Sam(antha)
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i have very mixed feelings about sparkly nail polish.
Lazy Wet Thursday Without the Metaphors

WE HAVE VANILLA BEAN AND LAVENDER SCENTED FABRIC SOFTENER SHEETS.

THERE IS SO MUCH RIGHT WITH THE ABOVE SENTENCE.

AND IT’S 12:37 SO I GUESS I DON’T HAVE MUCH ELSE TO BE EXCITED ABOUT AT THIS HOUR.

EXPECT MORE THIEF AND THE COBBLER GIFS FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I FEEL LIKE POSTING.

AND NOW I NEED TO FINISH CLEANING UP MY ROOM BECAUSE SLEEP IS OVERRATED ANYWAY.

THIS HAS BEEN A POST.

Oof, this is such a problem.

Guess I’ll have to write a story about it.

I didn’t think it would be such a problem! And in all honesty, it’s not. So how come I couldn’t fall asleep last night until I thought of…and why did the thought make me smile…what wonderful shades, all the high points of his face!

There must be a name for such colors. When I was young, my dream job was to be an interior decorator, and get paid to name pots of paints and nail polishes. I remember some of the tints, too: Cherry Kettle Red, Iguana Scale Green, Sun-warmed Tangerine. (The hyphen remains a staple in my work to this day; I don’t think I’ve written a piece that doesn’t contain at least one, and even most of my poems host an em/en dash or two.)

This post is all over the place; my thoughts are hopping around some boy who is inspiring words just by catching the light correctly those few times.

Do me a favor, don’t tilt your head ‘til it’s written.

I just suddenly remembered something completely random.

When I was in seventh grade, my art class was assigned a project where we had to re-create the famous American Gothic painting by Grant Wood, but with our own spin on the actual characters. Like, the outfits and the setting and stuff had to basically remain the same, but the farming couple should be replaced with two different characters paired up.

Anyway, I drew Emma Watson and Rupert Grint, circa Prisoner of Azkaban.

And my art teacher and principal liked it so much, that they hung it up in the glass display case in the school’s lobby for the rest of the year.

List of Stuff I’ve Done Tonight That Aren’t Either of My Group Projects:

  • Cleaned out my backpack
  • Vacuumed the carpet
  • Vacuumed the hall
  • Vacuumed my desk (yeah, that’s a thing)
  • Painted my nails
  • Did a face mask
  • Sewed a fabric yoyo for a quilt for my dorm next year (part of our 1940’s Wartime Vintage Theme)
  • Folded an origami lily for my dorm next year (part of our Japanese/Kawaii Theme)
  • Sketched out ideas for modding my desk lamp with brass chains and old coins for my dorm next year (part of our Steampunk Theme)
  • Wondered if it’s really a good plan that Thea and I decided to plan our decor in about fifty different directions
  • Decided no fucks shall be given about the above mentioned matter, because said themes are AWESOME
  • Did another face mask
  • Called Casey (mah sister) on the phone
  • Read something I wrote a long while back and giggled
  • Read something I wrote a long while back and cried
  • Read something I wrote a long while back and giggled so much that I cried
  • Drank three bottles of water
  • Wrote this list

Breadache.

My apologies for being all randomly dark and such.

Like I said, not myself this week, plus I haven’t had bread in a while.

Think about that for a second. That means:

  • No pizza
  • No burgers (with the bun)
  • No cupcakes
  • No sandwiches
  • No muffins
  • No bagels

No bagels.

NO BAGELS.

That’s just not okay.

I like when the tour guide says “The second bedroom is the one on display that you can check out,” and a group of accepted students and their parents silently stand outside of my bedroom (the third bedroom) and smile as they watch me awkwardly root around my desk drawer in search of my headphones in super-fast hyper-stressed mode, until I look up and politely inform them that the tour room is next door.

I haven’t been myself this entire past week.

Isn’t that horrid?

EEEEEVERYONE.

I have two different group projects assigned at the exact same time.

One involves hours of writing, filming, interviewing, and slamming my head against a wall, and the other is just the biggest clusterfuck I’ve ever had my name attached to.

Oh, and I need to fill out applications, do laundry, create an original poster design for a friend, and find things to eat that aren’t bread but still fill me up.

Sephorant.

I love it when I decide to splurge a bit on some high-quality Make Up For Ever eyeshadow, and someone switches the swatches at Sephora so I end up buying the wrong color and don’t realize it until I’m back home.

Thankfully they have a very kind return/exchange policy. Guess what I’m doing tomorrow?

grEAT.

Now I’m just reblogging pictures of food instead of finishing my story.

However, the sooner I stop reblogging food pictures and finish the story (which is about people eating at a restaurant, of course), the sooner I can go and get some actual food.

But this is pretty hard to do, cause I’m too hungry to write and would much rather reblog pictures of food.

WHAT A PARADOX.