*MAJOR SIGH...*
I wish that the Thanksgiving weekend was longeeeeer!!!! *cries* I do NOT want to go back to school tomorrow. I already had enough grief writing my stupid essay tonight. Not. pleasant.
*pout*
I do not want to go to school!!! *throws tantrum*
More on this subject tomorrow. I will go to bed now. I am sorry for the short tantrum post.
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Monday, October 11, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Chapter 23 - In which the wallowing phase is over
So... I've been thinking...
Yes, I am disappointed about Japanese. Knowing your grade will be bad in advance just totally sucks!! However, all things considered, ale iacta est. What is done is done. Japanese is over, let's take a deep breath and move on. Hopefully I'll pass the class... but, come to think of it, I've never ever failed a class in my life before... Breaking that habit would certainly be an experience (not fun, by any means!! but it might harden me against my fear of failure). Sure, even if I pass, I know I will not be satisfied with my grade anyway - it definitely below 80%. This will not do for my 90% average (or more) ego. But, I guess I'll just have to deal with it... God, this reminds me of math class! Except that I hated math and that was my excuse for not doing as well in it as in other classes. And, to be fair, unlike everyone else in my class, I did not exactly study Japanese.
I find studying exceedingly difficult, because I'm just not used to doing it. I usually pass with ridiculous ease and without lifting a finger (I think Michael resents me for it... just a little... ;-D ) For Japanese, I actually had to make an effort. That seems to have taken my brain by surprise. I crammed for all the in-class tests and did average, but good. And I did study very hard for the final - but I probably could have done better. I believe the problem is that I have no studying method... It's what happens when you're a master procrastinator with anxiety issues like myself. I need to face the facts: when I study or cram, I am usually completely and utterly overwrought and a big unmanageable explosive ball of stress. And I still somehow manage to procrastinate everything, essays included, to very late at night and then I basically spew out an essay, usually very good ones too, in 2 to 3 hours tops. If I get distracted by Doctor Who or something while I write, it might take me 4 hours... but usually, I'd say my average is 3. Damn - I'm good! ;-D
So yeah. The point of all this chatter is that I have no proper working method when it comes to school. I usually figure that listening in class will suffice to pass the semester. It usually does, even if I do not listen in class at all. Too bad it did not work that way for Japanese. Oh well, I did my best (I really did! Who else is nuts enough to recopy her textbook by hand???) and, as I said before, what is done is done. No regrets - I enjoyed the class and learned a lot. I probably did not do well - but I did what I could.
And now, the fun part of the post!!
I went to a concert tonight. My brother's first concert actually. He sand (yelled into the mic) four songs, including 'Rasputin' by Boney M. He was painted all in red, wearing faux-fur and some kilt he quickly put together and I helped him sew... A little ridiculous if you ask me - but no bad showmanship at all. He and his band were good. But if he wants to go on with his band, he needs to learn to use his vocal chords properly. He insists that Death Metal singers always scream into the mic without holding back and so he also bawls into it recklessly. But, according to Michael, screaming is very bad for the vocal chords. So, I suspect that the Heavy Metal singers actually have a technique to scream into the mic that spares their voice in some miraculous way. My dear brother needs to learn that. Otherwise, his band career will be very short...
And in other news: my mum is back!! She came back from Germany today!! She survived the stupid ash-cloud from Iceland. Honestly, when I heard about the cloud and all the fuss about the European airspace being closed I nearly threw a fit! I was kind of pissed, because I wanted to see my mum really badly (she's always a good person to turn to during exam stress - and in general as well - she's awesome all around!), especially because I had not seen her in a while, and then the volcano erupted. I was starting to joke (this IS a joke - please don't hate me for it!) that Iceland should be bombed and that way all frequent volcano eruptions done away with. That way, we'd also solve the problem of my brother's obsession with Vikings! But that was just a joke - nothing against Icelanders or their country... I just have an issue with their volcanoes (and I bet that the couple of thousand stranded passengers across Europe are of my opinion as well when it comes to those freakin' magma pits!).
