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Can I just say something?

OHMYFUCKINGGOD I can’t believe it’s MINEALLMINE!!!!!!!

My new beautiful, gorgeous, shiny, new 2005 Mazda3 hatchback. More later, I promise. Right now? I can’t even talk. Seriously.

I have decided that I dislike using other people’s work for themes. It just feels like… I’m cheating.  Like people will come to my site and immediately think “Wow, that’s awesome! She’s great!” Never realizing that it’s not actually my work. Unless, of course, they happened to pick up the same theme somewhere. Which makes it even worse, because then they visit your site and think “Here’s another person with my theme. How unoriginal.” Le sigh.

BUT. At the same time, I have no inspiration to make a layout myself, either. Hell, I don’t even know if I have the patience to try and decipher WP’s files to figure out how to create a layout myself. I haven’t made a “graphic” in God only knows how long… and my HTML/CSS/PHP has gotten fairly rusty.

So. The reasoning behind all this whining? I wanted to let you know that - although I really don’t like using other people’s talent - it’s going to stay here for a little while until I have the time and energy to figure my own one out again. So sad, coming from the “Layout Whore” back in the day. I could whip up designs like a madwoman… back when Greymatter was what it was all about. I feel so old these days. Luckily I have some awesome blogger buddies that have been around with me so I don’t feel so lonely. *grins*

And now I must attempt to ready myself for work. I woke up at 3am last night sneezing with a runny, itchy nose and watery, itchy eyes for some unknown reason. I woke Simon up amidst my blowing and honking, and he thinks it’s the new dryer sheet he used for our sheets. Greaaat. I had to take my pillow case off, and he told me not to use any of the clean clothes he washed last night until he re-washes them. I’ll have to explain my allergies to the eco-friendly mobs that will no doubt be knocking down our door regarding our excessive water usage. It’s not my fault!!!

Besides that, I now feel like I’m ready to fall over into a coma, and I fear even large doses of coffee will not save me. Let’s hope today blurs by, shall we?

Now, how should I do my pretty, newly dyed and highlighted hair today?

Self portrait, taken on 08/07/08

I’ve seemed to become equally consumed with my Nikon and my book. If I’m not diving in Breaking Dawn, I’m playing around with settings and angles on my beloved new gadget. Or I’m sleeping. Take your pick, but in any case I have neglected everything - and everyone - else. Sorry about that.

What’s going on in my life right now… Hm. I’m working (big shocker), which never changes. I actually called in sick to work on Wednesday, which is now the second day in the month I’ve been working at the new shop that I’ve called in. I felt badly about it, but damn my stomach would not allow anything more than laying around. Luckily (if you can call it that) it was just a case of “womanly issues” that have more or less settled themselves for the time being.

Our bathroom is torn to shreds. And when I say “torn to shreds” I mean there is nothing left of it. My mother picked a very opportune time to decide to rip the tub out, considering I’m riding the crimson wave and want nothing more than to shower. Hopefully the new tub will be installed by tomorrow and I’ll be able to break it in by sitting in the shower for a good 45 minutes. Waste some precious water. At the moment we have no walls (just studs), no floor (just the sub-flooring and rotting ply-wood), and most importantly: no shower. This morning we had to take a shower in the old tub with a huge clear plastic wall covering where the tile used to be. Want to get uncomfortable? Try showering feeling like you’re in a plastic sandwich bag. Ick.

But it will be beautiful once it’s finished. We’ve been taking pictures throughout the process - I promise to post them when we have the finished shots.

Unfortunately, my allergies are kicking my ass because of it. Plaster and concrete and dust and moldy, wet wood is not a good combination for me. Or anyone, really. It smells like low tide in there.

And for some unknown reason I just noticed that my Flickr widget has disappeared off the face of the planet. Peculiar. A shame, too, because I have a crap load of photos I just uploaded tonight with my beautious new camera. You should go and tell me how amazing they are so I can feel better about my lack of knowledge for the damn thing.

Ok, I’m in desperate need of my Breaking Dawn fix.