I always injure myself when I hand sew

Okay. I just stuck the eye of a needle half a centimeter in under my nail. I think that means it's time to stop tinkering with my outfit. It's a significant eye, too - about a millimeter in diameter. Funnily, it's the same sort of sore as a piercing. Weird. It's not bleeding so much. A little blob welled up just after it happened, but now the nail looks normal, with only a little mark about half a centimeter down on the inside. Interesting.

I got purple shampoo today. Who knew such a think existed? Blondes use it to keep their hair looking super-duper extra-platinum white-blonde. And the one I randomly picked up had really good reviews. The conditioner's reviews aren't so good because people thought it made their hair look purple. That's good news for me :)

So my outfit is only about 80% good. There's more I'd like to add in and parts I'm not very happy with, but it'll do. It'll look good to anyone who isn't familiar with it, but I'm afraid it won't stand muster when real Skyrim fans see it. Anyway. It's good enough. It's not like I'm entering the cosplay contest or anything. And I'll have fun wearing it around for a day. That's really all that matters, really. Right - time to try this on. Yeay.

my hair is PURPLE

Tired post ahead - you have been warned.

I have purple hair. It's so amazing. Every time I pass a mirror (which is quite often given that we have at least one in every room) I see it and I smile, which evolves to a laugh, which evolves to a happy dance. It's so amazing. I was at the hairdresser for about three hours today. She did a great job on it - both the colour and the cut. I think I look about 12, but that might just be because I'd gotten used to icky sort-of long in-my-face shaggyness. I was well fed up of my grown out hair. But this new hair is amazing. I know I said that already - read the disclaimer.

So, what else... I'm touching up my dovahkiin outfit for the weekend. I redid the bracers from scratch, and next is to make the "studs" look better, then to round out the edges of all the "leather" bits. I must log into the game and check the studs to see if I'm inspired on how to get them to look better. I still haven't figured out a way to do the little shield-thing on the shoulder (gardbrace?). If my sculpting skills were better I'd make it from reinforced clay, but as it is I need some sort of guide or mold and I haven't come up with anything.

Okay. Check out armour in Skyrim, then off to bed.

Short Update

In the last week I've:
made berry frozen yoghurt (tastes amazing, needs about 15 minutes to melt a bit when it comes out of the freezer for good texture)
washed my hair with baking soda (going well so far, no greasy or dry hair)
fainted (whacked my knee on the table, pretty certain the dog had free reign to lick my face)
made griddle bread (just like Mammy used to make when we were younger - at least that's what my flawed memory tells me)
gotten loads of writing done (am 2/3 the way through the final, final edits - at least before a publisher gets at it)

Now. I get a star for productivity.

the days of unemployment

it's foggy this morning. i opened the curtains and was like: woah, everything is white. and then i realized it was fog and felt a little tingle of happiness run from my stomach out to my skin. i love fog. it's so mysterious and mystical.

awh, gosh. i started this entry this morning and then forgot about it (it's 12:02 now). i'm tailoring my cv at the moment. most dull of dull jobs. but i need to get a job, so there's nothing else for it. i want to say i hate my life, but i totally don't. i love my life, it just gets trying at times when i can't figure out why things arn't just working out. things have always just worked out for me. i have this innate luck or something, but i think my innate luck abandoned me just before i went travelling and hasn't deigned to return yet. please luck, come back. i miss you.

anyway. since no one at all in the whole world wants to hire me, i think i'm going to have to resort to shop work. i really didn't want to have to do this, because it's like the most soul destroying work on the planet.

i had thought of doing a tefl (teach english as a foreign language) course, but i'm so full of doubt. what if that dosn't work out for me either and i spend all this money on a course and still can't get work. it's a horrible feeling, actually. i never take risks.

today is probably not a good day for me to start ranting about stuff - i feel a decidedly misanthropic. and i'm hungry. i need to get something for lunch.

ugh, i'm such an idiot. i just closed down firefox. thank god livejournal saves drafts of entries.