And I think my shower is haunted. No, I'm serious! I think we have a ghost who takes a shower there regularly. It sometimes just randomly starts dripping A LOT of water for about 2-5 minutes (even though all taps are closed) and then it stops... Weird...
Oh great! I DID have something else to say... but I completely forgot it. Darn! This is what happens when ghosts take showers - they distract you! And then there's nothing you can do anymore but kick yourself for forgetting your absolutely brilliant idea for a blog post! *sigh*
Crap... I'm being fussy and wallowing again, aren't I? Apologies...
I still forgot what I wanted to write but I have one last thing to say: I downloaded two of my favourite movies recently for Michael to watch. They are German comedies subtitled by Michael Bully Herbig. They're fabulously hilarious! Of course, we've got them with English subtitles, so that Michael could understand what it was all about. He loved them!! I'm soooo pleased! Here's a video from (T)Raumschiff Surprise: Periode 1, one of their movies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBhaXQ3UaDo&feature=PlayList&p=CA49A852F3907E42&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=12
Ah! These Germans are so wonderfully nuts! No one can do a Star-Trek/Star Wars/Time Machine parody like they can!! I'm sorry Mel Brooks, Space Balls is just... well, balls in comparison to this!
The other movie is called Der Schuh des Manitus and actually was made before (T)Raumschiff. Watch them in order if you watch them, please! Otherwise, some of the jokes in (T)Raumschiff are lost on you!
And with that, I wish you all the best! Pray I get my brilliant idea back! ;-D Ta-ta!
Yes, I am disappointed about Japanese. Knowing your grade will be bad in advance just totally sucks!! However, all things considered, ale iacta est. What is done is done. Japanese is over, let's take a deep breath and move on. Hopefully I'll pass the class... but, come to think of it, I've never ever failed a class in my life before... Breaking that habit would certainly be an experience (not fun, by any means!! but it might harden me against my fear of failure). Sure, even if I pass, I know I will not be satisfied with my grade anyway - it definitely below 80%. This will not do for my 90% average (or more) ego. But, I guess I'll just have to deal with it... God, this reminds me of math class! Except that I hated math and that was my excuse for not doing as well in it as in other classes. And, to be fair, unlike everyone else in my class, I did not exactly study Japanese.
I find studying exceedingly difficult, because I'm just not used to doing it. I usually pass with ridiculous ease and without lifting a finger (I think Michael resents me for it... just a little... ;-D ) For Japanese, I actually had to make an effort. That seems to have taken my brain by surprise. I crammed for all the in-class tests and did average, but good. And I did study very hard for the final - but I probably could have done better. I believe the problem is that I have no studying method... It's what happens when you're a master procrastinator with anxiety issues like myself. I need to face the facts: when I study or cram, I am usually completely and utterly overwrought and a big unmanageable explosive ball of stress. And I still somehow manage to procrastinate everything, essays included, to very late at night and then I basically spew out an essay, usually very good ones too, in 2 to 3 hours tops. If I get distracted by Doctor Who or something while I write, it might take me 4 hours... but usually, I'd say my average is 3. Damn - I'm good! ;-D
So yeah. The point of all this chatter is that I have no proper working method when it comes to school. I usually figure that listening in class will suffice to pass the semester. It usually does, even if I do not listen in class at all. Too bad it did not work that way for Japanese. Oh well, I did my best (I really did! Who else is nuts enough to recopy her textbook by hand???) and, as I said before, what is done is done. No regrets - I enjoyed the class and learned a lot. I probably did not do well - but I did what I could.
And now, the fun part of the post!!
I went to a concert tonight. My brother's first concert actually. He sand (yelled into the mic) four songs, including 'Rasputin' by Boney M. He was painted all in red, wearing faux-fur and some kilt he quickly put together and I helped him sew... A little ridiculous if you ask me - but no bad showmanship at all. He and his band were good. But if he wants to go on with his band, he needs to learn to use his vocal chords properly. He insists that Death Metal singers always scream into the mic without holding back and so he also bawls into it recklessly. But, according to Michael, screaming is very bad for the vocal chords. So, I suspect that the Heavy Metal singers actually have a technique to scream into the mic that spares their voice in some miraculous way. My dear brother needs to learn that. Otherwise, his band career will be very short...
