Thursday Night

Everyone else went to Dublin Pub ...

we made embarrassing music videos.

"Rude Boy" Video by Rihanna--an M.I.A.Ripoff?

I just want to be the first to point out that Rihanna's "Rude Boy" video is a complete imitation of M.I.A.

First watch these:

Now watch this!:

IMO simply being from Barbados doesn't give you the credentials to use the term "rudeboy" in a talentless pop song, either ... but that's just me.

Trey Songz - Missing You

He told me about this song and I listened to it, and was on the floor crying before I got out of my towel

Well, at least I have nothing to look forward to

Spontaneous saline combustion

Can't find the fucking ice cream scoop with all these tears in my eyes.

The amaretto & cream wore off so now, to drown my worries and maybe-sorrows in Neapolitan ice cream.

I don't even want ice cream, I want my boyfriend.

You know, the boyfriend I'm gonna be with forever, the boyfriend who jokes with me about making babies, the boyfriend who makes up the only other body and soul I share my life and bed with and would ever want to.

It's the worst part all over again, when I really (naively) thought we were safe. When I think about it, it's not that I just want to hear the news, because there's a good chance it'll be bad, and that's the part I'm worrying about. But the worrying hurts like a bitch because I don't know whether to chill the fuck out because everything's gonna be okay, or to start preparing myself for what is going to feel like a cliff dive.

Uglymonster

Made from a red t-shirt that belonged to my late grandmother.

As you can see, using a knit had an interesting effect: the front and back layers were cut with the grain perpendicular, so they stretched different directions when I put the stuffing in, creating a bowed effect.

Crotch shot so you can see his little feeties.

DIY: Imitation Free People Crochet Headband

Back in early December my boyfriend made me walk with him around the mall and show him things I liked, because he didn't know what to get me for Christmas. (It felt like cheating, but thankfully he got me nothing I pointed to, so I guess it was fair.) Anyway, During this excursion we went into Free People, where I found a knit head wrap with crochet flowers on it that looked surprisingly cute on me:

... but it was $28. I didn't feel like shelling out thirty bucks on a headband. BUT the other day I checked in on Threadbanger's latest DIY videos, and lo and behold, a tutorial on how to crochet a headband:

I embarked on a project (complete with iced coffee and See's chocolate nearby):

JUST so everyone knows, flower appliques are IMPOSSIBLE to crochet, and anyone who makes them is a liar because a quadruple crochet stitch can't be done. Since I can't figure it out. After giving up on countless videos, including a really awful Threadbanger one (usually they rock, but this one was just terrible; most of their YouTube comments agree with me), I fudged some sort of frilly circular things that can pass for something floral, and tied them on.

Here is my cat, modeling the final product:

I saved the best part for last. The price!:

Proudest Thrift Store Finds

The chain on this vintage kisslock purse broke a while back, so after I repaired it I strung hemp twine through it for reinforcement. It's one of my favorites, ever.

Yeah, that's my footprint on these real wood and leather wedges. I wore them to death. They were $13 at Secrets inside Mamo Mart.

Size L, required a small seam intake, easy stuff.

An amazing book for $0.65!

This sheer white blouse scrunches up at the bottom and flounces out a little.

There was a small tear in the slit at the top, which my daddy repaired with that little triangle from the inside hem.

Vintage Hawaiian dress from the '60s. It's sort of difficult to wear seriously, but I love the fabric.

A genuine Coach handbag ... for $3. One of the straps was damaged, but fixable.

This is really nothing special, and the lid is missing, but I think it's pretty. I bought it for flower arranging class.

People really like this dress when I wear it. It's Rampage brand, but it's probably from the '90s.

This one's really good quality! No brand label, but it's well-sewn and lined.

The Salvation Army is my go-to for really great vintage belts.

A little PVC Asian-print clutch ...

... never used.

my life is stupid

I'm here because I don't know what else to do.

Things I like about school:

- Clement

- my friends

- the train station is close

- bunnies

- squirrels

- pretty trees

- Dr. Les Baltimore

- Professor Costello

- Professor Axelrod

- Earle has an elevator

- free condoms

- free shuttle

- Mirirai's Coffeehouses

- ...

What I hate about school:

- everything else.

Enstasy

My body feels like my particles built a wall. I'm holding him but I'm not melting into him.

Time heals all wounds, time heals all wounds.

