Painting, Persperation, Pandimonium, Pop, Pokemon, and Poop
Things happening lately have been brought to you by the letter P!
Painting:
I'm currently painting a few walls for the lady who gives me massages. She's horridly allergic to paint. I get paid in massages and cookies! Rock. However, the lady that lived there before, painted her ENTIRE interior with sealed bathroom paint. This stuff is made to keep anything from getting through it or sticking to it. So I have to go back on monday and do a second coat. It's all streaky and has spots where the paint won't stick. *sigh*
Perspiration:
While painting, I didn't realize how hard I was working until I finished, and nearly passed out because I had worked myself so hard. Go me.
Pandemonium:
Still having small issues with living in pseudo-brother's basement. Things are improving bit by bit, but sometimes they suddenly slide back like a greased pig on a glacier.
Pop:
The Coca-cola at Microsoft tastes like Perfume. I don't know if it's because it's at Microsoft, or just a crappy batch. I should bring one home and try it after a few days in our fridge...
Pokemon:
The madness continues. I've never actually gotten to the "end". I know there's no real end to the game, but I consider it when you see the credits. I did that two days ago. At the same time I'm like "Yeah! I beat a game!" and "Oh man... I'm 25 and I'm playing Pokemon!" Bittersweet, really. I've learned to tap into my inner geek-ness, and I have followed what I love to play.
I also have found the need to have every single Pokemon there is out there. I started transferring them from my old cartridges (6 per cartridge per day), and whilst walking around half-price books, they had a version I did not yet have for CHEAP. I buy it and as soon as I get in my car, in goes the cartridge. "BZZZVLZLJVLZKDBN ZKLMFDGAJN..." is all that comes out. I pop it out, do the "Nintendo blow" and lo and behold, someone decided to sell their Pokemon ruby after spending nearly 1,000 hours on it! Woot, less work for me.
Poop:
Jake and I have been trying to get out of the dangerzone with money situations. He says we are now past the orange part.
"What the hell is orange?"
"It's just above red before green"
"I thought that was brown. Y'know red + green = brown"
"actually it's yellow. I was talking about the light spectrum, NOT the poop spectrum"
It then cascaded into how if poop was money my husband would be king.
Painting:
I'm currently painting a few walls for the lady who gives me massages. She's horridly allergic to paint. I get paid in massages and cookies! Rock. However, the lady that lived there before, painted her ENTIRE interior with sealed bathroom paint. This stuff is made to keep anything from getting through it or sticking to it. So I have to go back on monday and do a second coat. It's all streaky and has spots where the paint won't stick. *sigh*
Perspiration:
While painting, I didn't realize how hard I was working until I finished, and nearly passed out because I had worked myself so hard. Go me.
Pandemonium:
Still having small issues with living in pseudo-brother's basement. Things are improving bit by bit, but sometimes they suddenly slide back like a greased pig on a glacier.
Pop:
The Coca-cola at Microsoft tastes like Perfume. I don't know if it's because it's at Microsoft, or just a crappy batch. I should bring one home and try it after a few days in our fridge...
Pokemon:
The madness continues. I've never actually gotten to the "end". I know there's no real end to the game, but I consider it when you see the credits. I did that two days ago. At the same time I'm like "Yeah! I beat a game!" and "Oh man... I'm 25 and I'm playing Pokemon!" Bittersweet, really. I've learned to tap into my inner geek-ness, and I have followed what I love to play.
I also have found the need to have every single Pokemon there is out there. I started transferring them from my old cartridges (6 per cartridge per day), and whilst walking around half-price books, they had a version I did not yet have for CHEAP. I buy it and as soon as I get in my car, in goes the cartridge. "BZZZVLZLJVLZKDBN ZKLMFDGAJN..." is all that comes out. I pop it out, do the "Nintendo blow" and lo and behold, someone decided to sell their Pokemon ruby after spending nearly 1,000 hours on it! Woot, less work for me.
Poop:
Jake and I have been trying to get out of the dangerzone with money situations. He says we are now past the orange part.
"What the hell is orange?"
"It's just above red before green"
"I thought that was brown. Y'know red + green = brown"
"actually it's yellow. I was talking about the light spectrum, NOT the poop spectrum"
It then cascaded into how if poop was money my husband would be king.