You guys know how I always rant about how I prefere studying at home? I get a lot more done and I'm all by myself so nobody sees me doing all the stupid things I do when I lose my concentration. At least, that's my theory.
Usually, I make sure the curtains are closed before I test if I can stand on my head as long as I lean against a wall (I couldn't. I'm seriously bad at balance stuff. Also, if you plan on trying it at home, take your belt off first. Landing on your finger with a belt buckle is seriously painful). Or try to see how far I can spit a pencil (quite a distance, though not with enough force to go through a sheet of paper). Or make interesting new foods (today it was omelette with feta cheese, or as I'd like to call it; feta cheese with eggs). I of course did the same today, but what I forgot to check was if the window was closed. So there I was, singing Braille by Regina Spektor at the top of my lungs, with the hairbrush-as-a-microphone-cliche of course, when I realized that the construction workers outside had not only stopped digging, but had left their large machines to take a cigarette break, right outside my window.
At least the world could have done me the favour of having the cute construction worker with the ponytail and the large ear rings notice me and think I was cute. He looked more shocked...I'm hoping the look he was going for wasn't mortified, but we'll never know.
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Usually, I make sure the curtains are closed before I test if I can stand on my head as long as I lean against a wall (I couldn't. I'm seriously bad at balance stuff. Also, if you plan on trying it at home, take your belt off first. Landing on your finger with a belt buckle is seriously painful). Or try to see how far I can spit a pencil (quite a distance, though not with enough force to go through a sheet of paper). Or make interesting new foods (today it was omelette with feta cheese, or as I'd like to call it; feta cheese with eggs). I of course did the same today, but what I forgot to check was if the window was closed. So there I was, singing Braille by Regina Spektor at the top of my lungs, with the hairbrush-as-a-microphone-cliche of course, when I realized that the construction workers outside had not only stopped digging, but had left their large machines to take a cigarette break, right outside my window.
At least the world could have done me the favour of having the cute construction worker with the ponytail and the large ear rings notice me and think I was cute. He looked more shocked...I'm hoping the look he was going for wasn't mortified, but we'll never know.
This icon is called "Rant"
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