And in other news: my mum is back!! She came back from Germany today!! She survived the stupid ash-cloud from Iceland. Honestly, when I heard about the cloud and all the fuss about the European airspace being closed I nearly threw a fit! I was kind of pissed, because I wanted to see my mum really badly (she's always a good person to turn to during exam stress - and in general as well - she's awesome all around!), especially because I had not seen her in a while, and then the volcano erupted. I was starting to joke (this IS a joke - please don't hate me for it!) that Iceland should be bombed and that way all frequent volcano eruptions done away with. That way, we'd also solve the problem of my brother's obsession with Vikings! But that was just a joke - nothing against Icelanders or their country... I just have an issue with their volcanoes (and I bet that the couple of thousand stranded passengers across Europe are of my opinion as well when it comes to those freakin' magma pits!).
And I think my shower is haunted. No, I'm serious! I think we have a ghost who takes a shower there regularly. It sometimes just randomly starts dripping A LOT of water for about 2-5 minutes (even though all taps are closed) and then it stops... Weird...
Oh great! I DID have something else to say... but I completely forgot it. Darn! This is what happens when ghosts take showers - they distract you! And then there's nothing you can do anymore but kick yourself for forgetting your absolutely brilliant idea for a blog post! *sigh*
Crap... I'm being fussy and wallowing again, aren't I? Apologies...
I still forgot what I wanted to write but I have one last thing to say: I downloaded two of my favourite movies recently for Michael to watch. They are German comedies subtitled by Michael Bully Herbig. They're fabulously hilarious! Of course, we've got them with English subtitles, so that Michael could understand what it was all about. He loved them!! I'm soooo pleased! Here's a video from (T)Raumschiff Surprise: Periode 1, one of their movies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBhaXQ3UaDo&feature=PlayList&p=CA49A852F3907E42&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=12
Ah! These Germans are so wonderfully nuts! No one can do a Star-Trek/Star Wars/Time Machine parody like they can!! I'm sorry Mel Brooks, Space Balls is just... well, balls in comparison to this!
The other movie is called Der Schuh des Manitus and actually was made before (T)Raumschiff. Watch them in order if you watch them, please! Otherwise, some of the jokes in (T)Raumschiff are lost on you!
And with that, I wish you all the best! Pray I get my brilliant idea back! ;-D Ta-ta!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Chapter 22 - In which the Japanese final took place (and nearly killed Naria in doing so)
*Sigh*
Okay. My Japanese final is over.
I. AM. NEVER. TAKING. A. LANGUAGE. CLASS. AGAIN!
Seriously, taking one of the McGill language classes is the equivalent of suicide! The teachers are insane! I am not saying I disliked my professor - on the contrary, I thought she was very kind-hearted. However, she was excessively unreasonable in her expectations of the class. I mean, she expected us to learn new material until the LAST day of class! This is just not right! We never even had a review! I am sorry, but I came to that exam completely unknowing as to what to expect from the exam. I wish she had AT LEAST made an outline. Instead, the only thing we knew about the exam was that it was "cumulative." Great! Like that is not too vague for anyone to know what to expect from a three hour final.
It really annoyed me, because I did not have all that much time to study: I had my first final immediately after the last day of class, then a photoshoot and the Savoy formal (which had been planned waaaay ahead!) and then I worked on an essay for last Monday over the weekend. As a result? I only got to study Monday and Tuesday for today's exam!! Not NEARLY enough time! And because I did not know what to study, it turns out I studied the entirely WRONG chapters in the book! Of course she would not ask how to ask a shop-clerk to show you something, or to tell you the price of something... why should she? This was the chapter I studied after all! She rather went ahead with the REALLY new stuff, like weird-ass verb conjugations that nobody uses, the ones for which my brain had no more attention in class because I had a million assignments due simultaneously and was not sleeping... And she asked those sneaky underhanded questions again, you know, the questions for which the answer was only briefly mentioned in passing during a class, and it happens to be crammed in a corner of the textbook, so apparently that means you're supposed to know it...
