Bum Knees and Barbie Dolls

Hi.

It’s been a really long time.

There have been quite a few instances where I’ve thought about posting here, but somehow I always ended up doing something else, forgetting to, neglecting to, so on and so forth. And it’s really a bit of a shame, because this blog is a form of therapy.

And I need that right now. Which is why I’ve decided to update it again.

First thing’s first: I hyperextended my left knee on Wednesday evening at my new job, while I was squatting in some new linen pants I’d bought the previous day that have absolutely no give and get crazy tight when I bend my legs. I heard two very loud consecutive pops and it felt like my knee popped out and back in again, and I lost my balance. I felt immediate pain, but it wasn’t really excruciating, just extremely uncomfortable. I didn’t immediately ice it. In fact, I still had an hour and a half left of work before going home, and when I went home, I didn’t take care of the injury, but rather walked normally out and about for 3 hours with my mom with very minor, almost unnoticeable pain in my knee.

I went to work the following day, and progressively felt my knee feel stiffer. I mostly limped around all night. The following day (yesterday) I went to the doctor because as with nearly every time I’m injured or sick, my brain goes into hypochondria mode and I jump to the absolutely worst possible conclusions, this time being “WHAT IF I NEED SURGERY AND I NEVER WALK AGAIN” or “WHAT IF I NEED SURGERY AND THEY GIVE ME ANTIBIOTICS THAT I COULD BE ALLERGIC TO AND I DIE?” because that’s literally how my mind works. Anyway, doctor told me to basically relax, monitor the leg, and go to the ER/hospital if it gets worse. I also went in to get an X-Ray, which came out normal, thankfully.

In the past 36 hours, my knee itself has been relatively alright, but my calf (possibly Achilles tendon?) feels sore when I walk and stretch it or when I’m sitting and I push onto the balls of my feet. I believe this pain has gotten a little bit better in the last 6 hours or so. I called the clinic a couple hours after I woke up and told them my fears about my calf/Achilles and they just told me the same thing – to keep monitoring it, relax, ice it.

While I was waiting to be signed in for my X-Ray yesterday, I noticed two pennies on the ground, and as I was picking up the second, I noticed a third as well. I picked up a penny at work the other day as well, when I was limping around. I often find that when I’m in times of need or feeling hopeless or having ongoing anxiety attacks, I find coins everywhere. And I find it really comforting. I recall Sylvia Browne saying that your loved ones on the other side will drop coins around you to let you know they’re there for you. I think my loved ones drop them around me to let me know everything will be okay. And I am eternally grateful, because I often make a mountain out of a mole hill when it comes to medical problems. I need to see a therapist about it, I know.

961440_10155388603335322_86264162_nOn a somewhat related note, the night that I hyperextended my knee and went shopping with my mom, I bought two Barbies. Before you judge me, I ask that you don’t. I’m already judging myself. But I’ve wanted to customize and photograph and design clothes for them for nearly two years now, and I deeply regret donating the two I had for over a decade. They were much better quality, I could bend their limbs, their hair was nicer, and most of all, I didn’t pay for them. Plus, I had a box full of clothes for them. I donated that as well. I think. I may have thrown it away now that I think about it.

I started customizing them the night that I brought them home. I painted freckles on their faces. I painted the blonde’s eyes green and her lips red, and I plan on coloring her hair so she’ll be a ginger. I can’t do much with the other one’s hair – it’s a medium brown. I could dip dye it in something vibrant, perhaps. The blonde one came with a ton of shoes, half of which I spray painted black earlier today and are currently drying in my garage. I haven’t started making any clothes for them yet, but I want to recreate the carnation dress that won me that fashion show. Maybe Mattel will see my extraordinary creations and hire me to develop tres chic couture for Barbies to revamp their popularity with the youths of today.

And then, after all that labor, I plan on photographing them. One of my friends asked me if I’d made a light box yet, after I told him about this idea, and I said no, but that would be an awesome thing for this little plan, and he said that’s why he brought it up. So there’s that as well. That bit should be relatively easy actually.

So those are my most recent developments. The jewelry store closed down so I’m at a new retail place. And I teach painting, which I was supposed to do tonight, but ended up cancelling because I really didn’t feel up for it with this leg. Plus, I binge watched the entire first season of American Horror Story yesterday and today, and you know what, I don’t feel too guilty about it. I liked Evan Peters before, but now I like him even more. Like this show has reminded me how attractive I find him. I didn’t start the second season tonight because I don’t really like watching horror at night, so I’ll probably watch some tomorrow.

Motor City Comic Con Was Actually a Ginger Convention

Okay so, I’ve been procrastinating writing this post for like an hour and a half because agh, fuck, the internet is distracting and there’s pretty pictures.

BUT ANYWAY, so this weekend I attended my first nerdy convention ever: Motor City Comic Con and it was a BLAAAAST. Alyza and manfriend were courteous enough to pick me up and let me crash with them at manfriend’s mom’s apartment for the weekend, and I got in free via being a photographer for XICW.

On Friday, XICW didn’t perform, so we just hit up all the exhibitors and artists and I  FOUND TUXEDO MASK, who I kind of ended up stalking a little bit throughout the weekend because he was there dressed in costume all 3 days and an easy target for my camera lens. So consequently, I have a plethora of photos of this kid. He fucking threw roses at the audience during the costume contest and walked around holding a rose to his nose ALL WEEKEND LONG. HE WAS MY FAVORITE.

Friday night, I discovered Alyza and I were sharing an AIR MATTRESS. I make it sound really bad, but it was hilarious more than anything else. Before manfriend went to sleep, he came in to check on us and I was wobbling around on it while Alyza was giggling her face off. I’m pretty sure the soreness I feel in my triceps is from sleeping on that damn thing.

Saturday was a fantastic day. There were redheads EVERYWHERE and I was in ginger heaven. It was the most packed (the line wrapped around the building nearly twice and from the tags I’ve been stalking on social networking, it was about a 3 hours wait to get in) and there were SO MANY PEOPLE IN COSTUME it was fantastic. Of course I took pictures of as many interesting ones as I could. UNFORTUNATELY, I somehow didn’t take a picture of the guy dressed as fucking GREEN MAN!! from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Idk wtf I was thinking there cause I totally ran up to him and tapped him on the shoulder to see if I had guessed his costume right.

They were so fabulous, I almost couldn’t handle it.

I skipped the first half of the XICW show to take pictures of the costume contest which was very amusing (a guy dressed as Where’s Waldo kept peeking in and was heckled by the accouncer) and the girl dressed at Loki won. She doesn’t look that happy, but I’m pretty sure she’s just really socially awkward, and that’s totally okay.

Saturday night was really long post convention. We had dinner at Hooters and I got a free meal because my food was mega late. The manager delivered it and apologized. I was like okay! Then I think we went to the after party which we thought was supposed to be like all the vendors and famous people (OH YEAH BTW STAN LEE, NORMAN REEDUS, MARINA SIRTIS, LOU FERRIGNO, AMONG THE CELEBS THERE) but turned out to be some vendors, a most of the XICW crew, and fans.

This happened.

Then we went to an after after party at this bar called Stingers. I should mention that I was 100% sober the entire time this weekend (only because I’m on antibiotics) so I was drinking water and observing everyone making fools of themselves and trying to hook up. It was amusing.

Sunday was slightly depressing. It was a little like Friday in terms of amounts of people. It was still pretty packed around 12-2 PM and then slowly started dying out. It was the day I ran around and spent too much money on art that I had been stalking all weekend. My favorite purchase is this original fan painting of Ron Perlman as Hellboy which I talked down from $50 to $37.

My second favorite purchase is KICKASS HUNGER GAMES POCKET WATCH which I paid $40 for (totally overpriced. I didn’t even try to talk this down) and I keep popping open and snapping closed with too much flair in my fingers.

I also bought this cute Powerpuff Girls print and framed it in this fancy frame I spray painted gold today. #craftybitch

Friday and Sunday I talked to a good number of vendors. This one adorable guy who I bought a print of an octopus from was probably my favorite – he was really nice and had a great artistic aesthetic and I gave him my business card. Also, these two guys that made pixelated magnets and keychains were very friendly and I liked them a lot. YAY FRIENDLY PEOPLE!!! <3

Look at them. They’re so cute.

All in all, it was a great weekend and I’m glad I decided to go (I was debating cancelling). My right shoulder still hurts from carrying ~30 pounds of purse all weekend. ALSO, I wore my fox ears all weekend long (and my tail was attached to my purse) and had several people tell me they liked them and several more touched/scratched them. I was tempted to purr every time. But I’m pretty sure foxes don’t purr. Da fuq.

I Embarrass Myself

I’m somewhat surprisingly really tired at the moment.

It’s been a great weekend full of events and people and places. Last night I attended a bachelorette party that consisted of bar hopping, booze, and before and after – wrestlers boys.

It also consisted of me exhibiting an embarrassing Freudian slip. A local DJ was part of the bachelor party brigade and when he arrived, he immediately introduced himself at the door and my reaction was to gasp incredibly loudly and throw my left hand in the air – it was an insane enough reaction that Alyza swatted my arm down and told me to settle down. It got worse though. He walked over, introduced himself again, to me personally, and I said that we are Facebook friends as if he knew who I was already. *shakes head* I feel all kinds of first, second, third-hand etc embarrassment for myself.

Prior to that portion of my day/night, I attended a sketching group event with a handful of gamer friends and we sat around at a local coffee shop and sketched for ~4 hours. It was a lot of fun actually. Really reminded me how much I love traditional art and how much I need to get back into it.

Lastly, the weather forecast for the upcoming week looks GLORIOUS and I am SO excited for some upcoming 80 degrees. I bought a new pair of shorts today and everything. ;)

Thoughts on Ass & Downton Abbey

Can this term be over with already? I am so ready to just not think about assignments anymore. All I want to do is lay around, contemplate life, take a bath or two, and go to the gym every day.

I want to get back to doing traditional art. I haven’t painted in so long. I haven’t sketched in forever.

And I can’t wait for summer. While I love having my hair look all pretty and straight or wavy, the joys of letting it do its thing cause it’s hot outside are truly wonderful. Plus, this summer I’m gonna look better than ever with this bangin’ new body. Which reminds me for the hundredth time this weekend that I need to find new bottoms for my bikinis because my ass is too small for the ones I currently have.

Also, if anyone else watched the Downton Abbey season finale tonight, I’d like to formally extend a WHAT THE FUCK because like, WHAT THE FUCK!?!

Schoolin’ Newbs

Today I basically froze my ass off at work as 29 degree air was blowing on me the entire time. Thankfully it was nice and cozy up at the school, as after work I went up there and hung out for 4 hours with some of my graduate game friends.

There was a sketchbook that had been in the room we were in for some weeks and I inquired about it and no one knew who’s it was. I flipped through it and the remaining 4 of us decided we’re going to make it a weekly exercise of drawing what the person drew in it already, but 10x better because their sketches suck.

This is our first newbie schoolin’:

The bottom page is the original artwork found in the sketchbook. The top is our take on the storyboard. My frame is the third one in the first row, with the shitty drawn guy throwing the salt shaker on the ground.

Teamwork.

I Guess I’m “About Dat Lyfe” Now?

There’s something about stepping out of your comfort zone that makes you see the beauty in life and the world around you.

Tonight on my drive home from Detroit my brain got all artsy. First of all, the old train station can be seen from where the studio is, and on my way to the freeway, I get some pretty good views of it on Michigan Ave. And it looks extra gorgeous because despite being abandoned, the city of Detroit has decided to add like…spotlights that light up the outside of the building and it looks like this sweet fucking old building with all these empty floors and black windows.

A picture of the train station that I snapped Summer 2011. Can't believe it's been that long!

A picture of the train station that I snapped Summer 2011. Can’t believe it’s been that long!

I keep trying to grab a picture of it at night but my phone camera really sucks for that shit and I can’t manage to stop my car without looking suspicious. I tried a few times tonight but didn’t get anything good at all.

Anyway, back to my drive. There’s this church on the side of I-75 before it actually become I-75 North that’s lit up at night much like the train station and it is absolutely gorgeous.

I’ve decided that I need to be chauffeured around Detroit at night so I can take pictures of gorgeous buildings like this. Because there’s no way I can take any kind of pictures of places like that while I’m driving. Also, I will not be so naive as to lull myself into the false idea that Detroit is safe. Especially not at night. And not by my suburban white girl self.