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...kay... Apparently I am an idiot because I can't decypher the 'new' icon madness. Um, I'm pretty cool with the number of icons I've got now (you know, and the fact that the number should rise every so often due to loyalty whatevers) which happens to be 92 out of 127. I do not want to lose my option for 127 of these damn things. It's not even like I use all of mine on a regular basis. I could probably take out five right now and not even feel all that bad about it. BUT you never know when you're going to need to express yourself in a way that can only be applied to icon #127 of the FUTURE.
Anyway, for the last.. however long, I've been doing the whole paid + $2 worth of icons. It's been so long that I don't freakin' know which option this now translates to. o_O Why has my brain forsaken me?
It's this new icon, innit? It's killing my braincells left and right.
Anyway, if any of you people haven't have your brain eaten by zombies and can figure out my dilemma, or hell, what my dilemma is, I'd appreciate it.
Now, on to other things.
( Last night on TV )
Roller Rink Storytime!
I got my glasses in 5th grade. For at least part of 5th grade I couldn't see a damn thing. I kind of just figured you weren't really supposed to see the people on stage during plays and things at school. I really didn't want glasses. We're talking early, early, EARLY 90's so I think you know what sort of glasses were being offered to a ten year old. Think Karen Brewer only chubbier.
Eventually the nurse realizes I'm blind as a friggin' bat and I go to get my first pair o' glasses. I don't remember much other than I didn't love them, purple or no. (There is a reason I love my pay for this Jessica-glasses icon) It was cold, probably around my dad's birthday, and I've been invited to a birthday party at Stardust. Big deal, man. This is the (at the time) better rink and dude, I was not going there wearing my new glasses. Mostly because new glasses will always, always, always equal eye-strain headache as your eyes adjust to this new torture, but also because I wasn't used to looking through the world with frames around things. It took forever to get used to it and it still freaks me out sometimes.
But this logic escaped my parents as they seemed to believe it was better to kill my head during a party than any other time. Finally my devious self pointed out that since I couldn't skate worth a damn anyway, I'd probably fall on my duff, my glasses would go flying, and someone would run them over. How horrible for their first outing!
Point for me. Didn't have to wear them the whole time, but I did have to bring them to wear for a little bit. I think we all know that didn't happen often. I'm pretty sure someone asked me about them, I put them on, and they were satisfied at having seen my dorkitude.
As it happens, I did fall down on the rink, and someone did roll right into me, kicking my ankle (further killing it) and then running over my hand.
Later, when I got used to the glasses, I decided I looked much better with them on than I did with them off, making me the only kid I knew who felt that way. I still feel weird when people ask if I'll ever either get surgery (I'm pretty sure I'd still need glasses afterward. That's how bad my eyesight is.) or contacts, though I no longer feel 'better' in glasses.
Now you know.
Anyway, for the last.. however long, I've been doing the whole paid + $2 worth of icons. It's been so long that I don't freakin' know which option this now translates to. o_O Why has my brain forsaken me?
It's this new icon, innit? It's killing my braincells left and right.
Anyway, if any of you people haven't have your brain eaten by zombies and can figure out my dilemma, or hell, what my dilemma is, I'd appreciate it.
Now, on to other things.
( Last night on TV )
Roller Rink Storytime!
I got my glasses in 5th grade. For at least part of 5th grade I couldn't see a damn thing. I kind of just figured you weren't really supposed to see the people on stage during plays and things at school. I really didn't want glasses. We're talking early, early, EARLY 90's so I think you know what sort of glasses were being offered to a ten year old. Think Karen Brewer only chubbier.
Eventually the nurse realizes I'm blind as a friggin' bat and I go to get my first pair o' glasses. I don't remember much other than I didn't love them, purple or no. (There is a reason I love my pay for this Jessica-glasses icon) It was cold, probably around my dad's birthday, and I've been invited to a birthday party at Stardust. Big deal, man. This is the (at the time) better rink and dude, I was not going there wearing my new glasses. Mostly because new glasses will always, always, always equal eye-strain headache as your eyes adjust to this new torture, but also because I wasn't used to looking through the world with frames around things. It took forever to get used to it and it still freaks me out sometimes.
But this logic escaped my parents as they seemed to believe it was better to kill my head during a party than any other time. Finally my devious self pointed out that since I couldn't skate worth a damn anyway, I'd probably fall on my duff, my glasses would go flying, and someone would run them over. How horrible for their first outing!
Point for me. Didn't have to wear them the whole time, but I did have to bring them to wear for a little bit. I think we all know that didn't happen often. I'm pretty sure someone asked me about them, I put them on, and they were satisfied at having seen my dorkitude.
As it happens, I did fall down on the rink, and someone did roll right into me, kicking my ankle (further killing it) and then running over my hand.
Later, when I got used to the glasses, I decided I looked much better with them on than I did with them off, making me the only kid I knew who felt that way. I still feel weird when people ask if I'll ever either get surgery (I'm pretty sure I'd still need glasses afterward. That's how bad my eyesight is.) or contacts, though I no longer feel 'better' in glasses.
Now you know.