Now I put my finger, WHERE?
I must be a drama queen, for how exaggerated i make my problems. I mean, I describe it how i see it, but you know, the whole perspective thing. I’m really close to my problems. I’m sure to God or someone like him, who is omniscient, well… i’m sure they’re laughing. I’m not so sure God would laugh, mainly because He seems to be much nicer than that. *nods*
I got my eyes checked today. I got contacts too. Well. Contact. My one eye is really pretty bad (bad enough to correct them from the glasses prescription that i wear) and it’s only the one eye… so i only wear one contact…. which is weird. I have to admit, i’m the first in my family to attempt the whole contacts thing, and it’s not exactly my dream come true either. I take the contact out, i wet it with solution, then hold my very tiny eye open (the lady who taught me how to do all ofthis told me that my eyes were really small, so i take her word for it….) and i have to be sure not to blink, because then i’d have to start all over again… which sucks. Then Once I actually get it on my eye, i have to pull my eye lid over it, so i don’t accidentally blink it off of my eye again. Then I have my eye closed, and i press (ever so gently) to let all the air bubbles out, and that’s it, for putting it in anyway. Oh, and you’d think that taking it out would be fifty times easier, right? Not so. Take into consideration, that in order to have depth perception you have to have TWO eyes. So then you’re pulling the contact over to the edge of your eye, and SUPPOSEDLY pulling it from your eye with your thumb and pointer finger. YEAH RIGHT! It took me forty five minutes to get it out, because once i got the lens slid over, i couldn’t see to get the contact OUT! It was frustrating. Very much so. *sighs* But i just need to get used to it…. i’m sure.
I’m very tired. So VERY VERY Tired. I spent time in a room with a BUNCH of people (more than I can count) and some of them smelled like Lunchables, I swear. I hate people…. I do ….. not them…. Oi. It’s hard to explain. I don’t hate people themselves, I hate the things they do…
Derringer Meryl [Contact Fiasco] Out