Glitter.
Everywhere.
IT'S GOING TO EAT ME ALIVE!
I swear the people that work and shop at my work are CRAZY for glitter. To an almost inhuman extent. Everyday after work I have to brush myself off in front of a mirror to make sure that I have all the glitter off of me. I can't deal with it if I kept it on for any longer then I need to.
Seriously.
It covers the cash register, it covers the floors, the shelves, us... EVERYWHERE.
The whole store is glittering. With glitter...
In other news still haven't done much else to my essay... though I really should.
It's just... I don't like Political Science... It's nothing close to my major (art) so I really don't want to do it... but I must... it's a great transferable class but still... must I?
I guess. Time to stop moaning and complaining and get that stupid thing done.
But my major problem is my level of perfectionism. Unless I've been working on the thing for more than a week it HAS TO BE PERFECT. No joke. You should see me when I'm painting... any mistake I make and I automatically have it in the plan that when the paint dries THAT MISTAKE IS GOING DOWN. Command-and-Conquer style. Not Halo style... old school NUCLEAR ESCALATION STYLE.
Have you ever played that game? Nuclear Escalation? It's a really old (and I mean 80s game) board game and it's hilarious. The whole premise of the game is to be the last one standing after the nuclear fights. Imagine the Cold War if it got Hot instead of Cold.
And when you die, you have the option (which isn't really the best name for it because EVERYBODY decides to do this) to launch ALL your nukes at another player.
Which usually kills them... and you can see what they do.
So most of the time everybody dies "The End" type of story.
But when you're that winner at the end... Life is good. Life is very good. And you decide to celebrate by running around the house basking in your awesomeness and glory and so on and so forth.
Anywhoozle... that is what I've been thinking about.
Glitter and nuculear bombs.
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