The group I'm working with are lovely though. We consume lots of sugar and coffee together. I don't drink coffee, so I normally just sit and watch. However last night, I decided I wanted to consume a hazelnut latte (I know, I know, Bec, you coffee junkie, instant stuff is inferior and I am risking our friendship by drinking such a caffeinated abomination. Spare me, I'm new to this whole coffee business). It wasn't so bad, you know, because lattes are like almost all milk. I figured I'd be okay. Oh, how wrong I was.
It was another night of incessant leg-bopping, humming, and notsleepinguntilfiveinthemorning. And, after 21 hours, my eyelid is still twitching. Ah, the joys of coffee.
Oddly enough, somebody sent me an sms at 2:30. I would have been mighty cranky if I were asleep (thanks again, Latte). Anyhow, I figured it must be a friend in some sort of crisis, or one of the delirious ones who haven't slept in days, sending me panicked messages about studying and exams. It was neither, unfortunately.
I think Mr-Automated-Optus-Robot-Man had too much coffee as well.
There's no smooth way that I can segway onto the next topic of this ever so meaningful blog, so I'll just throw it out there:
Random skin people in shopping centres.
Yeah, you know who I'm talking about. Those kiosk/stall people in the shopping centres, who are all like "Hi there, Miss! How's it going?" *Flashes bright smile* and then as soon as you so much as look at them, they grab your hand, start applying exfoliant and interrogate you about your skincare regime. Well excuse me, kiosky-skin-care-guy-with-the-big-smile, Just leave me and my clogged pores alone, I beg you. I have things to do and places to go. I would tell you this myself, but I just so happen to be a spineless pushover.
"Hi there, Miss! What foundation do you wear?"
"Oh, I don't usually wear makeup."
"Well if you were to wear foundation, which would you use?"
"Uhm, I dunno. Rimmel?"
"Why would you use Rimmel? Liquid, powder..?"
I don't freaking know. I haven't really put much thought into my hypothetical makeup collection and the hypothetical makeup look I am hypothetically aiming for.
Hah, I've become such an angry person.




