Do I remember this from a dream or my history? The perspective is different; I was smaller then. Removed from childhood but the remnants remain; one smile, a scar, and the childish urge to draw stripes across my cheeks at any given opportunity, and pretend I'm someone else.
A 365 I don't hate.
About an hour's worth of free time (in which I should be doing a history essay)
Been walking the dog.
Supposedly chinese food tonight.
Seeing friends tomorrow.
Things are looking up :)
I figured out gradients on gimp! Yaaaaaaaaaay! *victory dance*
Okaaaay, okay. Go do work. I'm on it. Weeeelll. No I'm not. Bite me.
I also forgot I still had the stripes on while I was out, and I ran into my uncle:
"No!" *motions face* "this!"
"Ooooh the stripes! Yeah, that's just me."