why can't i paste a path from Illustrator 10 into Photoshop 7??? WHY LORD?!??! WHYYYYYYYYYY!?!???!

i need to get a hold of myself.

read this blog. now. i command you.

this morning on the streetcar a woman came on and sat next to me, pinching her fingers together, like when someone does that whole "see this! it's the world's tiniest violin! playing a sob song just for you!" [ *slap* ] 'cept she wasn't moving her fingers back and forth [ read: she wasn't "playing" the violin" ] ... then i noticed why ... she was pinching a contact lens in her fingers. once she sat down, she started frantically rummaging through her purse, i assume, looking for some solution or something. she was unsuccessful. eventually, i watched her lick her contact lens and then stick it in her eye. *shudder* ... you know what? i've been wearing contact lenses pretty much since i was 16, and i have *never* done that, not even in a pinch. i'd rather stick a dry nasty contact lens in my eye and pray that the irritation of it causes my eye to water and lubricate it sufficiently before i'd STICK MY TONGUE ON IT.

thinking about this made me think of some contact-lens related hilarity's i -- or others around me -- have experienced.

for instance, i went camping at a cottage on the beach with some friends when i was nineteen. everyone there was older than me. logically, i decided the way to fit in would be to get nasty stinking drunk. which i did. i ended up walking off and barfing on the beach and then burying it in the sand. later, when someone had decided i'd "had enough" and should be "politely escorted" to bed, i attempted to take out my contact lenses while sitting on the grass. then, predictably, i lost one. everyone ran around panicking, trying to find a flashlight for me, as i -- with one working eye -- tried to find my lens in the dark. as soon as my boyfriend at the time arrived with the light and turned it on, i saw it immediately and snatched it up. i think people are still amazed by that to this day.

this girl i used to go to high-school with wore all kinds of different coloured contact lenses ... one day in class she starts rubbing her eye ... and it gets very red and irritated and she asks me to go to the girls' washroom with her to help her check it out. she had thought she had lost a contact lens that morning, and decided to put on another pair instead. well in the washroom we found out that she'd actually somehow managed to lose that other contact BACK INSIDE HER EYE SOCKET! and her eye was irritated 'cause it was trying to work its' way out. yum!

all right. that's enough of that.

i seem to wear the same thing every friday. i have a "friday outfit" ... with these pants and this shirt. it's like a uniform. i don't know why i do it, other than the fact that it's my favourite pair of pants, and my favourite shirt. people who hang out with me regularly on fridays must think they're the only clothes i own. it's sad, really. sad ... sad ... sad ...

all right.