I happened to browse Complex Geometries’ website at 11pm and saw they were having a 40% of EVERYTHING sale. The mega hose still hasn’t been restocked but I got the drape back dress after much deliberation (and asking everyone available on FB chat & on SS ) I am excited!
I will never take summer classes again. OH WAIT WON’T HAVE TO. Applied for my degree audit yesterday, in 3-5 business days University of Tampa will call me and tell me what part of my soul I need to sell to make ensure May graduation is a reality. Because if it is not, I have a very beautiful funeral planned. Really, cherry wood casket and an uplifting soundtrack.
On break in scriptwriting class (IM A JOURNALISM MAJOR BTW) and other than spilling water all over myself and crawling under the desk to plug in my computer during my professor’s “important” lecture, it’s been uneventful. I decided to take this opportunity to focus on something very vital to my essence:
Last year I was Bjork, I stuffed a fucking swan. Do you know how long that took? Sleeping in feathers passed out on someone’s couch was not a very sexy way to end the night, but when you’re at a party where the median weight is 87 pounds and the average costume had no more to it than pasties and a tutu, it was inevitable. Really, I’m not ashamed, because that would mean I had dignity to begin with.
So this year, I am hoping to go with something more character. RE: Comic Book/Cartoon.
There is an employee at the EVOS on Howard Ave in South Tampa who refers to me as “Modern Betty Boop.” He makes it a point to always make my veggie burgers and hand deliver them and ask me if I am from New York. Every. time. It is okay though, because I like to believe uncomfortable flattery is just a part of the EVOS shtick.
My other hopeful option: Wonder Woman!!! Because why the hell not. Look at this bitch:
YEAHHH. But in reality I know I will probably look more like this:
I’d like to give a big fuck you to myself for not ever learning how to cook, and coincidentally starving now because my parents are out of town and I am carless. Go figure. I have, however, devoured a bag of swedish fish and discovered my dad’s hidden cap’n crunch stash. Gross.
To think I once fangirl-ed and stanned your collections like no other.
The latest Rodarte collection, as well as a limited edition MAC cosmetics line, is said to be inspired by the sisters road trip through El Paso, TX-Marfa. Especially inspiring seemed to be the city of Juarez, more commonly known for being the most violent city in the world, apart from a war zone. Thousands of women are killed yearly, with 37 reported murders in the first 4 days of 2010 alone. The sisters were said to be particularly moved by witnessing the women head to work at the factories in the middle of the night, their clothes haphazardly thrown on, coinciding with what most thought the collection was inspired by—sleepwalking.
However, the sisters continued on to inform press of their true inspirations for the line, as well as naming the MAC products “Ghost Town”, “Factory”, and “Juarez.”
Just a thought-how does the senseless brutality of a city that wipes women clean from the face of the earth inspire your $4000 dresses? There is no ironic undertone, there is no sweet message to be found. The deaths of these people with whom you supposedly draw inspiration from are going to be forgotten as you collect a check for each shredded garment you sell, and lets not forget-these women are making your jeans.
One of my roommates is moving to San Fransisco. Its due to circumstance and given the circumstance things could be worse. Its a great city, as far as I’m aware, but there are plenty of great cities. There’s a lot of places that seem like a great time to visit and I’d like to see them all but there…