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So... it was sort of a slow morning. Got up, (rejoiced that I was not quite as sore as I was yesterday), and noticed that it was still rainy and grey. Fine. Wandered over to the computer. Remembered I'm down to about three websites to check in the morning (e-mail, weather, friendslist), and was struck with a powerful wave of boredom. Which lead to... weird pictures. And me finally putting my clay into use.
I feel like I should've made his eyes black, but I was so busy trying to compensate for my flash making the picture entirely too bright to worry about that at the time. I suppose I could fix him later, since he's still hanging out on my desk with the little Kirby-type guy I think vaguely resembles Andy Warhol. (Only, of course, when you don't think too hard about it. It's really the black and white thing.) At least, I hope that's where he is. Because I actually took that picture before I took the one in the frying pan. There's about a 50% chance he's still in a frying pan on my stove (which is dirty because of other people! And that's why I haven't cleaned it... and it adds to the picture). So, um...![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jabberwockeyes, if you've come back to the dorm only to find a clay death in a frying pan on the stove... um... I'll clean it up later. When I'm not in the library wondering why everyone stared at me so much for browsing through all the newspapers in the periodicals room. (And if my other roomie comes across it, she'll just have to be confused.) Not that this is the first weird thing I've done to the kitchen and taken photos of.
I feel like I should've made his eyes black, but I was so busy trying to compensate for my flash making the picture entirely too bright to worry about that at the time. I suppose I could fix him later, since he's still hanging out on my desk with the little Kirby-type guy I think vaguely resembles Andy Warhol. (Only, of course, when you don't think too hard about it. It's really the black and white thing.) At least, I hope that's where he is. Because I actually took that picture before I took the one in the frying pan. There's about a 50% chance he's still in a frying pan on my stove (which is dirty because of other people! And that's why I haven't cleaned it... and it adds to the picture). So, um...
jabberwockeyes, if you've come back to the dorm only to find a clay death in a frying pan on the stove... um... I'll clean it up later. When I'm not in the library wondering why everyone stared at me so much for browsing through all the newspapers in the periodicals room. (And if my other roomie comes across it, she'll just have to be confused.) Not that this is the first weird thing I've done to the kitchen and taken photos of.
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