The Little Nothings

Not much happened today, but on the other hand, so much did.

I learned lots at the studio about filing and pigment in neon-colored hand-mixed gel (It glows, rave-stylee, under UV lights). We established the first rule of Nail Studio (You do not talk about Above all else, try not to injure the customers), the second rule of Nail Studio (Leave some natural nail to put gel on) and the third rule of Nail Studio (Make sure the gel sticks: don't put gel on skin). We also remodeled and thoroughly cleaned part of the studio, but not before I studied a congealed hand cream, asked J. why it smelled funny, got the reply that it needed shaking and ended up cleaning the shelf because the tube had burst some weeks before and no one noticed until J. shook it. It smelled like hand cream that had gone off, unsurprisingly, and not black cherry and orchid.

Next I discovered a few more places I could send my CV to, which I did swiftly. Here's to hoping it's not too late yet and they love me. Fingers crossed!

Oh, and I ended up ordering piercing jewelry. Mostly for my septum, as I quest for the most comfortable jewelry possible for it without looking like a cow. I also got some jojoba oil and some lobe jewelry, just because. It ended up being piercings instead of knitting stuff because I prefer financial security to knitting. I'm not completely fiber-mad yet. So I ordered last night and it got shipped tonight. It should be here next week the latest.

Then we made burgers. That is to say, I read out the instructions while Boyfriend did all the work. They were delicious, crunchy on the outside, juicy on the inside, not burned whatsoever. Omnomnom. Boyfriend had less fun doing it, because he's worried about his theory test. He registered for it today, it's next week and he's already worried he's going to fail. It made him distracted and short-tempered, which he mostly took out on himself and innocent buns. The fact that our 'bacon flipper thongs' had gotten destroyed sometime last week, to the sadness of us all, did not help. I did stop him when he tried to take freshly fried bacon out of the pan with his fingers. He was so mad he forgot about the existence of forks. It happens. Yes, we put bacon on our burgers with bacon bits inside. Don't judge us, pigs are delicious.

Now we're both relaxed and full of bacon cheeseburger, with nothing whatsoever to do. Except maybe more laundry.