god i hate band-aids

today i managed to grate a rather prodigious chunk of my finger off. with a cheese grater. while grating carrots. yeah. i was less than pleased. for how squikky i can get when it comes to hand wounds, i always do rather well. there's the initial clutch and 'no! don't look! oh god i'm gonna die!' but that passes rather quick and rushes headlong into the poke/prod/rip phase. becca gave me a band-aid and i was back grating carrots, though with a pit of horror residing deep in my chest.

today was becca's birthday party, which explains all the food making. which i haven't mentioned yet... cole slaw (plus essence de philippe), two kinds of brownies, pasta salad, black bean sauce eggplant, potato salad. we bought shashlik at the aquapark (the venue). for those of you who've forgotten, shashlik is basically barbeque shish-kabobs. the aquapark in aksukent is interesting. its cosier than delphine (our park here in shymkent) but undoubtedly much less clean, the chlorine doesn't knock you over and it was much more crowded with lil chilruns.

the emotions are all up and down. though we're drifting steadily upward. which is good. i have plenty of shit being carefully aimed at the fan. this will of course go down in about 22 days when school starts again. until then i have a package i'm dribbling out to make it last, more hygiene than ever before in Kstan (four days in a row with real showers, i know! who am i?), and plenty of time to pretend i can guilt free play computer games.

also, update on miraculous events of note: the pseudo-fail of melted reese's has be counter-balanced by a finding so complete and epic that it will forever change at least one aspect of my life. how i eat butterfingers. i'd avoided opening the package because it was all shrink-wrapped and sad looking. this was apparently caused by the extreme cold to which i had exposed it, when i opened it and opened the closed system, it all sprang back to life. now let me say. where the reese's were all leaky and grossy, the individual wrapping and sealing of the Bfingers was perfect. each melted a bit but maintained its general shape. the freezing process however enacted changes beyond my feeble imagination. opening these bitches is a dream. no matter HOW one wants to get it out, it happens. the chocolate frozen rock hard sticks in no way to the glossy paper. the melting and freezing also somehow spares the Bfinger from its usual crumbly fate. no more opening a smashed, messy pile of what once was a perfect Bfinger. then there is the delight of snapping into a frozen center. the taste is even better. it is akin to ... probably eating forbidden fruit. gratifying in its sinful ease. i'm having trouble (though success) in not devouring them all instantly. the horror of going through all the reese's, which i will inevitably do, is keeping my normal gluttonous attitudes in check. just wanted to say, OMG MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for the butterfingers, never send me anything else!!!!!! :D <3