Umm... what?

Gotta love Hutch in the afternoon, when it's crowded with people and it takes ten minutes in line to get food, followed by another ten to pay because they've only got one register open and you nearly miss the bus. But it's all okay... because you also hear things like this:

"Oh ew! That's dirty!"
"What?"
"That's his thing for her for Valentine's Day."
"What, you're serious? Ew."
"He's going to bathe her in money!"
"It'll be clean money! Fresh pressed bills!" (Obviously the boyfriend here)
"Oh my god."

... What. the. heck? I had to try SO hard not to burst out laughing at this, because they were right next to me while I was in line. That's just disturbing. UofC people, you scare me. You can keep your scary Valentine's Day whatsits, I think I'll just hide over here in the corner with Rousseau and my physics homework for a bit.

Weee, textures

I got really bored... And lately, when I get bored, I end up doing strange things with Paint.NET and somesuch. Like these:

( Cut for pictures, yay! )

I write this off as some sort of practice for all those jobs that require some sort of competance with Photoshop. I figure if I'm competant with things that aren't as all-powerful as Photoshop, I should be able to survive, non?