ok, i could leave this post open all day (it's almost 1 now) and just keep adding to it, but i don't think i'm going to get to a resolution either way. so i'll just go now.

oh - i have some good news. i got my hair cut yesterday (or actually was it the day before). i think it's quite nice - nothing fancy, but it's all the same length now except for my fringe. :)

memories of travel

i'm listening to the lord of the rings soundtrack right now and it reminds me of the last time i listened to it. that was back in november, in new zealand, travelling from te anau to queenstown - prime lotr country. you may think us silly for doing that, and i would tell you that you are just jealous, because it was great. you could really imagine great battles and huge armies on the move, terrifying creatures, and heroics so selfless that even the gods would have to stand up and take heed.

so once again, here i am writing in my Lj and not getting editing done. i'm at a bit where i have to describe a tower and i'm looking for a better word for length. ah, i love the way my brain works - i just had to frame the query and it came up with an answer: span. yeay.

i got my hair cut yesterday. it's nice enough. my fringe seems kind of short or something, but i havn't washed it yet, so we'll see.

it's a long one full of news

i finally fixed the squeal that had been plaguing my bed, and contrary to usual logic, i fixed it by loosening a screw. anyway, i'm just happy not to be woken up every time i turn over, and not to be suffering paranoia every night getting into bed that i'll wake penelope_stone with all the squealing of strained metal.

i'm playing fallout at the moment, and really enjoying it. funnily - it was what reminded me to write this post. i saw it on my oft-used-programs list and felt a vague twinge to play it, and not go editing my novel. but since it was only a vague twinge i ignored it and decided to write about it here, instead. woo! at least i know when i've reached the end of the post i'll have to stop, with fallout i may not stop until this afternoon.

and that brings us nicely to my next topic: i'm getting my hair cut this afternoon. hopefully. penelope_stone tells me that hair dressers don't open on mondays. hmmmm (that was a sort of un-content sigh). ah well. i want to go into town anyway, and get a little bar for one of my piercings. i took out my vertical scaffold and replaced it with a short bar in my rook and now i want another short bar for the one on my helix. yea...

i think i had one other piece of news... i'm hoping some company will ring me today or tomorrow and invite me for an interview. i've applied to 6 places now, this is getting silly. anyone have any sympathy stories to make me feel better about the whole looking for a job thing - like "i applied to 27 companies, got one interview, which i failed." that may make me feel better - at least i'd know i'm not alone... but penelope_stone has had no luck getting a job ethier. so yea.
and while i'm fine with getting rejections from companies straight off, i hate failing interviews. me and failure don't go so well together. i need to lower my standards for myself. my new mantra should be "failing is ok" but that could get really dangerous, because i'd purposefully misinterpret it as "don't even bother trying because you are going to fail anyway." or "just put in minimal effort so that when you fail it won't come as such a shock." yea... anyway.

in happy news, we went to picnic in the park yesterday. it was fun. actually, it was relaxing - we hung out listening to this funny band do terrible covers, and we got excited about glastonbury :) we'll be flying off in a week and a day. wow!! it's going to be so cool.

the start of the travels

so this is my last night in my own bed for a year. not that this thought saddens me, i've never had a very comfortable mattress.

my hair is 7mm long.



yea.

it's really wierd. when the wind blows through it, it feels like ants are crawling on my head. it is really gross and icky. i see penelope_stone and i get a minor shock to see her hair so short. i suppose it must be the same for her.

i can't find the lid to a luchbox, the lunchbox i have my electronic things in. i can't think of much to say. we went to freakscene last night. mr. fadd played terrible music. as liam commented, it was like listening to daytime radio. i'm a bit tired now, though.

i had my last night of archery. my last arrow was an 8 pointer, heh. not bad. i'll miss it, i think. i'll have to find a club in new zealand.

i'm going on an airplane tomorrow! woooooo! i love airplanes, they are so cool. weeee.

goodbye so. my next post will be from asia. waaaa - how cool is that?! :) :) eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee