Prrreeettty.

Actually, I think I look pretty good, but that wasn't what I was referring to. Mom took pictures, so I'm happy.

Basically, I did the Goth look again, except with more coverage. Black lace shirt, ripped black stockings for sleeves... Anf patterned pants on top of long underwear. I'm a cheap cold.

Also put lots of that nasty purple dye stuff in my hair. It's all brittle and crappy looking now.

On to other things besides my currently gorgeous self.

I wore big fake nails. And I have to ask, how the FUCK do women who wear these normally DO anything?

As a side note, there is glitter all over the floor under the computer. Stupid little container. At least it wasn't mine. *smirk*

I'm sure there was something else I wanted to talk about. Hrm.

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I have to pass this on, because it's just so completely awful... The new BBC 3 logo: http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/displayarticle.php?id=9361

My car, btw, is currently in the shop. Finally. Mom and I took it yesterday, so they can fix the headlight, grille and top piece. And inspect it, so I can renew my registration.

It's sad to look out the back window and not see it out there.

And I'm stuck at home all day, too. Sigh.

Oh well.

Mmm. Boxes.

So. Mom got herself a sewing machine for her birthday. As such, this required that she go hunting through boxes that weren't gone through since we moved here.

And I, being smart and cute, went along for the trip down memory lane.

I now have the first soccer jersey I wore, a blue top with the number 15 on the back. At least, I think it's mine.

And. I have My Little Ponys. A small boxfull. And they are mine, bwahahahahah. Because my sisters weren't here. ;)

There's also a Care Bear.

*cackles*