*sigh* There were things I knew I knew, but I could not remember them to save my life!! I also screwed up quite a few kanji... forgetting a line here, missing a line there... Why was the only kanji I could remember perfectly VEGETABLE of all things??? (yasai: 野菜 - yep, that I could remember with ridiculous ease... and it was not on the test...)
Anyways... I managed to fill out most of the test, to my surprise. Though, after verifying some answers, I realize that this does not mean I did well. In fact, I believe I did very poorly. I kept having to replace certain words with others (i.e. "to own" with "to have" or "to exist") because I could not remember for the life of me how to say stuff. And the newest verb conjugations... yeah, uhm, forget about those. I did not get a SINGLE one right! (Trust me, I checked now that I'm out of there.) At this point, I hope I can just scrape a pass... It would suck to fail this exam and lose 9 credits and have to potentially retake it (I sure hope not!).
Anyways, I also slept very poorly last night (in other words, not at all!). I was very upset by that this morning. Indeed, I had desperately tried to sleep and yet the hours crept by, minute by minute on my alarm clock and still no sleep came. My head was reeling with kanji and random phrases in Japanese. I tried all the tricks in the book to empty my mind, at which point I got stuck at the "stop thinking now! Stop thinking about not thinking! Quit that! SLEEP ALREADY!" bit... I hate that. It makes me very upset because I really want to sleep, but just CAN'T!
So I currently look (and feel) like death warmed up. A ghost would look cheery when compared to me. That is because this is the second night in a row that I have not slept well.
Yesterday morning, after I went to bed at 5 a.m. because I wanted to really study Japanese well (I rewrote 7 chapters of the book, made vocabulary charts and everything... and I still screwed up the final!), I thought I could sleep in because I had the day off. Nada: someone decided that it was time to renovate my apartment building's courtyard. So at 9 in the morning, the jackhammers started and they kept at it until the afternoon. When your pillow is shaking and vibrating with sporadic uncomfortable tremors and the obnoxious sound of the tools drifts in through paper-thin windows, sleeping becomes quite impossible. So, with only 4 hours of sleep, I went through my day yesterday. I went and studied with a friend, then came home and studied some more.
I did have a nice little 2 hour walk with Michael, though. After calling my dad (and him telling me to quit the books and refresh my mind and body) I decided to drag Michael outside with me and we went for a walk on Mont-Royal. We went around the mountain, reaching the Lac aux Castors and having a small lunch there (we had stopped at the grocery store before to pick up some sandwiches). We had fun in the jungle gym on that side of the mountain, and also enjoyed the pleasant weather and the nice scenery. We should take walks like that more often...
And then we came home and went back to the grindstone. I found (thanks to a wonderful classmate of mine) some websites that quizzed your Japanese and I drilled myself with them to the utmost. Unfortunately, all the vocabulary and grammar points from those tests were NOT on the exam (despite the online quizzes being based solely on the textbook we used in class... ironic that the teacher has to chose all the obscure chapters that are not as well elaborated...)
And then I went to bed, attempting to sleep. To my consternation and mounting despair, attempting to sleep was to no avail and, when I finally felt tired enough to fall asleep, it was already 7:30, 15 minutes before my alarm was going to ring. Thanks for nothing, you stupid brain of mine (why couldn't you retain what you were SUPPOSED to know!?!??!) Michael, sadly, had a terrible night of sleep as well, though he was lucky enough to fall asleep in the end. I lay still by his side with very dark thoughts floating through my mind - I hate insomnia: worst case scenarios all over the place and about every situation imaginable! And telling myself that the exam "will go well" did nothing to help the visions going through my mind...
And now the test is done. And I really, sincerely hope to God that I achieved a pass. I think I deserved it. I just screwed up, that's all (and there's my luck again: this is what, the 5th time I study the wrong thing for an exam??)
I'm currently praying that I won't fail. I'm also thinking of Michael who's doing his history final today (he should be starting soon). Best of luck to him, I'm sure he'll do well.
Now there's only one more final to go before Germany. Victorian Lit. I still have to read Bleak House, but I think it'll work out fine. At least now I can breathe again. Victorian Lit isn't out to kill me, like the Japanese final was (it tried to choke me in my sleep! I'm sure of it!)
