In a bit of a blogging block now, and since Durian has lent me his camera again, I decided to show off my terrifically atrocious camera skills. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
This is the bruise on my arm after donating blood yesterday. I’m a freaking masochist, I love to touch bruises. The pain is so delicious, I tell you. I’m serious. There was once when I got a bruise and I can’t remember how I got it. But I punched my other arm at almost the same location so I would get a matching bruise. I know, I’m crazy. Even crazier is today, when I went up to my unsuspecting classmates and told them to press my bruise. When they did, I yelped very loudly, held my arm protectively and glared at them. Not because it hurt, but because I was being stupid.
That is my left hand. I think it looks fat here. It is actually very small; my fingers cannot play notes over an octave on the piano. I don’t like how it looks here, but I like my hands. They are small and cute and will fit into any guy’s hand.
This is my left palm. It looks better than the back of my left hand. As I’ve said, my hands are small, but they’re not yours, they are my own. As the song by Jewel goes. I like the look of my palm here.
This is a picture of my left hand doing something very freakish. If you can do it, then maybe it’s not so freakish. But it looks freakish, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it??
This is my right knee and my love-shaped birthmark. Dee used to tease me when I was a kid, saying that he had it tattooed. I love it. The birthmark, not Dee’s nonsense about tattoo.
These are my feet. They are wide and small. Size 5 to 5 1/2. Often tortured by my fashion choices. I always say, we must suffer for fashion! Even when I’m hobbling. Told ja I’m a masochist. Anyway, my feet look tubby here.
This is the outside of my room. I’m going to take you to a grand tour of my room. None of my friends have ever seen my room. I mean it, no one, ever. It’s very simple and blue, like me.
Okay, we’re going into my room now. See that mark above the latch of my sliding door? It’s a sticker that says sulz! You can’t see it but I’m telling the truth, don’t worry. Okay, going in now…
On the left is my drop-leaf table which I never use. After that is my full-length mirror where I camwhore most of the time and poke my pimples. Haha, I know, I’m gross right? Then there’s my closet, where I have lots of black clothes and black undies and black t-shirts. I’ve stopped buying black already. Honest.
Those are my blue walls, which I roped some guy friends into painting for me 7 years ago and treated them to pizza. Those blue curtains are even older, and they hide really grimy windows. I know, I’m gross and filthy. Good thing I’m not related to you, huh? And then we have my queen-size bed which I can feel the springs because I keep stepping on my mattress to get to the cabinets above my bed, which are not visible in this picture. I keep all my junk in those cabinets, along with my books. Anyway, my bed. It’s my sanctuary. I shed so much tears here. And thought lots of thoughts; some of which I turned into blog posts. And yes, I never make my bed. Gross, filthy AND untidy. I’m never going to make a good wife.
Looking at the pictures, I feel it does not do any justice to the real thing because it looks much better. Well, I did say I have atrocious camera skills. Which I am perfectly proud of nonetheless!
See, told you I’m getting up close and personal.