raaaghhh

Is the type of painful noise-mumbles my shoulder muscles would make if they had mouths. Which would be creepy. And gross.

This blog has nothing to do with mutant body parts, by the way, I just thought I'd throw that in so y'all get a two-for-one type of deal.

So being a recovering habitual nail biter, I've lately found myself absolutely distracted by my grown nails.

Image courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/daenight/

Really, we take it for granted (like teeth), but nails are pretty awesome. I mean, they have a function (such as scratching and gouging out eyes or somethin) and you can accessorize them! Crazy! I don't mean in the nail-piercing kind of way--because I personally think it's grade A stupidity to pierce your nail with jewelery when the shit chips and breaks or whatever--but nail polish gets pretty damn cool when you've actually got enough calcium packed on your fingers to flash it properly. Really, it's sick.

I like accessories, can you tell?

To sum up this procrastination blog (I got another forty pages of sociological articles to get into my brain before bedtime and workies), nails + paint = a good excuse to go visual crazy. Nails + piercing = too much money to be cool. Really. If you disagree, feel free to educate me. I uh...had some cool witty thing to put to the end of that, but now I forget. So I leave you with a weather update: break out your mitts, the cold bite still has its jaws on Toronto -__- (snow!)

all in the name of change

It's a given that the past is what shapes the present you, but that doesn't mean that I should love my past selves by default.

In the name of a fresh start, I decided to haul my ass from the much-loved xanga to blogger. There are other motives behind this sudden move, since it might seem odd that I suddenly jumped xanga-ship just when I got back from almost six months of hiatus. One of the major things (that brings us back to my introductory line) was that I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to archive my shit. It's a bit embarassing for me to look back at all the tripe I wrote for untold eyes to see, especially when I feel like I need the room to stretch my rusty writing muscles--something that can't be done when you're encumbered by your past, who was largely only good at sprouting drivel.

To end this seriously, really boring story (it's not even really a story), I'm gonna point out that I got a picture of beans on this blog. It's green, it's fancy-ish, and beans are good at making people happy because of their comfortable shape (the round green-ness is totally easy on the eyes). They're also tasty and come armed with a cool ass song:

Beans, beans the musical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot (courtesy of a long-forgotten Simpsons episode).

Do you see any other vegetables with their own jingle? Didn't think so. Side note: I didn't know beans were fruit, and I don't think they actually are, so don't hold me accountable to the presented facts in bean-jingle.