owwwww, my arm hurts. And I'm tired or working on my stupid outline....aaaaaarrrrgghhhh.... and when I'm done with that, I have to come up with a logo for myself for speech.....god....how laaaaaame!! Damned class...I really wish I didn't have to take it. But I have to take it now, because I want to do drama next year. Mrah.
Grandma took the skirt home with her to finish the hem, and I've been sewing around where the grommets are going to be put in the bodice. I'm going to finish that and put the grommets in tomorrow. Hot damn.
You know what? Shit. I don't think I'm sewing close enough to where the holes for the grommets are going to be. That means I have to go back and redo sixteen grommet reenforcements. Fuuuuuuuuuck. And I was going to go to bed early tonight!!!
On the up side, Rachel and I had a wonderful time at the Mall of America yesterday. ;-) Saw Pia, which was super nice, and did a lot of shopping and spending of, um, ALL my moolah. Oh well. That was the school clothes shopping I meant to do during September. :-)
Project for today - duct tape waist cincher.
Materials needed - more duct tape, boning, vinyl if I have time for it, cord some sort of edging...vinyl, maybe?
Things to do before cincher - drop off "Blow" at Blockbuster, church [obviously, or I wouldn't be up this early], fix the waistband of black skirt, decide if I want the cincher to lace up in front or in back.
The last thing I have to do is decide which dead ballerina skirt I wear tomorrow-- red or black?
::grumbles:: I wish I had shiny boots. Maybe that's what I'll have to get tomorrow.....mmm....shiny boots.....buckles..........
going to bed.....at least then I can lie on my back and hopefully let these knots and kinks work themselves out to their normal state of agonizing pain.
owwwww....my neck, shoulders, and back are never ever going to bend again. Ten fucking hours sewing today....TEN!! I started out working on Hannah's bag, but I didn't have the satin cord for the closure, so I started making a skirt to wear to the Mall of America on Monday. Stopped briefly to get mom to take me to Jo Ann and Sally-- needed ribbon, satin cord, and hair dye. Came back, continued sewing. I now have a gorgeous red tulle skirt with black ribbon trim and supershort lining. Very amazing. It deserves shiny boots. With buckles. I don't have shiny boots. Or buckles. Oh well.
Ohhhhhhhh, GOD I hurt!
need chiropractor.....or a friend with nothing else to do........
other than the fact that i can't actually move my neck from side to side [a.k.a. Batman Syndrome], I feel pretty damned productive.
cynical and sarcastic......so fucking perfectionist in your behaviors why can't you get a fucking hold on yourself you stupid bitch learn maybe you wouldn't be left alone and left behind maybe you could love or have love but no you're fucking worthless worthless worthless
No seventh hour final for me today! So here I am, at home, on my computah. How nice. And I'm going to the fabric store later this afternoon to get some supplies to make Hannah's bag. Muahahaha....finally, a real client! Booyeah. And tomorrow Grandma and I will finish the bodice as far as we can, and work on the skirt [which I need to finish gathering.....hmmmm...should have done that last night during "Blow"...] and hopefully finish it. And then, I'll take the bodice to the cleaners and have it pressed, and then I'll add the grommets, and then I'll be done! And I need to order those gloves I found....yesss.....gloves. Opera-length black satin. God. Rachel is right-- we are going to be absolutely gorgeous. And yes, pictures will be posted. ;-)
I am not looking forward to my American Studies finals tomorrow and Friday. They are going to be hellish.
I regret saying I felt like Chris' whore. I don't know what I was thinking....very much my own personal irrational paranoia getting to me. Where do these ideas come from? And why do I keep telling myself over and over that they're right when they are very obviously not? After talking with Rose again, it finally came to me that I am not treating myself with the kindness I deserve. I am going to change that-- and more importantly, I am going to be straight with myself. I am going to be frank, honest, and realistic about what I am and what I am not.
I am a daughter, sister, best friend, friend, sometime girlfriend, confidant, source of support, student, writer, artist, actress, designer, unique, special, different, beautiful, childlike, mature, immature, adult, silly, serious, honest, kind, helpful, wonderful.
I am not unredeemable, self-loathing, dishonest, worthless, ugly, boring, burdensome, or ignored-- and most importantly, I am nobody's whore.
Fuck tact. Someone is going to get their ass stomped deep into the ground tomorrow.
I want to go do something....I haven't been downtown with people for a while.....hm.....maybe next weekend or something. And I want someone to have a party on Friday right after finals. We're all going to be nuts, so we'll need something to do....or we'll just need to be contained Or something... Gnyar.....
This song makes me utterly and intollerably happy. I'm bordering on giddy, and I'm only a minute into the song.