And now, dear blog, after the long promised post about the exam, my brain feels like mush. Seriously, I am surprised it did not come streaming out of my ears and nose during the exam like some gruesome pulp. Because it does feel thoroughly mashed (picture grapes being stomped on to make wine... yeah - that's my brain). I think that if someone was to crack open my skull right now they would not be able to tell the difference between what was once called my brain and a huge bowl of apple sauce... I don't know why, but I'm just convinced that my brain now looks like apple sauce. That, or it's fried... like when I fry an egg (i.e. burnt to a black crisp that set off every smoke alarm in the house).
Okay, enough now (geez - I can't believe how much I can write even in this state of... bleh!). I am going to TRY and get some sleep...
私は寝ています、ね？がんばって、ナリア！
お休みなさい。。。
P.S. Still no news from Germany for jobs... sad face... T_T
Okay. My Japanese final is over.
I. AM. NEVER. TAKING. A. LANGUAGE. CLASS. AGAIN!
Seriously, taking one of the McGill language classes is the equivalent of suicide! The teachers are insane! I am not saying I disliked my professor - on the contrary, I thought she was very kind-hearted. However, she was excessively unreasonable in her expectations of the class. I mean, she expected us to learn new material until the LAST day of class! This is just not right! We never even had a review! I am sorry, but I came to that exam completely unknowing as to what to expect from the exam. I wish she had AT LEAST made an outline. Instead, the only thing we knew about the exam was that it was "cumulative." Great! Like that is not too vague for anyone to know what to expect from a three hour final.
It really annoyed me, because I did not have all that much time to study: I had my first final immediately after the last day of class, then a photoshoot and the Savoy formal (which had been planned waaaay ahead!) and then I worked on an essay for last Monday over the weekend. As a result? I only got to study Monday and Tuesday for today's exam!! Not NEARLY enough time! And because I did not know what to study, it turns out I studied the entirely WRONG chapters in the book! Of course she would not ask how to ask a shop-clerk to show you something, or to tell you the price of something... why should she? This was the chapter I studied after all! She rather went ahead with the REALLY new stuff, like weird-ass verb conjugations that nobody uses, the ones for which my brain had no more attention in class because I had a million assignments due simultaneously and was not sleeping... And she asked those sneaky underhanded questions again, you know, the questions for which the answer was only briefly mentioned in passing during a class, and it happens to be crammed in a corner of the textbook, so apparently that means you're supposed to know it...
*sigh* There were things I knew I knew, but I could not remember them to save my life!! I also screwed up quite a few kanji... forgetting a line here, missing a line there... Why was the only kanji I could remember perfectly VEGETABLE of all things??? (yasai: 野菜 - yep, that I could remember with ridiculous ease... and it was not on the test...)
Anyways... I managed to fill out most of the test, to my surprise. Though, after verifying some answers, I realize that this does not mean I did well. In fact, I believe I did very poorly. I kept having to replace certain words with others (i.e. "to own" with "to have" or "to exist") because I could not remember for the life of me how to say stuff. And the newest verb conjugations... yeah, uhm, forget about those. I did not get a SINGLE one right! (Trust me, I checked now that I'm out of there.) At this point, I hope I can just scrape a pass... It would suck to fail this exam and lose 9 credits and have to potentially retake it (I sure hope not!).
Anyways, I also slept very poorly last night (in other words, not at all!). I was very upset by that this morning. Indeed, I had desperately tried to sleep and yet the hours crept by, minute by minute on my alarm clock and still no sleep came. My head was reeling with kanji and random phrases in Japanese. I tried all the tricks in the book to empty my mind, at which point I got stuck at the "stop thinking now! Stop thinking about not thinking! Quit that! SLEEP ALREADY!" bit... I hate that. It makes me very upset because I really want to sleep, but just CAN'T!
So I currently look (and feel) like death warmed up. A ghost would look cheery when compared to me. That is because this is the second night in a row that I have not slept well.