PSA: 4th Floor Girls

If you pee by squatting over the toilet bowl, YOU DO NOT NEED THE SEAT.

I'm tired of you bitches with terrible aim pissing all over the seat, rendering it unusable by those of us who know your filthy cell phone has more germs than the average toilet seat, and actually sit on the damn thing.

Put the seat up, dirty despicable females.

Dear Indie Hipster Musicians,

Please put down your ukuleles.

Thanks,

Gnat

Crying

I get pretty emotional during Sacre du Printemps. When Meg/Arielle is running around exposed I almost cry, nearly every run, which is saying a lot because I've seen the show repeatedly.

I also cry at the thought of my cat Bob dying while I'm away at college. I hope that never happens.

And I feel like crying because I bought myself a toy at Urban Outfitters that I don't even like anymore, and the Toys 4 Tots drive starts tomorrow, and I wish I never opened it so I could donate it.

I don't like dealing with customers and I don't like getting up every day and being forced to dance

Burnout burnout

burnout

I already clocked out

I don't know what to do

when I don't

give a shit

There's only one of me.

Something has to give. I'm either going to flunk or lose my job, definitely be poor and homeless, as well as hungry, and sick forever. Everybody demands all my time and energy, and I try to juggle it all, but eventually I'm going to drop something, or all of it.

Wow, record time. It only took me four weeks this year to be miserable and hate everything

Courtesy 101

HEY, guys, it's time for a basic courtesy lesson. And I do mean basic. Things your mother should have taught you when you were a little sprout, and if she didn't, yo' mama sucks. That's right, I am dissing YO' MAMA.

1. If there's someone within a few paces of you, hold the door for them. Otherwise it makes for a really awkward door-catching moment for them and slows down traffic. Definitely do this if the person is crippled, carrying a lot of items, or higher-up than you. In other words old, or they give you a grade or money. But do it for everyone, or you're a lazy jerk. Also, it is really annoying when you walk into a dorm and let the door shut and lock in front of my face, so I have to dig my key out of my book bag, when it would have been so easy for you to just hold it open for two seconds.

2. GTFO of the way. I'm so glad you ran into your friend you haven't seen since 2:36 p.m. yesterday and you have a lot to catch up on, but can you please step to the side to discuss these important matters like what Lady GaGa wore to the VMAs? Seriously, I have places to go. Even when I don't have places to go, I like to walk at a reasonably brisk pace. I think it should be legal to kick and/or shove people who are blocking a path out of the way.

3. Don't race people to the line. That is just immature and chickenshit. If I'm done "shopping" and I'm holding my food and I have my payment ready to go, please don't grab your last thing and run to get in front of me. That is asshole behavior.

4. This is for dancers. Whatever barre space there is when you get there is what you get. You do not get to come in to the studio AFTER someone and wedge yourself into the spot you want. If they get there first, IT IS THEIR SPOT. I don't understand what is so complicated or unfair about this. If you want that spot so badly, hustle your ass to class and be there before I am, Jesus Christ!

5. Shut the hell up when someone else is talking.

Practice these five easy steps and soon, more advanced courteous moments will illuminate themselves for you!

Also, fuck everyone, because you are all assholes.

Now I really feel like trying. Not.

I promise you I'm never going to be Modern level 3 material, therefore I shall forever be level 2 everything until the day they get their shit together and arrange a schedule in which you can be two in one thing and three in another.

It's coming!

It's really jarring to look at my calendar's to-do list and see only "Call Work"; "Pack"; and "Move-In Day."

The latest crop of modeling photos.

I'm starting to feel like I'm making progress. When I first got inspired to try my hand at modeling (thanks to participation in a shoot with Anna, for her portfolio, and the strong opinion of my friends that I should model for American Apparel), I had to politely ask my friends with nice cameras if they would take pictures of me. I started building a portfolio, taking note of what poses flatter me. I posted them on my modeling network page (modelmayhem.com/gnat), and made "friendships" with local photographers.

Soon, local photographers were contacting ME, instead of the other way around! Previously, I have paid the requested fee to have photos taken by Beth Souza (modelmayhem.com/BLSimaging), but this time she easily agreed to do it for the price of film, per my suggestion. I'm supposed to have another TFCD / TFP (time for prints) shoot on Sunday, also photographer's suggestion. No word on time/place yet, though.

Anyway, here are some results from yesterday's shoot with Beth: