Stay Awake

Killer somewhat recently introduced me to the term "Steampunk" and I LOVE all of it. Umm, well I think I do. Oh wait, not all of it. Because up there is a Steampunk style cake in the shape of my least favorite thing in the whole wide world...a butterfly.




I want to make this. Jump's surprise 22nd birthday is this weekend. Pig nominated me to make 7-layer dip like always...and I want to make this veggie dish. I'll have to find a replacement for those mushrooms though...eew.



I'm going to start labeling my posts. I enjoy looking back and seeing the things that I complain about, the things that excite me, etc. Mostly complain.

Right now I'm working on PERFECTING my layout pages for my portfolio. There ARE things I have yet to start but for some reason I really really want my backgrounds to be PERFECT. I've spent hours on Deviant Art, Flickr, Google, and Bing searching for the best photos and editing them on Photoshop. I'm actually quite pleased with my Tuskegee Airmen theme called Flyboy. Goodness, I wonder how historically inaccurate I am with this. I have got to do research. I'm not even completely sure how to pronounce Tuskegee.

My collection inspired by the photos of prostitutes from brothels of Storyville, New Orleans is probably my favorite collection. I've finally found some wonderful photos of damaged damask wallpapers.

My last collection inspired by the artwork of Aubrey Beardsley is being a little more difficult; I'm trying really hard to find a visual of something that symbolizes his artwork as opposed to just blowing up one of his pieces and using that as a background.

Taking a random topic and finding inspiration for that is easy. Taking a work of art and finding inspiration for that is a little more difficult. It's like painting the definition of painting.

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Killer is coming up on Tuesday! HELL. YES. We won't really be "hanging out" because I'll be slaving away at my homework (like what I should be doing right now) but having him around while I work 'round the clock is comforting. Being awake at this hour ALONE sucks.

Lately my parents have been teasing me about Killer's uncle, Mongolian, who I'm not very fond of, by saying things like "he's going to be your relative soon" and stuff like that. It surprised me that when my mom first found out about me and Killer she said "So, you're dating [Killer] now? You want to be related to [Mongolian]?" Not in a mean way, they just laugh about him ALL THE TIME.

For example, my dad wants me to coordinate this Volunteer Appreciation Dinner for the usual temple folks in March; just a little something "fun" (NOTHING is fun when karaoke is involved) to celebrate, acknowledge, and thank the volunteers for all their hard work. And of course, Mongolian was the ONLY person against it. Saying it was a waste of money.

Second, one of the music teachers passed out twice; as in walking...then faint. Not frequent enough to be narcoleptic, maybe anemic. Or whatever else makes you pass out. Mongolian flipped out and said "We need to ship him back to Thailand now!" While my dad calmly reminded him "Maybe we should take him to the doctor first, then ask the school principal if they have insurance..."

Anyways, as long as Mongolian doesn't get as intrusive, demanding, disruptive, inconsiderate and JUST PLAIN ANNOYING like The Giantess, then I'm all good. He just knows how to be wrong when EVERYONE ELSE is right all together.

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I have memories and moments that stick in my head forever and then there are things that I just continue to ask over and over about and forget the answer. I'm an airhead. But I think me and Killer's 3 months is tomorrow (I think...I forget the date) AND Harry Potter 6 comes out on dvd the same day. Awesome. I just remembered Killer's cell phone number, so cut me some slack.

I wonder when I'll finally just be really comfortable around him. As I have mentioned before, we've known each other for years, been dating for 3 months, see each other 1-2 weekends a month...but every time I see him I'm like Puff and Duke...WAAAAY excited every time someone comes home.

It's ridiculous how drawn I am to him.

K, homeworkage!

Draw me your eyes towards mine. Yes, MINE.

I do get a little crazy if I have a craving for something (usually) sugary or greasy. For about a week the fridge at my house had NO juice or soda OR even beer, not that I would drink it, but in all honesty the second fridge we have in the garage is not really for extra food but for anything alcoholic or the snacks that accompany it. Beer, champagne, wine, cheese, fruit, whatever. We had a carton of green tea flavoured (Blogger automatically underlines my spelling with that ugly red line denoting a misspelling but fuck you, it looks better.) soy milk that tastes like and has the consistency of mud, powder, paint, something.

Now we've got an abundance of Martinelli's Apple Juice. I HATE apple juice and on top of that they've replaced the cute, round glass bottles with plastic so now I don't have the incentive to drink them just to have flower vases.

I'm currently enjoying a can of Pepsi that I poured into a glass filled with ice. Pepsi isn't as bad as I thought.

I'm having the hardest time getting back to my homework. Family had a family meeting and it really just messed up my flow for the day. Killer gets off from drill at 4, then he's gotta drive home so I'm holding everything in until then.

I also had to change my dancewear line to lingerie which is harder than I thought. All the details, all on Illustrator, ALL COMPLETE BY THURSDAY. 28 PIECES, 2 ILLUSTRATIONS, PORTFOLIO-READY, OH MY GAHD.

So Tired!

I am so tired all the effing time! Here's my school schedule:

Monday 12:00 - Pattern Drafting Procedures (6 hrs.)

Wednesday 8:30 Computer Grading, Marking, & Cutting (3 hrs.)

12:00 Creative Design Applications (3 hrs.)

Thursday 12:00 Computer Aided Fashion Design (3 hrs.)

3:00 Creative Draping II (3 hrs.)

I only have one morning class, but every day that I have school, I get there at 7:45am. It's basically a MUST that I go to school that early because the BART parking lot fills up by 8:30. It also gives me time to do homework. I feel safer going to school that early because BART to San Francisco takes a good 30+ minutes and I have a difficult time calculating time plus distance.

So what I'm really trying to complain about is the fact that I'm at school for 11 hours a day for 2 days, and 8 hours on the other. Damn.

My work schedule is:

Tuesday 8 - 5

Friday 8- 5

I also go to school on Saturdays 9ish to 2ish to do my computer homework, which requires the use of Adobe Illustrator. I can't seem to find a free download of it ANYWHERE on torrent websites for Mac, plus I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to print my homework at school on the color printers because school computers are all PC's. Adobe Illustrator for full price is about $600, and a student discount website sells it for $200 (still a lot). That's why I have to go to school. Ugh.

By the way, I've also been going to the temple to play music again. Music is probably the most brain stimulation I get, other than pouring over numbers of students at work and dividing inches at school. It's absolutely ridiculous how bad my memory has gotten; I learned music on Tuesday and went back to practice on Friday with no clue. Luckily I have all year.

And why am I up at 2:15 in the morning when I have to wake up at 8 to go back to school?! Because I'm stupid. More so because I'm going to be exhausted anyway.

More to add to my sad life...I decided to be nice and make my sister's Halloween costume. She's going to be Max from Where the Wild Things Are. Hell no I am not doing it from scratch. I've been having her cut out the pattern pieces and I'm just sewing it together and adjusting the size. I'm also making my own Halloween costume (Pocahontas) because for work I get to go to the elementary schools to read books to the kiddies!

Another damn thing to add is that FIDM is involved with St. Vincent De Paul Society so there's a contest that the fashion design students are required to enter. We get a bunch of unwearable thrifty clothing, deconstruct it, and create something new. Selected garments will get featured in a fashion show, and selected "winning" garments will be featured at the freaking De Young Museum. So...stressed to the max, but I really want to do well and not produce a shit garment.

Ok. it's nearly 2:30. Peace. nvm, shoot me please!!!