I'm kinda new to woodworking. I did some in middle school for shop and haven't done any since. What got me back into it was that my sister wanted a hope chest for my neice. In the next year I want...hardware. I'll most likely finish with a couple of coats of sanding sealer per the recommendations of my girlfriend's father. The man know's his cedar. I'll post more pictures when its finished.
I was finally able to check my SAT scores online today and I didn't do terribly, but not *fantastic* either. The important thing is it's good enough to get into SDSU! I put my salad bowl, plates, serving...it's like $30 and I don't have much to spend. Couples are great to buy for since you only need one gift! Not that they are a couple...but still. I'm only saying. This free rice thing is fun, too
How many showers must a woman take to become LESS---FREAKIN'--- ITCHY! No, ye perv. Not that sort of itchy. Sheesh. Nope. Helped the Vac rescue from his family's barn an old hope chest. Victorian-age...bleach and spot clean it all white again. But: it's here, and not in a barn being turned into so much garbage. I feel motherfuckin' accomplished. Also, I feel owie. And I can't feel my nostrils
This scene takes place well into the story, after the Winterbournes have done some digging around and have developed more precise suspicions of what their mother is up to. The "it" in this scene is an...need any other security." "Of course not." Ariel ran her hands down the sides of the chest. A slow smile spread across her face. "I know how to get into the chest," she said. "Bring me a hacksaw.
God, I love it when things make sense. It's days like this that I really love chemistry. I need to update this more. Like...uh....everyday. I just have zero time lately between classes, tutoring, homework... I think, so we'll be celebrating birthdays all weekend. Tiredness. I must go study my organic chemistry until it makes as much sense to me as my inorganic chemistry. More later. I am still alive
It seems the inaugural post here should be some sort of introduction. Given the fact that I've been doing this for quite some time now, just in different places, I don't really feel like it. So, instead...head again. OMFG Was ROB BUCK TALKING TO ME??? "Consuela!" He replied. Rob Buck died a few years ago. The day I read about it, the punch-line came back to mind, and I finally fucking got the damn joke
Now I have dishes. They came from a yard sale. ^__^ The set is mostly complete- I have five of everything, some of the plates are sets of six, and the small flowered plates are seven for some reason. In any case, it's complete enough for me.
