my monkied brain (katekat1010) wrote,
my monkied brain

on piffing

"piff" is such a spectacular word!  It rightly describes 90% of my life.  Piffed online.  Piffed around with Photoshop.  Piffed after my test.  Piffed around and watched TV.

It's as if the word is a bit of a get out of free card, explaining that I wasn't just playing online, watching TV, playing with Photoshop.  NO, I was PIFFING while I was doing those things!

Acutally, I have some things to update about:

Tests:  DONE!!  Praise the gods and the test-sprites and everything that's sorta sacred, I'm done with them!  I made it through this week!  I was informed!  I had answers!  I wrote things down!  All of this means I have absolutely no idea about the results of said tests.  I simply know that I managed to complete them.  And attend the rest of my classes, like a good student.  Thank goodness I made it out of that week alive.

Friends:  That being said, I feel as if I've been cut off for weeks from people.  I know, it's not actually that way, but I haven't had the brain space to call friends in CA, to talk to one of my favorite women in AZ (who I always think about calling at the most idiotic times, like, oh, 1 am).  I think I even neglected to talk to my MOM, for goodness sake.  Much less leave the house and actually spend time with the people I like in this town.  I miss every body.  But, this, too, shall be rectified, soon.

Photoshop:  Small SQUEE! Actually, screw that, a VERY LARGE SQUEEE!  I'm now in posession of Photoshop CS2, the caddilac of photoshop programs.  It slices, it dices, and it makes things even prettier!  I'm still testing out the new possibilities, gadgets, and doohickies, but extremely pleased about it.  Yes, this does mean I have expanded my procrastination abilities - why do you ask?

V for Vendetta:  went to see it.  More on that later.

Hmmm.  Trying to think of anything else worth putting in here, but that's about it.  Oh, well, on the body front I'm losing my chin, which is alternatively distressing and creepy.  And yet, have I done anything other than look in the mirror to ascertain that it's truly leaving?  NO.  Screw that.

Actually, what's been running through my head is this conversation with my body, where I say things like, "Hey!  Where did my chin go?" and it looks back at me innocently, as if there's nothing wrong. 

I try again, "Look, I know it was there a couple of months ago, I have pictures to prove it!"

In some nonverbal way it replies, "Yeah?  Pictures huh?  Look closely, and you'll see we've been working on this hostile takeover of the space between your nose and your neck for years.  Oh, and don't close your eyes, becasue we've also started working on your neck and cleavage... you're going to get wrinkles there, my dear"  And then, for some totally random reason, I hear this wicked cackle, like the Wicked Witch's laugh. 

I keep wondering to myself about how my body turned from a quiet and noncommittal compatriot in my activities to this demonic thing I keep looking at with confused eyes.

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