Today we finished painting. We did the kitchen last time, and today we spent the day prepping (cleaning the walls, taping up the floorboards, etc.), and then we painted. Basically the rest of the interior of the house -- the entire first floor, up the stairs to the second-floor hallway. As detail-work painter, I had the distinct privilege of risking my life atop a very tall ladder to reach the tippity-top corner of the side of the house. I don't know whose idea it was to make the youngest, prettiest, darlingest, smartest, most precious (only) daughter do something that dangerous. Do you know whose idea it was?
Question 1: Who deserves a nice, big punch in the face?
(A) The youngest, prettiest, darlingest, smartest, most precious (only) daughter.
(B) Certainly not the [...] daughter.
The correct answer is (B). I think my mother enjoyed watching my trauma (though when the ladder started wobbling and I started wailing, she did hold it for me, so she's forgiven).
Somewhere between 11:30am and 1am (I spent the entire day on this project, you see), I was able to come upstairs for a break. I briefed myself on the world's happenings, though I unfortunately wasn't able to check much out. Hopefully you guys can help me figure out which of these is false:
Question 2: Which of you goobers lied to me?
(A) She who claims the existence of something called the "Purple Cow House of Pancakes".
(B) He who says he wants his fan back from me.
(C) She who called about the kittens.
(D) He who says he can't tell that the walls are a different color now.
The answer here is (C). I know not of which kittens you speak.
So after hours of prep and hours of painting (me with a little paintbrush clenched in my fist), I finally was able to take a shower and wash off whatever flecks of paint (shame) were still on me. When I was done, though, I had a lot of trouble getting out of the tub.
Question 3: What's wrong with me?
(A) I'm tired.
(B) I'm sore.
(C) I'm an idiot.
(D) Montana.
(E) All of the above.
The correct answer is (E). There are a lot of things I blame on Montana. One of those things is Will (ohhhhh!). (It's times like these that make me wish he had an LJ. He or any of my other college friends who know him personally. Anyone? Anyone?)
That's all for now. How'd you guys do on the quiz?
Off to bed soon. We'll see if I can move tomorrow. (Also, I think I sat on my Blackberry one too many times, and now the trackball navigates but doesn't select when I click. FML. I'm going to go ask my father about the warranty... D:
ETA: We're going to the Verizon store on Monday. Hopefully they'll have the good sense to replace it for free.)
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Date: 2009-08-23 20:36 (UTC)hi inez! i'm 12! this is my boyfriend. he's 54.
there isn't anything wrong with that, baby neen. may-december relationships benefit us all.
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Date: 2009-08-23 23:41 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-02 03:06 (UTC)VIA LOVELY AATASH
i guess the newest ans. . .
Ohno: Best setting ever. In the changing room, the guy (repeat, guy) he likes walks in, so he stares at the guy's naked body. No words. Just facial expressions. (Again, Ohno proves just how versatile he is at conveying a whole scenario with nothing but expressions. His eyes widen, he STARES, then the comedian adds, 'Okay, he's taking off his underwear,' and Ohno manages to look shocked and then envious, and then he starts to unzip his pants...)
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i am waiting for you to see this and report back to me. reviews were mixed: he sort of looked disappointed at the premise? or weird? or oh god, they know? nino did something adorable during it? i need the truth!
regardless. the zipper movement at the end? unfuckingbelieveable. he is a god among men. are you kidding me, do you realise i fantasise about this kind of satoshi-as-gay-vouyer constantly (inez: yes, cami, i do).
ok bye.
i want you take me to ~*~funkytown~*~
Date: 2009-09-09 14:29 (UTC)Oh hey, can you tell me where the pancakes are?
Date: 2009-09-12 14:13 (UTC)Apparently last night people were hardcore drinking in the suite downstairs. (Gabe just informed me that he passed out from drinking for the first time in his life.) I, of course, was upstairs in my room, studying Japanese flash cards. And GRE flash cards. FMLGRE. D:
Re: Oh hey, can you tell me where the pancakes are?
Date: 2009-09-12 14:58 (UTC)i also engaged in
hardcorecontrolled, classy drinking. i woke up this morning on the floor, all ">.>" at 7am. kristen was here, but she left before that, apparently. but but but i bought my beatles remastered cds finally! yay! they're so nice~ok i am taking a nap before its time to go out again :( you continue studying (snickers) :'> oh also i'll assume the unsaid compliment on my genius ohno towelie icon y.y
Re: Oh hey, can you tell me where the pancakes are?
Date: 2009-09-12 15:01 (UTC)don't worry - it was organic, non-sulfate honey wine ;D
Re: Oh hey, can you tell me where the pancakes are?
Date: 2009-09-12 20:10 (UTC)WTH HAPPENED ON THIS ANS? y.y JUNTOSHIIIIII
http://ai-baka.livejournal.com/140652.html?mode=reply
WAT IS GOING ON y.y
Re: Oh hey, can you tell me where the drugs are?
Date: 2009-09-17 15:31 (UTC)and also where the condoms are. i think a threesome is about to happen.