Hold on a second. MY OVARIES ARE EXPLODING!!! Why?? Because I thought about Garrett Hedlund. Damn is he fine.
Okay, so I really have nothing to talk about today. I lied to get out of work early, came home and pissed the day away, and dyed my hair again. XD This is the color-
Mahogany! 8D I love it. It's been a few months since I've dyed and damn does it feel good. My natural hair color these days looks like someone shat on Dolly Parton's wig, so needless to say, I figured I might as well go for unnatural and beautiful colors. Hmmm....maybe colored contacts will be next. I really like grey eyes. So etherial.
Fuck, my life is so pathetically boring. I don't have anything to complain about EXCEPT the fact that I'm so bored that I think I might spontaneously combust. And, if the boredom doesn't do me in, the twelve rice krispy treats I've eaten over the course of 3 hours might just murder me. Or at least turn me suicidal from the muffin tops and thunder thighs. All hail Thor! Though, if the saying "you are what you eat" holds any water this might turn out to be the most fantastic thing that's ever happened to me. Because then I could overcome my accute boredom by knawing off my own arm and delight in the marshmallowy deliciousness to satiate my botomless rice krispy demand. Veni Vidi Vici!!!
Which brings me to the topic of TNT. I've been told there is nothing better to cure boredom than blowing shit up (even a pyro has to get off on that yeah?). And while I'll admit that Adam and Jamie are the grand masters of this awesome art (well, next to Vesuvius...), I'm not gonna lie, I am a total dildo when it comes to explosions. Classic example? My lab partner and I had to quench a reaction with highly concentrated acid this past semester. The acid is so volatile it becomes gas within instants upon standing (basically, Holly go boom boom). My partner went first, and the pair of us were hiding behind the fume hood, peeping around the corner as one drop was precariously and softly added. Result? Puff the Magic friggin Dragon smoke. Snap, Crackle, Pop!
Mommy!!!!!
Yup, this is how much of a whimp I am. I was literally crouched in the fetal position as I painstakingly added the acid to the reaction mixture. Damn did I wish bomb shelters were portable that day. Though on the up side, even though I was whimpering like a baby, when my partner cleaned out his volumetric cylinder, he added the water too quickly and the mixture sparked and fumed like Iceland these past few days....and he screamed like a little girl. Love it.
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