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Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid coat.
Got back from dance last night, spent until 11pm with mother cutting out and hemming tiny pieces of red material for the crosses on the arms. Bloody Seifer. Why couldn't he have chosen something nice and simple? Like dots. To match the Hyperion. Come to think of it, circles might have been harder. Anyway, we were both overtired and our conversation went something like
This isn't a rectangle!
Yes it is!
It isn't!
I can't cut well, okay?
It's a house roof!
What?
I can't make this into a rectangle if it's a house roof!
Try!
Don't say I didn't warn you!
..and so on. That WAS fun.
Then spent most of this morning handsewing the bloody things on. And now mother is wrestling with the instructions for the sleeves, having declared me useless. Which I am >.< She's welcome to the bloody sleeves and their horrible gatheringness.
Anyway, I got to relax properly for one of the first times these hols (ie. no dance/cleaning/sewing) and had lunch in Woden with friendsen. And then got my bikini line waxed. Which wasn't actually all that bad, despite the lady's ever-so-helpful comments
This is your first time? Ooh, it's going to HURT
Have you shaved there before? Ooh, it's REALLY going to HURT
That type of wax is quicker. But it HURTS MORE.
And because I hadn't taken my antihistamines my skin went VERY bright red and she panicked and ran out to get me soothing cream. Heh. Then went skating with sore inner thighs, and declare my leg muscles dead until further notice.
Something really needs to be done about the fact that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tammaiya's birthday is in 9 days and I still have a frighteningly long way to go on her fic. And there's noone on MSN to distract me. Right. Off I go.
Got back from dance last night, spent until 11pm with mother cutting out and hemming tiny pieces of red material for the crosses on the arms. Bloody Seifer. Why couldn't he have chosen something nice and simple? Like dots. To match the Hyperion. Come to think of it, circles might have been harder. Anyway, we were both overtired and our conversation went something like
This isn't a rectangle!
Yes it is!
It isn't!
I can't cut well, okay?
It's a house roof!
What?
I can't make this into a rectangle if it's a house roof!
Try!
Don't say I didn't warn you!
..and so on. That WAS fun.
Then spent most of this morning handsewing the bloody things on. And now mother is wrestling with the instructions for the sleeves, having declared me useless. Which I am >.< She's welcome to the bloody sleeves and their horrible gatheringness.
Anyway, I got to relax properly for one of the first times these hols (ie. no dance/cleaning/sewing) and had lunch in Woden with friendsen. And then got my bikini line waxed. Which wasn't actually all that bad, despite the lady's ever-so-helpful comments
This is your first time? Ooh, it's going to HURT
Have you shaved there before? Ooh, it's REALLY going to HURT
That type of wax is quicker. But it HURTS MORE.
And because I hadn't taken my antihistamines my skin went VERY bright red and she panicked and ran out to get me soothing cream. Heh. Then went skating with sore inner thighs, and declare my leg muscles dead until further notice.
Something really needs to be done about the fact that
tammaiya's birthday is in 9 days and I still have a frighteningly long way to go on her fic. And there's noone on MSN to distract me. Right. Off I go.