poor clam

just back from lab. did enzyme analysis on the clam. me being the happy chick with the hammer unwittingly applied too much force and cracked the shell of the clam too much and it got smashed to smitherinesss....

ok even tho they were all "sacrificed" in the first place,

but i made it die in a more horrible way than i should have. wasnt expecting the shell to give way so easily after seeing the demonstrator previously whacking it a few times.

*shrugs*

oh well anyways, suddenly discovered my cousins online on friendster, so i added them to my list. all younger than me, but all suddenly seem so much older with the make up and clothes.

i wonder when i'll be more comfy with the make up and clothes. i'm always in the t-shirt and jeans, with the tossled hair that i refuse to do anything about. ie, as aggie mentions sometimes, i'm quite a plain jane. :P

but going out to wrk soon, depending on the job, i prolly have to learn how to wear proper makeup (i get by with just the blush now hee) and look a lil older to be taken more seriously at the workplace?

oh wells.

tired.