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So okay, apartment fixing talk:
We did the first painting of walls (and ceilings, but that's only one ceiling we have to do) today and at first I was like little panicking, not seeing much difference.
But now I keep staring at these walls and thinking: THEY'RE SO WHITE HOW DID WE EVEN-?!?!?!
Just for comparison:
Left: the present. Right: the past (see those yellow edges smudge, like all the cooking dirt from the past owners? WE MADE IT VANISH INTO THIN AIR BABY)
I'm currently staying at my new appartment for painting renovations. I do this three days working in the appartment, one day of rest-thingy. And when I left on Monday, I knew was going to be a bit colder the next days, so I prepared myself by bringing a vest.
Let me tell you: that's not enough. I had to wait outside for about ten minutes for the bus and it was cold.
Note to self; next time, bring a proper coat and/or jacket.
I really hate being sick, especially having a cold. My torso is warm enough; my legs, head and arms are doing fine; but my hands, my ankles and my feet are popsicles. And they won't get any warmer unless they are against something that radiates heath.
Oh yeah, and I can't breathe at night because my nose is closed off.
Guess I'm really Frozen Fever Elsa right?
The only thing better than the smell of your SO in your pillow and blankets is your SO actually laying beside you.
It's almost 2am, can't sleep and I miss him. The smell will have to do.
Why do I always forget that liking a reblog from my own posts is liking my own posts. Not that I don't like my post, that's the reason I made it in the first place, but I'm supposed to come across humble, gentle and not full of myself.
Alright that last bit was sarcastic, I actually don't really care what other people think of me, but I feel really awkward for liking my own posts, so I keep unliking them again... and again... and again...
and again...
and...
again.
Me: I want to play Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Also me, working on my Pyra cosplay: I want to play Xenoblade Chronicles 2
Also me, being very tired and want to relax: I want to play LoZ: Breath of the Wild.
Actually me: *dead tired, on my phone and meming my way through life on tumblr*
There is this thing that makes me so irritated and aggressive and I don't know where it comes from:
There is an event bound to happen any minute (my sister giving birth to my nephew) and you are in the loop of things but they aren't really frequent and it's very vague. So you come home from work, your mother looks at you and says: "Well, did you hear?"
Me: "No, I didn't, did she give birth?"
Mom: *hands up in the air and a expression I cannot read*
Me: *getting a bit annoyed because that is not an answer* "Mom, I don't know, did she?"
Mom: "Yes!"
Me, internally: WELL THEN YOU COULD'VE SAID SO RIGHT AWAY.
WHY WHY WHY
I FINALLY get a chance to write again and my laptop has been begging me to restart itself and give itself an update. I gave in and now it has been on 0% for ten minutes. I probably won't write a word tonight.
Why do I make these poor decisions all the fucking time?
