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Feather test Due to the availability, I bought two rolls of white craft foam instead of the black that I wanted. Decided to take advantage and experimented with painting them. One on the left was first primed with watered down modge podge and dried, which resulted in a glossy effect with the black acrylic paint. The right one was just painted directly on the foam, which turned out quite rough except for the blue portion in which I used glossy blue acrylic paint. I'm probably going to go with the modge podge primed one unless I find a better method, although I do like the idea of blue tipped feathers.
Being Filipino and trying to pronounce the name “Doug" before having ever heard of it before:
“Dog–uhh… Dowg…? Dawg—”
Her: i've never ridden on an airplane. I'd probably be, like, holding the parachute on my lap the whole time.
Me: oh. Uh, planes don't have parachutes.
Her: why not?
Me: i... don't know...
Me: *tries to say something funny mid-conversation*
Me: *gets no reaction*
Me: *internally* that was pathetic. that was pretty fucking pathetic, like, who am I trying to impress? i should just staple my mouth shut, i should fucking--
I was never one to take care of my looks. I was one of those people who shower, towel dry, comb my hair, and go out about my business.
Today, I plucked my eyebrows for the first time.
It was painful. My skin was hot and irritated. I was asking myself, “Why am I voluntarily subjecting myself to this torture?”
But at the end of it (and after several cool washes) I looked in the mirror.
And I felt good.
English is not my first language. In 4th grade, my teacher assigned an essay in class, and for some reason I forgot the words "they/their." Throughout the whole essay, I wrote "he/she" s and "him/her"s with slash and all.