Yesterday morning, after I went to bed at 5 a.m. because I wanted to really study Japanese well (I rewrote 7 chapters of the book, made vocabulary charts and everything... and I still screwed up the final!), I thought I could sleep in because I had the day off. Nada: someone decided that it was time to renovate my apartment building's courtyard. So at 9 in the morning, the jackhammers started and they kept at it until the afternoon. When your pillow is shaking and vibrating with sporadic uncomfortable tremors and the obnoxious sound of the tools drifts in through paper-thin windows, sleeping becomes quite impossible. So, with only 4 hours of sleep, I went through my day yesterday. I went and studied with a friend, then came home and studied some more.
I did have a nice little 2 hour walk with Michael, though. After calling my dad (and him telling me to quit the books and refresh my mind and body) I decided to drag Michael outside with me and we went for a walk on Mont-Royal. We went around the mountain, reaching the Lac aux Castors and having a small lunch there (we had stopped at the grocery store before to pick up some sandwiches). We had fun in the jungle gym on that side of the mountain, and also enjoyed the pleasant weather and the nice scenery. We should take walks like that more often...
And then we came home and went back to the grindstone. I found (thanks to a wonderful classmate of mine) some websites that quizzed your Japanese and I drilled myself with them to the utmost. Unfortunately, all the vocabulary and grammar points from those tests were NOT on the exam (despite the online quizzes being based solely on the textbook we used in class... ironic that the teacher has to chose all the obscure chapters that are not as well elaborated...)
And then I went to bed, attempting to sleep. To my consternation and mounting despair, attempting to sleep was to no avail and, when I finally felt tired enough to fall asleep, it was already 7:30, 15 minutes before my alarm was going to ring. Thanks for nothing, you stupid brain of mine (why couldn't you retain what you were SUPPOSED to know!?!??!) Michael, sadly, had a terrible night of sleep as well, though he was lucky enough to fall asleep in the end. I lay still by his side with very dark thoughts floating through my mind - I hate insomnia: worst case scenarios all over the place and about every situation imaginable! And telling myself that the exam "will go well" did nothing to help the visions going through my mind...
And now the test is done. And I really, sincerely hope to God that I achieved a pass. I think I deserved it. I just screwed up, that's all (and there's my luck again: this is what, the 5th time I study the wrong thing for an exam??)
I'm currently praying that I won't fail. I'm also thinking of Michael who's doing his history final today (he should be starting soon). Best of luck to him, I'm sure he'll do well.
Now there's only one more final to go before Germany. Victorian Lit. I still have to read Bleak House, but I think it'll work out fine. At least now I can breathe again. Victorian Lit isn't out to kill me, like the Japanese final was (it tried to choke me in my sleep! I'm sure of it!)
And now, dear blog, after the long promised post about the exam, my brain feels like mush. Seriously, I am surprised it did not come streaming out of my ears and nose during the exam like some gruesome pulp. Because it does feel thoroughly mashed (picture grapes being stomped on to make wine... yeah - that's my brain). I think that if someone was to crack open my skull right now they would not be able to tell the difference between what was once called my brain and a huge bowl of apple sauce... I don't know why, but I'm just convinced that my brain now looks like apple sauce. That, or it's fried... like when I fry an egg (i.e. burnt to a black crisp that set off every smoke alarm in the house).
Okay, enough now (geez - I can't believe how much I can write even in this state of... bleh!). I am going to TRY and get some sleep...
私は寝ています、ね？がんばって、ナリア！
お休みなさい。。。
P.S. Still no news from Germany for jobs... sad face... T_T
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Chapter 14 - In which Naria laments that money does NOT grow on trees
Hello blog. It's me. I apologize that I am using you, once again, for the purpose of my complaining... then again, that's what I created you for...
Here it goes...
I bought the pattern for my Erica Fontaine costume. It's a FANTASTIC pattern!! A little hard to do, as tailcoats are, quite obviously, not the easiest garment in the world to put together, but a great pattern nonetheless. It's actually the pattern for a woman's tuxedo, complete with tailcoat, tuxedo shirt and dress pants instructions. It's a beautiful thing, really! I've already cut out all the paper pattern in my excitement to start on the cosplay too. And the best thing about this pattern is that, should I find some awesome gold sequin-y fabric before next Halloween, I can totally make a Columbia (yes, THE Columbia) outfit for myself based on this wonderful, wonderful pattern!!
