|
funny story
|
Jul. 14th, 2008 @ 09:25 am
|
|---|
|
I received this link from a friend today... It makes you wonder what is going on on the internet without your knowledge.
http://www.bamkapow.com/gallery.phtml?gk=23
(I think I'm number 17) |
|
funny little life
|
Jul. 14th, 2008 @ 01:13 am
|
|---|
|
I am sewing for the most bizarre fashion show ever right now. It's kind of blowing my mind. I just found out how the show is getting funded, and... and... it's really hilarious.
The clothes are gross, but at least the models are nice. I met this nice lady today, and I'm going to be taking hakama in for her on Tuesday. She's a dress size 2 with 36DDs, and runs a dojo.
This job is awesome. |
|
|
Jun. 5th, 2008 @ 05:30 pm
|
|---|
|
No car, no money, and rain means Hilary's going for a walk. I was terrified that my only remaining possession of any value would get waterlogged, but Shelby's loaner laptop bag worked very well, and I trucked two miles across campus in the pouring rain, suited up in a windbreaker, galoshes, and my cute 60's tent umbrella. It's fun to stand in the gushing rain-rivers waiting for a light to turn with bone-dry feet. Skinny jeans are unsuitable for wetness, however, and have turned into wrinkled, clingy elephant skin. I enjoyed looking at other's umbrellas and different methods of coping with rain. A portly man struggled to keep his belly dry, another walked stoically with a flower box balanced on his head.
Living in a house while trying to make it look like you're not living there is tricky. It's hard to know if I'm welcome in the kitchen- not like I have all that much money for lavish meals, anyways.
I'm sitting in a puddle generated from my ass, looking for jobs. What a dreary day.Current Mood:  uncomfortable Current Music: ratatat |
|
the beautiful ones
|
May. 16th, 2008 @ 03:56 pm
|
|---|
|
It's not going to be hard to be a couch surfer, but harder to tell people you're going to be a couch surfer.
Ain't no shame, honey lamb.
Ain't no shame in those dust bunnies on the floor.
Ain't no shame to hear my music with a needle
Ain't no shame reaching elbow deep into my cabinet for dinner
Ain't no shame in what color I make my hair
Ain't no shame in the clothes that bring me joy to wear
Ain't no shame at my disorder, my laziness, my unabashed wonder, my dignity, my speculations on love. I do not hate the way you live, but I'd hate to live in shame.
We are the wealthy and the beautiful, and we are the wrong. We live with antiquity and gaiety while the world pours around us with a magma fury. I hope I can be of use as this child, too. I do not build buildings, I do not think great things. I am a lunatic with her head turned up, naive enough to drown in the rain. But as I amble, fixated, I might collide into another, bumping into a friend.
We tried on our graduation robes last night in funny ways. I think they are made out of extruded plastic. It is the shittiest thirty dollars I have ever wasted in my life. |
|
Being a dick at runway shows round two
|
May. 4th, 2008 @ 07:11 am
|
|---|
|
Show complete! It was way fun! The show suuuuucccckkkkkeeeeddd asshole, though. Luckily, Andrea and I were determined not to get down on that shit, and had a really fun time. Both of our pieces looked spectacular, and got a positive reaction from the crowd. Auctioning off the pieces was mandatory, but Ellen gave me a knowing nod as I had Luci stealthily swipe the mustard shorts and bustier set bid sheet off the table, and stuff Tyler's bleach sack in his duffle bag. La la la....!
Olivia came and did a few of the girl's hair for me- and she did a great job. I had her do a blonde ambition era Madonna ponytail for Sarah, and give Luci gigantic sex hair. We decided halfway into the photoset, with Tyler collapsed in the brick corner, nipples hanging out of his Zubaz vest, that the aesthetic of my line was "trailer trash from outer space." Everyone had gigantic fake tattoos, obnoxious sunglasses, and a general cocaine-induced gloss. Jeremy drew the most incredibly sleeve of tats on himself, some of the highlights being a hamburger, "Swayze 4 life", dietary facts form Coca Cola zero, Burrito Grande, and other shit. He drew a Jage Bomb tattoo on Dave that sort of defies description.
I am beyond pumped to get the photos, and when I do, I'll be sure to link them!
If only I could do this shit for a living, I would be in heaven. Dave, in his v-neck genie pant glory, had some teen boys come up to him and commend him for being an inspiration to male dressing. I just hope that my designs will get people to think a little different and have fun with their appearance, remembering that everything, including what you wear, can make you part of the all-encompassing cosmic joke. |
| » fashion, motherfuckers! |
|---|
I'm nearly done with everything for the show. I want to go home and shower before setting up the photo station and everything. I hope today goes well and everyone has fun.
Here's to not sleeping and a hopefully rad fashion show!!!!
Urrarraggghhhhh!!!!
May. 3rd, 2008 @ 11:13 am
|
| » Gaaaahhh! |
|---|
Joni Mitchell! Joni Mitchell! Joni Mitchell!!!!!!!
I am being transported to a heartbreaking fairyland. I am powerhousing my portfolio. It is 8am and I am still up. Gaaahhhhhh.
This music is so amazing. Oh my god. I am blown away.
Apr. 28th, 2008 @ 08:00 am
|
| » Hammer pants and tits |
|---|
Last night, last minute after working my balls off all day, I went to see a Gay Witch Abortion show (we went for only a half hour but it was totally worth it), drank some** Premo, and watched Jurassic Park with Dave until 3. It was a good bro date. Feeling guilty about having too much fun, I punished myself by waking up at 5am, and walked to McNeal Hall in the snow (yes, snow. In April) to catch up on the Goodwill Show. I worked until noon, and then went to Goodwill Headquarters for the rehearsal. There are more designers and dec pieces than I thought there would be, and my total lack of organization or ability to bring in finished pieces somehow worried no one. I have 9 looks total. They are all started in some way, I just didn't feel like hauling in a big pile of shit.
I finally finally finally just got a chunk of sleep bigger than two hours in. It was really great. Now it's back to sewing, and somehow shitting my portfolio out by 1pm Monday. Kill me.
**could be considered a fuckton.
Apr. 26th, 2008 @ 08:16 pm
|
| » bbbbttthhhhhh |
|---|
I crashed at 7pm last night. I hadn't slept the previous two nights. Like for real. I intended to take a two hour nap, but instead woke up at 5am. Poor Tyler was still up, tweaking balls about his big project due this morning. I took my time getting ready, and got to class at 7am. And now I'm working on an acid washed denim bustier for the Goodwill show and debating whether or not to waste my precious remaining money on coffee or food. I'm goddamn broke.
I really need to get a job lined up for the summer. So far, I'm planning to minimize my expenses by couch surfing and eating garbage. I don't have a car, so that's pretty cool. I'd like to work for the Vee corporation with Andrea- I think I'll call them today. I'd be down with sewing muppet costumes for a living.
Man I'm really hungry. Coffee?
Apr. 23rd, 2008 @ 10:38 am
|
| » morphthing.com |
|---|
I morphed a picture of me with Jareth. It is horrifying to behold.
Tomorrow is Man Man and Yeasayer. I better be done being sick by then- cuz mama wants to danceeeeee!!!!
Apr. 18th, 2008 @ 12:40 am
|
| » Pics from fashion show! |
|---|
Here are some images from the photographer at the show, V. Paul Virtucio. They are really neat!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/13182155@N02/sets/72157604529582964/
The Rubber Ball was this week. I wore 7 inch heels and somehow did not die. It was fun. I spent all of Sunday rasping and sanding pants to distress them for Romeo and Juliet, and have gotten a nasty cold over the course of the last 10 hours from inhaling denim fiber. I sewed several apron skirts for Calpurnia Peach tonight too. I hope that I am not still sick for Voltage on Wednesday. That would be lame and gay.
Apr. 14th, 2008 @ 07:32 am
|
| » Black Metal, White Castle. |
|---|
These things are a great combination. There is nothing like slugging down sliders while wearing a mesh shirt, your fake chestpiece showing through. There's nothing like shaking hands at the show with this kid who introduced himself as "Satan", who then volunteered the information that he was rolling on Oxycotin, beer, and had thrown up several times. Later in the evening, as I was shoving dancers back into the human tornado, he came over to me and gave me a heavy shove of a greeting that sent me flying. I told him to stop because I had no traction, that I was standing in something wet. He told me that it was probably his puke. I gave him a high five because I had just slipped in Satan's vomit. For real.
At any rate, Dimmu Borgir was theatrical and hilarious. I had as much fun watching the human activity unfolding in the mosh pit in front of me as I did getting bodyslammed from every direction and attempting to pick out any of the lyrics. I had a lot of guys come up to me to compliment my hair, which is funny because I suspect that they thought I was a dude at first glance and were thrown for a curve when I turned out to be female. Whatever, I got a free drink out of it. It's funny how I never get hassled until I'm in a costume of some kind.
There was so much beautiful windmill hair. My neck is so sore. Where do all these people come from? How do they manage to maintain a black metal lifestyle when the music they love is at least 10 years past its heyday? I enjoyed the concert for the social questions it sparked. I wish I could move my neck more, though.
Apr. 9th, 2008 @ 07:24 am
|
| » Puttin' on the white. |
|---|
Ma hair is white, or rather close to it! How awesome is that? Here is a picture.
Apr. 6th, 2008 @ 05:17 am
|
| » white hair |
|---|
so i went in for a consultation on getting white hair today, sort of against my will. It will cost 150 initially, plus about 100 a month for maintenance. I will just wait until the stress naturally turns it white, I guess. Unless any of you hep cats out there know a way to do it myself, or for way cheaper.
