Quote of the day

goes to my dad, who said, "You don't want to spend $100 on this, do you?" after basically telling me he didn't think I could handle any kind of power saw.

Because I need to cut the parts for my costume's MAIN PROP (read: only prop) out of MDF, or something. (Luaun board?)


So thanks, dad, for not thinking I have the need or the capability to handle power tools. Let us recall the model cars we had to build in Architecture in which we had access to the woodworking garage, and all the dremeling I did. (Granted, I came extremely close to taking a chunk out of my thigh, but suffice it to say I've learned my lesson.)


Also... $100? HA. That's spare change when it comes to Halloween. I've probably already dropped $200 this year for all my projects, especially because I won't get to do anything big for the NEXT THREE YEARS.

Not to mention... that whole part where my career intention is to become some sort of THEME DESIGNER. Yeah. Details aren't important or anything.

That shebang said, I started decorating the living room today and it looks fabulous.


On the other hand, it sounds like my fucking stage makeup that I ordered almost a week ago-- the order hasn't even been processed yet. I'm sorry, if you make no mention of that kind of delay on your website, what the fuck are you doing running such a large website? You have shipping warehouses all over and yet you can't get me my fucking makeup in two weeks?

So now I don't know what to do about Friday... fuck that noise. I'm furious.

Quote of the day

goes to my dad, who said, "You don't want to spend $100 on this, do you?" after basically telling me he didn't think I could handle any kind of power saw.

Because I need to cut the parts for my costume's MAIN PROP (read: only prop) out of MDF, or something. (Luaun board?)


So thanks, dad, for not thinking I have the need or the capability to handle power tools. Let us recall the model cars we had to build in Architecture in which we had access to the woodworking garage, and all the dremeling I did. (Granted, I came extremely close to taking a chunk out of my thigh, but suffice it to say I've learned my lesson.)


Also... $100? HA. That's spare change when it comes to Halloween. I've probably already dropped $200 this year for all my projects, especially because I won't get to do anything big for the NEXT THREE YEARS.

Not to mention... that whole part where my career intention is to become some sort of THEME DESIGNER. Yeah. Details aren't important or anything.

That shebang said, I started decorating the living room today and it looks fabulous.


On the other hand, it sounds like my fucking stage makeup that I ordered almost a week ago-- the order hasn't even been processed yet. I'm sorry, if you make no mention of that kind of delay on your website, what the fuck are you doing running such a large website? You have shipping warehouses all over and yet you can't get me my fucking makeup in two weeks?

So now I don't know what to do about Friday... fuck that noise. I'm furious.

Backup costume determined for Saturday:

Some sort of steampunk or adventurer or mummy-hunter or treasure-hunter or zombie hunter something.



I bought this bitchin' vest at T.J. Maxx (lol Members Only!) that sort of reminds me of River Song's white one, except brown. And OMG it is thick and fuzzy and fabulously comfortable. So I'll be channeling some sort of archaeologesque-pirate-dystopian-thing.

Probably just rummage my closet for whatever I like and be like FUCK IT IDEK WHAT THIS IS




Aaaaaand then hunt down someone who would want to do a photoshoot for my Medusa sometime. Some time when I'm FUCKING FREEZING I guess.


Speaking of which, holy shit we had some apocalypse clouds in Dayton today (and it feels like it should have been an ice storm, it was cold enough-- apparently it did hail somewhere). I was running errands and I walked outside and immediately noticed the clouds (funny how you notice the smallest things when they're "not right") and went HOOOOLLY SHIIIIIIII-- I think I just walked into the end of Ghostbusters.

You know, when the clouds are getting all swirly-artistic-terrifying? Yes.


And then I was about to get in my car and I heard the LOUDEST, SHARPEST thunder of my life. No lightning. No rolling, booming. Just one huge crack that sounded like a massive explosion. I am not the type of person to be afraid of storms, in fact, the very opposite (and most of the people I grew up in Xenia think I'm an asshole for all the jokes I've made). However, this crack was SO TERRIFYING that I ducked and very nearly would have hit the ground.

At least there is some solace (although solace is not the word I want to use there-- damn you, thesaurus) in the fact that I immediately ducked. Survival instincts = intact.

Backup costume determined for Saturday:

Some sort of steampunk or adventurer or mummy-hunter or treasure-hunter or zombie hunter something.



I bought this bitchin' vest at T.J. Maxx (lol Members Only!) that sort of reminds me of River Song's white one, except brown. And OMG it is thick and fuzzy and fabulously comfortable. So I'll be channeling some sort of archaeologesque-pirate-dystopian-thing.

Probably just rummage my closet for whatever I like and be like FUCK IT IDEK WHAT THIS IS




Aaaaaand then hunt down someone who would want to do a photoshoot for my Medusa sometime. Some time when I'm FUCKING FREEZING I guess.


Speaking of which, holy shit we had some apocalypse clouds in Dayton today (and it feels like it should have been an ice storm, it was cold enough-- apparently it did hail somewhere). I was running errands and I walked outside and immediately noticed the clouds (funny how you notice the smallest things when they're "not right") and went HOOOOLLY SHIIIIIIII-- I think I just walked into the end of Ghostbusters.

You know, when the clouds are getting all swirly-artistic-terrifying? Yes.


And then I was about to get in my car and I heard the LOUDEST, SHARPEST thunder of my life. No lightning. No rolling, booming. Just one huge crack that sounded like a massive explosion. I am not the type of person to be afraid of storms, in fact, the very opposite (and most of the people I grew up in Xenia think I'm an asshole for all the jokes I've made). However, this crack was SO TERRIFYING that I ducked and very nearly would have hit the ground.

At least there is some solace (although solace is not the word I want to use there-- damn you, thesaurus) in the fact that I immediately ducked. Survival instincts = intact.