel some more plaster, paint a bit, run around the room looking for a bowl to wash hands in because the sink is full of dirty dishes, check up on the internets, make a sandwich, make cocoa, go back to troweling, then paint, then trowel some more, then the internets and another sandwich (with cheese). // The next day: grind the dry plaster a bit, see how much dust is coming off, say fuck this and decide to do it after the furniture has been moved out.
-> I've. Sorta. Developed a liking for fresh cauliflower.
-> I like trowels.
-> I also like taking pictures.
-> I have no pictures of a trowel-wielding me. Yet.
-> I make miracles happen.
-> Our last dream stop/ Has to be the paradise./ Has to be the paradise. ///yet again random lyrics and an impromptu translation.
ALSO.
ninja_high. It's like addictive crack. I'm hooked. 
