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over the taupe
07 January 2011 @ 21:40
We got our exam results back today, I got an 84. :( I could have gotten something in the low-mid 90s if I hadn't made so many stupid mistakes, like forgetting to do an extra step of simplifying or forgetting to put a negative sign in front of a number. I always forget to do little things like that. I should double-check my answers more often. :/ I think Mystery Hot Guy had a really surprised expression on his face when he got his exam back, so it either means that he a) did really bad on the exam and thought that he did better, or b) did really good on his exam and didn't expect to do so well. I'm thinking it's a) 8|

I went to Main St to meet Michelle and Albert after class. Mystery Hot Guy went on the same bus that I did, I don't think he usually takes the 27 bus to Flushing :O But he got off the last stop just like I did, and he was sitting in the front and I was sitting in the back and he went to the back to get off. Michelle said that I should talk to him and go up to him to say something like "Hey, you're in my math class!" (not bold enough for that), while Albert said that I should say "Hey, you're in my math class! How big is your penis?" lolol

...I think I should kinda stop talking about Mystery Hot Guy so much, because I don't even know him and he could be a totally hot person with an unattractive personality.

I also met this sort of creepy guy at the bus stop too, I thought he was just being nice to me when he jokingly asked if I wanted to sit down (because y'know, it was snowing but the snow wasn't sticking so it just made the benches by the bus stop all wet), and then proceeded to introduce himself and ask questions about me. Creepy thing is, he's like maybe in his late 20s - early 30s? And we both got off at the last stop too, we walked like a block together before going our separate ways and he kept on hinting that he wanted to stay in contact and said that he's not good with "pretty girls like me" and I'm just all wtf awkwaaaaaarrrrrd --

But anyway, Michelle showed me these places where you can get nail polish for a pretty cheap price. The places are pretty ghetto-looking, like warehouses. But the nail polish there is legit and not fake, so I'm happy! I bought a brownish one and a coral-ish one, as well as a much-needed base coat, because I've been being cheap and using clear nail polish instead (which doesn't help much, since the nail polish still pretty much stains my nails). I can't really imagine myself using the coral-colored one, because I don't wear anything pink. I'll give it to my sister if anything, she's been wanting a coral-colored polish for a while~

And after that, we just went to Michelle's house and chilled for a bit. We painted our nails and watched The Sorcerer's Apprentice and did slightly nerdy things:


We're making an absolute value of x if you can't tell.

And now I'm finishing up on painting my nails. The brown nail polish is gorgeous! It's called "Over The Taupe," haha~ The color is slightly different because of bad lighting though.


My fingers look pretty weird here. I'm pretty bad at painting my nails actually, I just slather the nail polish on my nail because I always end up painting outside of my nail no matter how careful I am. I actually cleaned up a bit (aka peeling off the nail polish on my skin) before taking that picture. And I probably mess up about 8 or 9 times before all the nails are perfect. Michelle is pretty good at painting her nails :|

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