My scanner continues to scan things as bright primary yellow 80% of the time. Makes me glad for photoshop, but I wish I could scan some of the coloured things I've done lately. Is a digital camera the only way to deal with this? Well. Aside from buying a new scanner...

Logic, pfah.

I quit Jack in the Box recently. Feels good not being burned and insulted all the time! However, my wallet makes deep soulful eyes at me and whimpers to be fed. Fortunately I have the job as a part time secretary to lean on, and I have hopes (desperate prayers) that it continues and grows over time. I really like it, aside from the Balrog who glares and tries to humiliate and sabotage. She's not something I'm worried about on a personal level, as her attempts to screw me over thus far have been pitiful, with only one exception.

In other news, there was a string of arsons in my area. All of them field fires as I understand. One came very... very close to my apartment complex. Fifty feet away. People were wheeling their baby carriages out to go watch it as the flames rushed towards them over the dry grasses. Police came and evacuated everybody.

I know it was arson. Impossible not to be. The smoke was black and oily close to the grass at the one close to us, and at a second that I saw it rose up in great choking clouds. Gasoline. You just can't mistake it for something else. Five in our area in one day, all set around the same time. Another the day after that.

I'm still nervous to unpack the handful of things I grabbed and shoved into my bag on the first day. It's a little odd, knowing /exactly/ what you'd take out. EXACTLY. I mean, we all ask: What would you take out if your house burned down? The very first thing? when we quiz our friends jokingly or in a sort of personality test, or cause of a few drinks turning our minds to deeper things (haha). I grabbed some things, and tore my apartment to shreds to find papers. Stuff got into my pockets that I don't recall putting in. I had a sketchbook crammed into my jacket, three scarves on, my goggles, and a sheepskin ready to sleep on. And some other things, like my laptop bag, a picture my grandmother brought from Finland, her tiny Finnish-English dictionary, and my Joy of Cooking. It later occurred to me that I'd put a little bronze mouse into my back pocket, though I didn't notice till later on when I took a shower and I had a nasty little purple bruise from sitting on it. xD And I won't lie; the pocket of my jacket inexplicably was full of dry lentils.

Who the hell brings out a handful of dry lentils when there's a 7-11 down the street and people within a greyhound ride that can take care of them? >.>