synthesized

i've gotten super obsessed with the lines i have in my forehead. i guess i could try to never move my face, but i'm always making crazy faces, and i don't think that's something that's going to change anytime soon.

here i am, hating my forehead trenches, making an insane face (to achieve prime wrinkle-age...that's an awesome pun, actually) and looking far too much like my grandma than i would like:


there was a ton of bad, faux-80s music in "music and lyrics," so i bought the soundtrack, of course. i'm currently listening to hugh grant sing along to a synthesizer. it's grand.

on my way to work for the second time today, the weather went from balmy and wonderful to cloudy and freezing. this forced me to buy a large little kid's sweatshirt from ackerman. the kids' stuff is about half the price of the adult clothing, so i'm willing to accept the fact that my super long ape forearms are too long for this sweatshirt's sleeves. i swear, i could run on my knuckles if i wanted to.

also, i'm getting my nose pierced in t-minus fourteen days. i'm only patient enough to wait exactly as many days as i need to for this medication to be totally out of my system. i think my skin should be able to handle it soon, because i'm pretty normalized at this point. i've stopped going through chapstick like it was candy or challah, my eyes aren't dry anymore (if it weren't for the beautiful sty, i'd have already started wearing my contacts again), and i don't feel like my face is in danger of cracking anymore. i honestly cannot believe that i didn't insist on doing this much, much earlier. i missed out on a lot, i think, and that's kinda depressing.