Super glue, of course!
Bimbo Lala did it again. -_-
I know there's a shop in Pavilion called Bimba and Lola but somehow I always read it as Bimbo and Lala so that's what I call Shella now.
But I digress.
So anyway, I lent Shella my super glue yesterday and she managed to glue the tube to the table. -_-
She dripped glue onto the table and didn't notice it. So after she finished using it she chucked the glue aside and surprise, surprise...it landed on the puddle of superglue.
Imagine my surprise when I tried pick up the tube and it stuck fast to the table. Only with a calculated wrench, I was able to remove it from the surface of the table.
Super glue covered my whole thumb.
I -_-ed her and she apologized in her childlike way and I waved the matter aside, thinking that was the extent of the damage.
But NOOOO.
Today Jennifer wanted to use the super glue and she found that she couldn't open it.
I told her to use her clothes for some friction because sometimes the cover is a little sticky after use, but to no avail. I tried and it didn't work either.
I asked Jimmy and he failed to open it too. So we said if a guy can't do it let's just write the tube off.
When I tried to recall how I screwed the cap back on, I realised the Shella was the last person who used it and she must have put the cap back on without waiting for glue on the nozzle to dry.
Effectively, she not only super glued my tube to the table, but also super glued the tube of super glue shut.
@&*#^*&^#
Sighing, I tried wiggling the cap side to side to loosen the dried glue as it works sometimes, but she must have closed the cap with a huge shitload of glue on the nozzle because the whole fucking thing snapped off!
PAK!
Needless to say, fresh super glue splattered on my construction materials, my shirt, my hair and my face!
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.
I just gasped and sat there, stoning. Wtf just happened? And complaining and cursing like hell that I wasted my limited plastic sheeting that I was going to use to construct my lighting project. (You can never wipe super glue off cleanly.)
Amanda and Jen O_Oed me and told me to hurry and go to the toilet la! Why am I sitting there?
Grumbling, I asked them to please help me wipe the plastic sheeting thanks and I marched to the bathroom irritated.
I met my lecturer and program coordinator on the way out. They stared at me, what with my awkward posture - I looked like someone threw an egg at me with my arms stiffly at my sides and my disgusted face.
"I snapped my tube of superglue."
Immediately my lecturer asked if I got any in my eyes and I said no, only my face and hair.
She ran hot water in the sink for me before going back to the class, leaving my bending down over the sink and running the hot water over the patch of super glued hair.
ARGH.
I wiped some off my forehead and found more on my neck when I came home to shower.
But all I can say it thank god I got to the glue before it dried - I would bloody hate to cut off my fringe after growing it out for 8 bloody months!
After letting my hair run under the tap for a while, I let it dry off and started peeling the remaining flakes of dried glue off the ends. =_= It's like picking dandruff, only it STICKS to your hair.
HAJHVJHVDAJGVF
But anyway, now I have a reason to justify keeping my long and VERY messy, face-obscuring fringe - it probably just saved me from getting blinded.
Or gluing my eyelids shut.
Little miracles.
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