Have painted my nails for the first time in years. Forgot how obnoxious painted nails are, if you don't want them chipped all over the place. Or maybe I just use my nails more than most. Anyway, less than 12 hours into it, the ends are chipped all to hell. Boo.
I will be bitter for the rest of my life that these zombie shoes are not made in my size. FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. This should really not surprise me, as the number of awesome/hot shoes in my size, worldwide, is probably around six. But... but... zombies. :(
The obvious solution is to find shoes that DO fit me (which will be an expensive and difficult adventure in and of itself) and then find a way to very carefully paint zombies on them that does not ruin them completely. Or figure out how to make shoes.
Dammit. Now it's not enough that I want to learn how to sew my own clothes, I want to be a shoemaker. WHY DO I NOT KNOW EVERYTHING.
So, this semester's reading was a tea party, as the magazine theme was loosely based on Alice in Wonderland. This leads to speculation of what to do next semester. Ideas thus far:
... I may need to brainstorm for a while, yet.