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aliceylain) wrote2012-06-13 07:55 pm
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So quite a few people commented to my previous entry and I haven't responded back because...I'm afraid? I wrote that post really quickly and the next morning, I pretty much regretted posting it because I surely don't know what I'm talking about when it comes to consumerism and waste and recycling. For some reason, I think people are going to be mean to me even though no one has ever been mean to me via my DW or LJ ever. It's my paranoia speaking, what can I say, and the crippling knowledge that I don't have much knowledge. So I'm going to quietly pretend the previous post doesn't exist. We cool? We cool.
In other news, I built a table.

Materials:
- a table insert that I wasn't using for anything else
- a lot of hardback books
Cost:
$00000000000000.0000000000000000!
I'm quite proud of myself because this makeshift table solves a couple of problems. For one, I don't have to store the table insert in my hallway closet and that gives me a little more room. Using hardback books as table legs mean that I have more room on my bookshelves and I was able to empty another box that was full of notebooks. I get another place to put picture frames, which actually freed up another shelf on another bookcase, which I will fill with DVDs that are still packed away.
The cons? Well, it's not very stable at all. This isn't too big of a problem because I'm not likely to accidentally bump into it. I'm not saying that I won't knock it over at some point, but it's not a high probability. Also, you can't see it in the pictures, but there are little nubs sticking out the front that are supposed to be used to guide the table insert into place on my kitchen table. That part does bug me a little and I keep thinking of things I could put over them to cover them up. (A tablecloth? But I don't want to cover up the wood. Styrofoam disguised as wood? Yeeeeeeeah, I'm not that crafty.)
All in all, not a bad solution. I may buy an actual table for that area at some point, but there's definitely no rush.
In other news, I built a table.



Materials:
- a table insert that I wasn't using for anything else
- a lot of hardback books
Cost:
$00000000000000.0000000000000000!
I'm quite proud of myself because this makeshift table solves a couple of problems. For one, I don't have to store the table insert in my hallway closet and that gives me a little more room. Using hardback books as table legs mean that I have more room on my bookshelves and I was able to empty another box that was full of notebooks. I get another place to put picture frames, which actually freed up another shelf on another bookcase, which I will fill with DVDs that are still packed away.
The cons? Well, it's not very stable at all. This isn't too big of a problem because I'm not likely to accidentally bump into it. I'm not saying that I won't knock it over at some point, but it's not a high probability. Also, you can't see it in the pictures, but there are little nubs sticking out the front that are supposed to be used to guide the table insert into place on my kitchen table. That part does bug me a little and I keep thinking of things I could put over them to cover them up. (A tablecloth? But I don't want to cover up the wood. Styrofoam disguised as wood? Yeeeeeeeah, I'm not that crafty.)
All in all, not a bad solution. I may buy an actual table for that area at some point, but there's definitely no rush.
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Sneaky!
Also, I just wanted to say that you're one of my favorite journals to read. You have so much heart and even though I sense that you struggle with the willingness to express yourself (or maybe I'm projecting what I've had trouble with onto you, sorry), it's so honest and pure. I'm really glad you're still posting. :)
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This comment is also really awkward and I don't know how to end it. JOKE TIME? JOKE TIME.
The teacher came outside and found one of her students sitting on the ground, her hand in a mud puddle. "What are you doing," asked the teacher.
The girl looked up and said, "They say it rained an inch and a quarter last night, and I sure could use the twenty-five cents!"