icemint

So it's near midnight and I'm as bored as hell. Socials exam is in a little more than 24 hours and I haven't cracked open a single book. Should I be worried? I'll deal with it later. I'm experimenting with a bottle of black nail polish that I found in the bathroom cabinet. It's been there for ages and I haven't used it since fourth grade. I twist the bottle open and it's the most disgusting thing I've seen all day. There's like lumps coagulated at the bottom and a bit of murky liquid above it. I must be really bored and I'm interested in seeing what I'd look like now with black nails, so I go for it. Big mistake. It's gross. I can't get it off. I can't find my nail polish remover and I'm gonna cry if I scrub anymore. Now it's like, two nails solid black, one faded middle finger and two others that're some other weird colour that I found. It's actually okay if you look at it from afar. But it feels funny and I haven't done a good job of it. I painted with my left hand and it's a bit shaky. Oh, well. Come Thursday, you'll see my fingers like this. Hm, it could pass off as excess creativity. Go me.

eta: Idiosycrasy, as pointed out by citrikacid.