Okay, upon taking a practice drive (this time I drove) to Detroit again, I think I’ll be okay getting there tomorrow. It’ll be heavier traffic so I’ll have to be more careful, but it should be fine. Hopefully.
Anyway, I’m like far too excited about the Once Upon A Time and Downton Abbey premieres tonight. I’ve been watching One Tree Hill for the past 45 minutes. Thankfully it’s an episode from whatever the last season that Chad Michael Murray and Hilarie Burton were on, so I’m not being spoiled cause I haven’t see anything past that. I plan on watching all the seasons from the beginning on Netflix when I have the time, which will probably be in March after I’m done with school.
Speaking of which:
1. I’m rather depressed that tomorrow = back to school.
2. I’m also happy that tomorrow = back to school because ONLY 10 MORE WEEKS, SHIT SON!
3. I’m pretty excited to have Ethics class this term. I really hope it’s gonna be a good class.
Also, my mom bought like 5 bags of Lindt chocolates and I’ve kind of been pigging out on them and I know I’m going to have to work out extra hard in the coming weeks cause I’ve gained like 3 lbs back this break due to holiday eating. At least it’s not like 10 lbs. 3 lbs is doable.
Lastly, back to One Tree Hill – THIS SHOW NEVER CEASES TO BE ABLE TO MAKE ME CRY.
Oh, and P.S. Today’s sketch:
P.P.S. On my way to work I was listening to the radio and thinking it would be fitting if Maroon 5’s Sunday Morning were played. AND 5 MINUTES LATER, IT CAME ON. Morning = made.
Things I need to do in a semi-organized order of importance list:
– Definitely finish that psych paper. ASAP.
– Finish my couture dress. And remember to insert tit cups before I sew the top to the bottom.
– Draft up my second skirt piece for Draping, cut shit out, sew shit together. Finish that shit. SHIT.
– GET TULLE!?
– Get a fucking haircut.
– Figure out what I’m going to dress up as next Thursday, as well as on Halloween.
– Dye my hair again.
– Make circle skirts with the fabrics I bought 2 weeks ago.
I’m pretty sure college can give you ulcers. That’s uncool. Also, for whatever reason, while I know that I have A LOT to do for my fashion classes finals, I somehow feel like…it’s not that much. But it is. Maybe it’s the excitement starting to build with the realization that what I’m designing is fucking awesome. And I’m doing both finals in my size which means I can actually wear this stuff when I’m done! And that, my friends, is always a plus.
Unrelatedly, one of my somewhat friends at school told me about this awesome website called Zenni Optical where you can get prescription glasses for really cheap and I totally found a few pairs that I’m like I need this in my life. I spent just under $500 this year on my glasses and sunglasses. But they’re also designer…all the frames on Zenni are not, and therefore the frames are cheaper. So in essence, it would be like getting cheap glasses when I go to the eye doctor anyway. Except that I can get as many pairs as I want via this website. I just need to know my eyeball specs.
I have nothing conclusive to say other than Maroon 5’s Moves Like Jagger makes me dance.
Hump day is happily concluding in a very fired up state. I have successfully allocated a new favorite song of the moment in Romanian musical group Hi-Q’s Buna Dimineata, and have danced a few extra calories off in repetitive playing of Maroon 5’s Moves Like Jagger by both me and my brother. In my underwear. Also, speaking of music, in Buna Dimineata, I am completely in love with the chorus lyrics, which go:
Buna dimineata te iubesc
Zi de zi de tine ma indragostesc
Buna dimineata iti soptesc
Cu fiecare zi tot mai mult te iubesc
Good morning I love you
From day to day with you I fall in love
Good morning I whisper to you
With every day I love you more
It starts off kind of weird with some vocalization, but it’s a rather beautiful song. YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO IT EVEN IF YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY’RE SAYING.
I finally got my Blowfish Vance booties in the mail today and I am very happy. They’ve got 5 inch heels, so they make me 6’0″ tall! [I’m 5’7″…do the math] and they make me wish I was that tall normally.
Also, today Mini Boss, HotNerd Instructor and Angie and I were talking about things we’d do if we were rich [okay maybe it was just me and HNI] and I said that it’s been my life-long dream to have enough money someday to pay someone whose sole purpose would be to play with my hair. I mean how bloody amazing would that be? TOTALLY AMAZING. Anyway, Mini Boss was like “Oh my god Viviana, that’s really perverted. You sound like a pervert. That’s just really sexual.” And I was like are you serious right now? HNI and Angie and me all looked at her like she was crazy. We all agreed that she had taken it there – I simply meant that I like when people play with my hair. It’s not sexual or perverted, although it certainly can be, but in this context, I meant it non-sexually. Sometimes the things that come out of that woman’s mouth embarass me to know her. She can be rather crude, blunt, and condescending and it is unbecoming.
Lastly, the one thing that makes me feel beautiful in an instant is straightening my hair. I always feel like I look better in person and in pictures when it’s sleek and straight. Probably because it looks all prim and proper and like I take care of my appearance. At least in the face. The reason I bring this up is because when I was dancing in my underwear earlier, I’d just finished straightening my hair and it was flying all over the place from bouncing around the house and I just felt sexy. And confident. I hope everyone finds that kind of simple happiness some day.