(And for those who wonder why I'm thinking about my Halloween costume already, know that the night of Samhain is my favourite time of year and that, as soon as the revels of the night/weekend are over, I am already thinking about my costume for next year... damn me and my love for theater and costuming!)
Aaaaaaaanyways. Back to the Erica Fontaine costume. It is a wonderful thing that I found this pattern for it. I was actually getting quite desperate at Fabricville, looking through catalog after catalog, and no tailcoat in sight... But then I stumbled upon it and almost shrieked with glee, so it's all good. I am going to have to modify said pattern quite a bit (no tailcoat comes with huge semi-circles cut out of its front instead of buttonholes!) but that's not a big issue. I'm going to redraw the few pattern bits I'm planning to change, so that the original remains unaltered for Columbia and a smashing Rocky Horror costume...
I bet you're wondering "when is she going to lament?" well, it's coming up, I beg for your patience...
So, I also looked through the store, glancing here and there in search of the perfect red fabric for the outfit. I found it. It's absolutely stunning, wonderfully light and blood-red velvet!! I love it! I'd buy the whole roll of it if I could! The texture of it... the lightness of it... it's just... delicious!! Wonderfullest (yes, I invented a word - leave me alone!) fabric EVER! There is one catch though... 22.99$ a meter. And I need at least (at least!) two... and then I also need to buy white fabric. The perfect white is a lovely, pure white (seriously - so pure white, it BLINDS!) stretch fabric... don't remember whether it's polyester or nylon or something... but it's wonderfully stretchy and yet quite opaque despite being white. This fabric is PERFECT for the shirt and boot covers for the Erica costume. The issue: 19.99$ a meter. And this one needs at least three!! Sigh.
(And now, the complaining bit...)
I hate being broke! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it!! I feel bad for complaining about it all the time, but I just don't have the time to handle school and a job as things are standing now (finals fast approaching, and important stuff to do every weekend - homework, essays, visiting mum, etc.). So I am earning no money, and yet I am spending. I'm not even spending much of it on myself. The pattern cost me 7.00$ for crying out loud! And that's ALL I spent on myself lately!! The rest all goes to rent or food. And now that we have a new apartment (yay!!! we have a new apartment - everything went according to plan and we are taking over Margaret and Laura's place...) we have to pay next month's rent plus the first month's rent for the new apartment as a down payment... GRAAAAH!!!! Why does money NOT grow on trees!! I need it so badly right now!!
I honestly, truly wish I could have a job right now. I hate having to ask my parents for money. But I really can't handle a part-time job right now and keep my sanity. I am going insane as it is and I'm only doing SCHOOL!! Essays are driving me up the wall, writer's block is getting the better of me, I am dreaming about MATH PROBLEMS (which I haven't done since high-school!) and my fingers are itching to sew, when I should be doing other stuff... I am going to turn into a squirrel if my life stays this nuts!! I couldn't fit a job into my schedule if I wanted to, and I have looked around too. NOBODY is hiring!! Sigh. And so I'm guilt tripping every time I have to ask people to help me out financially. I mean, I really do want to take care of myself on my own... but it's so darn HARD as a full-time student!!
So... yeah... Yay! We have a new apartment... Boo! Because it means I'll have to spend TWICE as much as usual when April hits us. Huzzah!! *unenthusiastic, lazy wave of the hand*
There you have it. The lament is done. I apologize to those who read this for my whining, but it's true and I just couldn't bottle it up anymore.
On the plus side... red velvet is REALLY pretty.... I just can't afford it. *cries*
*Edit: Here's to make up for my lamenting. This is a HILARIOUS video! Nothing new, but dead funny anyways. Watch and enjoy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTvjRyv0c5M
I guess it's not only European men who enjoy their toilet paper rough...! :P
Here it goes...
