21 posts tagged “idiosyncrasies”

I bought myself some Nivea for Men "Energising Hydro Gel." I thought it could get me some bitches (according to the commercial.) It claims to feel like a "splash of cool water" on your face. It doesn't really feel like that, but I'm sure if they amped up the freshness any further, it'd feel like your face is on fire. Since this stuff is for guys, they simply state on the box that you should use it when you feel like your face needs a boost, but on the bottle itself it claims to be a moisturiser. I shall be the judge of this, as my face doesn't particularly feel boosted but it doesn't feel dry or oily either. It absorbed quickly and smells nice. The real test will be if it peels (my skin has a hard time absorbing stuff without it caking off regardless of how little I use) when I apply my make-up, haha! :(

If there's anything I've learnt growing up as my father's daughter, it's that guy hygiene stuff is awesome. I've been using guy shaving gel for a long while now and totally was on an Axe kick when I was younger. Guy stuff is so much less complicated, I don't have to jump through numbered hoops to get results. Womanly stuff confuses me sometimes because I normally have to decipher in what order it fits into my routine. You can have half a dozen bottles that look like moisturiser when in actuality, none of them moisturise at all. The worst part is trying to find decent products that have a built-in SPF. Oh, and I can't stand the way girl stuff smells either. It's always some butt peach smell or even worse, lavender. I like vanilla but that's so easy to screw up to even a sickening point. Most recently, the face stuff I was using made me break-out like a teen seething with an abundance of hormones. I'm still fighting off the pimples as we speak. Go team toothpaste!

In other news, my father came home with a cellphone for me that I dislike heavily. Like the brat I am, I gave him the cellphone back and swore that I'd use my ugly old people cellphone 'til the day that I die. I understand he was doing me a favour and all but he's known me long enough to know that while I appreciate his efforts, he should always have me around when making a purchase for me. He offered to bring me to the store so we could return the phone and get another one, but I was so distraught and spoilt by my grief for my grandfather, I told him no. (That and I hadn't taken a shower yet that day.) The world doesn't revolve around me, but it's nice to pretend sometimes even if it entails being a complete and total asshole. I think he was a slight concerned (afterall, why would I turn down a new phone since my current one sucks so much) until I told him the news about my grandfather passing. He put two and two together and will probably let me get my way for the next week or two. What a good sport my father is, I'm surprised he doesn't kick my lazy ass out of the house already. I also think he lied about his skin cancer. We're even, cowboy.

I am abnormally happy about the idea of buying tools for my own personal compy repair kit. Since I was a youngin', I've been using my father's tools so he'll be glad to finally stop me from stealing his tools by helping me buy my own. ("Do you wish I was born a boy?" "You're already like a boy, so not really.") And the challenge of finding "cute" tools excites me. In my mind, the luckiest find could be well-made matching purple handled screwdrivers, wire-cutters and pliers. That seems an impossible feat but I'm up to the challenge. I'm also down to find attractive multimeters, which I've been told is even more impossible by my boyfriend "as they come in only yellow these days for some reason."

Exciting! Not really. But exciting!.. to me.

Me: What does half of this stuff mean? I'm reading the description of this thing and it makes no sense to me.
Roy: Trust me, just think "you need it."
Me: But I know what I need and no part of this description says anything about what I need.
Roy: "You need it."

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I make a vow on this day that regardless of how intolerable my aunt is, I will attempt to address and solve every computer and hardware problem she has in an efficient and friendly manner. If I can help her, I can help anyone and if I can help anyone, then my fate is sealed. She is no doubt the most annoying person I have ever known, so she probably makes the best example of a tech support customer. And while I would hate to have my life governed by a bleak future of tech support, you have to start somewhere.

I am spurred on by the fact she said she would pay me "lots and lots." I joked that she meant "lots and lots of cheap, cheap love."

Metaphor or Not

I've known this for years, but just in case you were wondering, I lack the simple human function to empathise and sympathise, risking categorisation of being a sociopath. Just want to make sure we're all on the same page.

I'm working on it but usually I only realise years after the fact that I was saying/doing something that could be generally construed as rude/insensitive. It's hard. :(

Berlin Wall

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Going to dye my hair black tonight, which in retrospect is probably a poor idea considering how sunny it's been lately. I also want to finish cutting my hair sometime this week. It feels/seems as if the top back layer of my hair is still too long. It's going to be hard with the straight razors I bought since they're serrated. I probably should have paid attention when I was buying them at the Japanese dollar store, but they were the only kind they had at the time and I had to rush home.

I stopped dying my hair black last year because my hair didn't want to hold the colour anymore. My hair is this natural light brown which has always bugged me, so I've been dying my hair since sixth grade probably. The reason I started dying my hair black three years ago was based on the theory that no one really notices you when you have black hair. This happened, of course, after my stint with honey blonde hair.

Tasteless in 2002

Why I Ache More Than I Should

I have this problem with finishing things. Ever since I was a child, I'd get close to or actually finish something then destroy it shortly after because it didn't fall under my version of "acceptable." I guess that's why even though I think the scarf I'm knitting sucks, it's imperative that I actually finish it and use it.

One Fourth of July I made my mother a picture of fireworks as a present, even though I had never seen fireworks really. I was so excited to be doing something for her because I felt even as a young child that I was a burden. I drew many pages of fireworks but didn't like any of them so I destroyed them all and she received nothing instead.

I haven't finished anything in my life. Even when I took the CHSPE, I had all the time in the world to finish the math portion of the test but instead opted to just complete the English portion and leave. I didn't even bother trying to answer any of the math questions. To this day, I still have to complete the math part of the test. It's always an amazement when I finish books or complete what I consider a "real drawing." I can't even level my WoW characters to 70.

This is also the reason none of you got your postcards.. though I actually did finish a dozen postcards.

Apparently it's been hot in San Francisco and around. I haven't really noticed because it normally stays cool/cold in my neighbourhood since it's in reasonably close proximity to the beach.. that and I haven't travelled past my front door since Friday.

Even if it's cold and cloudy, you should still wear a SPF. The sun is serious business. I've been especially careful lately because the body lotion I use has an alpha hydroxy somethingorother. I went out without applying an SPF on my arms and the next day, I was in pain and itchy. My foundation has an SPF and I've taken to buying sunblock made for babies since I figure "if it's good enough for babies, it'll probably do well for me too."

I don't sunburn but I do get red while sitting out in the sun. Only I can really tell because even though I'm generally fair skinned (I use the lightest shade of make-up), I'm not pale. I still get self-conscious and sunblock makes a huge difference.

Every now and then, I have a spazz attack and realise I'm getting old.. then I get paranoid about sun damage to my skin. I have a tiny beauty-mark type spot on the top of my hand that wasn't there a year ago. Since I noticed that, I've taken special care to put sunblock on the tops of my hands.

I guess if I was really concerned, I'd stop stressing, eat better, and stop smoking. Meh.