Apr. 3rd, 2008 @ 04:15 pm
|
| » Drag Queens and costumes for sale! |
|---|
Drag queen. In my living room. Digging through my sparkle sweaters. Rustling through my wigs. Trying on my neoprene biker jackets. Analyzing the fit of my corsets. We filled up two large bags and sent Kysa home with what looked like an 80's and hair explosion. Cosplay standby pieces are great because in my experience they are great for entering other subcultures- from dance to drag. Tomorrow I get to go see what outfits he puts together with my shit.
I am currently selling some of my old costumes on the cosplay.com marketplace to clean out my closet. I am selling Judy, Seras, Sophie, Yuuko, my Bible Black costume, and a few wigs. I hate to sell my Yuuko costume, but I am fucking broke and I'm sure someone can get some wear out of it. I am having good luck on sales so far. Go check them out before they're gone!
I've been sewing for Calpurnia Peach and still have a shitload to do for the Goodwill show. Busy woman, right here. Let's hope I can stay motivated!!!!!
I have great friends. Thanks, you guys.
Mar. 29th, 2008 @ 06:07 pm
|
| » caffeine and nicotine |
|---|
yup.
Mar. 11th, 2008 @ 08:33 pm
|
| » Obsessssssssed with the National |
|---|
Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
Tiptoe through our shiny city with our diamond slippers on
Do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything it wants
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
Mar. 11th, 2008 @ 05:22 am
|
| » tired and wired |
|---|
I fell asleep at 11pm yesterday and woke up at 3am. Grooooosssss. I've been researching flushable diapers, sketching for my design project, and ignoring other important homework assignments. I need a bucket of coffee right now but am hellllllla broke. I'm afraid to check my bank account. That 200 dollar phone bill really cleaned me out.
I went to the-all-you-can-drink/eat beer and pizza night last night with the crew, and we ended up getting pretty sloshed with a surly Native American named Steve, and his longtime lady friend Lisa. It was pretty fucking rowdy. There is nothing more beautiful than watching a Cambodian youth pouring a middle-aged Indian Packer fan a beer. What great camaraderie there is to be had over large amounts of booze. Pouring for your friends, friends pouring for you- ah, America.
I'll be back next week for certain.
Mar. 6th, 2008 @ 12:45 pm
|
| » Spank spank spank! |
|---|
We went to Ground Zero last night for Dave's birthday. It is a pretty cool place. It's a dive full of schoolgirl-dressed chubby otaku, ravers left over from the 90's and some pretty hep cats. There are male and female gogo dancers. More corsets than a Victoria Secret show. We dressed in our finery and got there hella late. Since it was Dave's birthday, we conferred with the in-house dominatrices to do something awful to him. They complied, strapped him to a chair, and publicly humiliated him in front of the entire upstairs. Hot wax, ice down the britches, and 300 harsh birthday paddlings and spankings that went a bit like this-
*smack*smack*smack*smack* "One." *smack*smack*smack*smack*smack* "two...." and so forth until they got to 24. (Dave is actually only 23 but when they asked him his age he couldn't remember, he was so distraught.) It's interesting that people pay for this shit.
Today was the last day of my show. Halfway through the big Harmonia Gardens number (yaknow... Hello Dolly) someone down the street from the theater hopped a curb and took out the transformer, blowing the power for the entire city block. The cast managed to finish the number in the pitch black, and then by flashlights and cell phones summarized the rest of the show and finished with a bittersweet occapela finale. Everyone was dissapointed and crying, making it a very sad and depressing strike for the show. We didn't think we could even strike, since it was dark, but the power came up, leaving hours of difficult labor for the cast. All the diabetics ended up crashing, and I hauled three huge dumpsters full of scrap wood out for pickup in the freezing rain. I think I smoked about 5 cigarettes throughout the day. Poor Sarah was a wreck.
I went to hug the leading lady, Diana, and she gave me a tearful hug that almost crushed my spine. It was a pretty big downer, but everyone tried their best to wrap up the show. Now all that's left is the laundering and returning of the borrowed pieces. It's going to be odd to have a big chunk of my life back.
I found out that I'm not needed for the Rubber Ball, so instead will focus my efforts on a Goodwill sustainable fashion show that goes out in May. That's a bit more doable than mid April, especially since I will be sewing for Calpurnia Peach for Voltage.
I'm very stressed out, very melancholy, and very panicked. I want nothing more than to have certain things in my life go away right now, but since that can't happen I'm going to have to buck up and remember that other human beings are here to help me, and ignoring my problems won't do much to solve them. I'm borderline anxiety-attacking 24/7. Lord, help me be strong to get through this semester. I desperately need to move on in my life.
Onwards! Motivation, you've gone the way of a Green Day song.
Mar. 3rd, 2008 @ 02:52 am
|
| » Going to Texas! |
|---|
Woooo Spring Break!
Doncha love last minute plans?
Andrea invited me to go to the USITT convention in Houston today, and I said yes. After a hefty reg fee and booking a hotel, I have yet to figure out what the fuck else there is to do in Houston besides going to the convention and trying to get a job in a theatrical costume shop.
Anyone been to Houston?
Feb. 29th, 2008 @ 09:36 pm
|
|
|
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
eightiespoof's journal