I bought the pattern for my Erica Fontaine costume. It's a FANTASTIC pattern!! A little hard to do, as tailcoats are, quite obviously, not the easiest garment in the world to put together, but a great pattern nonetheless. It's actually the pattern for a woman's tuxedo, complete with tailcoat, tuxedo shirt and dress pants instructions. It's a beautiful thing, really! I've already cut out all the paper pattern in my excitement to start on the cosplay too. And the best thing about this pattern is that, should I find some awesome gold sequin-y fabric before next Halloween, I can totally make a Columbia (yes, THE Columbia) outfit for myself based on this wonderful, wonderful pattern!!
(And for those who wonder why I'm thinking about my Halloween costume already, know that the night of Samhain is my favourite time of year and that, as soon as the revels of the night/weekend are over, I am already thinking about my costume for next year... damn me and my love for theater and costuming!)
Aaaaaaaanyways. Back to the Erica Fontaine costume. It is a wonderful thing that I found this pattern for it. I was actually getting quite desperate at Fabricville, looking through catalog after catalog, and no tailcoat in sight... But then I stumbled upon it and almost shrieked with glee, so it's all good. I am going to have to modify said pattern quite a bit (no tailcoat comes with huge semi-circles cut out of its front instead of buttonholes!) but that's not a big issue. I'm going to redraw the few pattern bits I'm planning to change, so that the original remains unaltered for Columbia and a smashing Rocky Horror costume...
I bet you're wondering "when is she going to lament?" well, it's coming up, I beg for your patience...
So, I also looked through the store, glancing here and there in search of the perfect red fabric for the outfit. I found it. It's absolutely stunning, wonderfully light and blood-red velvet!! I love it! I'd buy the whole roll of it if I could! The texture of it... the lightness of it... it's just... delicious!! Wonderfullest (yes, I invented a word - leave me alone!) fabric EVER! There is one catch though... 22.99$ a meter. And I need at least (at least!) two... and then I also need to buy white fabric. The perfect white is a lovely, pure white (seriously - so pure white, it BLINDS!) stretch fabric... don't remember whether it's polyester or nylon or something... but it's wonderfully stretchy and yet quite opaque despite being white. This fabric is PERFECT for the shirt and boot covers for the Erica costume. The issue: 19.99$ a meter. And this one needs at least three!! Sigh.
(And now, the complaining bit...)
I hate being broke! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it!! I feel bad for complaining about it all the time, but I just don't have the time to handle school and a job as things are standing now (finals fast approaching, and important stuff to do every weekend - homework, essays, visiting mum, etc.). So I am earning no money, and yet I am spending. I'm not even spending much of it on myself. The pattern cost me 7.00$ for crying out loud! And that's ALL I spent on myself lately!! The rest all goes to rent or food. And now that we have a new apartment (yay!!! we have a new apartment - everything went according to plan and we are taking over Margaret and Laura's place...) we have to pay next month's rent plus the first month's rent for the new apartment as a down payment... GRAAAAH!!!! Why does money NOT grow on trees!! I need it so badly right now!!
I honestly, truly wish I could have a job right now. I hate having to ask my parents for money. But I really can't handle a part-time job right now and keep my sanity. I am going insane as it is and I'm only doing SCHOOL!! Essays are driving me up the wall, writer's block is getting the better of me, I am dreaming about MATH PROBLEMS (which I haven't done since high-school!) and my fingers are itching to sew, when I should be doing other stuff... I am going to turn into a squirrel if my life stays this nuts!! I couldn't fit a job into my schedule if I wanted to, and I have looked around too. NOBODY is hiring!! Sigh. And so I'm guilt tripping every time I have to ask people to help me out financially. I mean, I really do want to take care of myself on my own... but it's so darn HARD as a full-time student!!
So... yeah... Yay! We have a new apartment... Boo! Because it means I'll have to spend TWICE as much as usual when April hits us. Huzzah!! *unenthusiastic, lazy wave of the hand*
There you have it. The lament is done. I apologize to those who read this for my whining, but it's true and I just couldn't bottle it up anymore.
On the plus side... red velvet is REALLY pretty.... I just can't afford it. *cries*
*Edit: Here's to make up for my lamenting. This is a HILARIOUS video! Nothing new, but dead funny anyways. Watch and enjoy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTvjRyv0c5M
I guess it's not only European men who enjoy their toilet paper rough...! :P
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