I'm pretty sure rich people get to do everything fun that I don't

Look it is a purse from Sassephine. It is from L.A.

Miss Sass. I guess it's good that she's out in the world seeking her fortune, but still.

Paired that purse with a dress I made, some $1 hose, and some $2 shiny red shoes (don't try to wear heels that are a size to large without putting proper insoles in. seriously) and took myself and this lovely lady up to a stupid bar in Rosedale. Why do I do that??






We were on the lookout for rich husbands, but it didn't really go according to plan (ie, no one bought us cars or tvs or anything)



We did have a fun time chatting with random people, though.
One guy kept asking what he wanted to hear "Whadda ya wanna hear?? My friend is the DJ!" and then shooting down any suggestion that we had. Classic!


These pictures are from weeks ago. I had actually forgotten about them.

My point-and-shoot is not working properly anymore. So annoying! I take too many photos my cameras get worn out so quickly! I mean, I carry it around with me all day every day and take so many photos (most of which get deleted. ah man, did I just admit that only the "good" ones get posted? embarrassing.)


My hair colour has already faded the fuck out. Who wants to dye my hair for me and make it stick? Who wants to figure out how to keep red on the hair?

Oh yeah, at one point in the evening all these people came in dressed all fancy with feathered masks and loud celebrating and I turned to my friend (who has yet to pick a nickname!) and said,
"Do rich people get to celebrate holidays that we don't??"

Late in the night I noticed one of the masks had been discarded and was placed over a lampshade. Naturally I appropriated it and wore it and took photos of myself in it.
A minute later a prissy woman came over to me and said,
"That's my mask."
I went to take it off while I responded
"Sorry, it was just left over there"
"That's my mask."
I passed it back to her.
"That's my mask."
Wow. Eloquent. She seriously just repeated the same phrase a few times. Super rude!
Rich people can afford to be rude, I suppose.


I went out with this same friend last night, who is part of MCDA with me, and I would like to apologize to all the parents that were nearby when we were discussing our famous "Vibrator" dance move.
"DO THE VIBRATOR!"

Aaaaand that's why parents shouldn't be allowed at the bar (or near me, in general).

the light I never knowed

I took so, so many photos yesterday that it was kind of dumb. Now I have to sort through them all.

Instead of posting all the photos of my friends I took yesterday here are a couple of me looking like an elf.



If anyone wants to go ahead and write a script for me to star as an elf in, go ahead. I would be very, very down.
So down. Down like dinner (after you've eaten it.)



Such good friends these days. Not to point out the obvious, but I'm pretty into all these guys.

Oh yeah, that reminds me, I went to visit Mrs.'s new place that she has now with her bf and it's so nice! And a bit nearer to me and Mrs. is very good at decorating and arranging and unpacking I guess that makes sense because that's kind of her job she works as a buyer/set dec/etc for sets so obviously.
I really want to exploit these skills of hers in my future endeavors.

Also relationships are dumb. Everyone is living with their partners these days. What are we, adults? Dumb.
Haha my 19 year old brother is moving in with his (first real) gf this week. Relationship over-achiever, way to try to show me up! Just kidding, I have no desire to live his life, but he seems pretty happy, so that's great.  Also my mum seems to like the gf, and I (occasionally) trust her opinion.



I'm feeling annoyed with my tiny attic these days and am aching for space and for closets with doors that close and making a home and having room to dance around and a place to shut the cat away when she's annoying me. I want hallways to wander down disaffectedly and a yard to step out into.

All signs point to me being ready to be rich!



I reread yesterday's entry and it didn't ring right to me today. Bits of try-hardery, not unusual, but still a bit annoying.
I'm constantly struggling with I'm allowed to write/should write/trying to manipulate your interpretation of me through this.
Impossible to turn all that off.

Working at least six days a row again (maybe ten) starting today. Wasted my day off yesterday except in the best possible way.
Mmhmm.

accomplishing nothing

It's funny how much of this classical music I've been downloading I know. Not surprising considering how much of it my mother listens to. But still.
The Four Seasons is particularly pleasing me this afternoon.
I haven't been to the symphony lately. I want to go.

I'm still off music with vocals.
I'm sort of craving it now, but that's good. It's good to miss things.

I got paid for one of the commercials yesterday! I have to tell myself "you are not rich" over and over again in order to curb my giant need to buy things. So far, so good. It won't last long though - I guarantee.
There are so many things I need!
I want everything!

Somehow I've gotten it into my head that I could buy new furniture. I have lived in this apartment and the only furniture I've purchased is my desk ($18 at Wal-Mart) and clothing rail ($20 at Ikea). And I bought a bookshelf and table at a garage sale outside my door. But everything else is found.
Oh,except the vast amount of money I spent on lumber to build my bed. Sometimes I have great ideas!!!
Oh god I'm so excited for new furniture though. I want a new bed so hard. Maybe just a futon, it could be a couch for parties! I'd prefer a sweet captain's bed - but I have no idea where to find one like I'm looking for (for cheap, I mean).
I'm also looking into a new dresser and wardrobe. And storage containers! Goddammit I need storage containers. And I want a good-looking dishrack. I never put the dishes away, let alone the rack, so it should be better looking.

I'm getting so little done these days that it is ridiculous. Except working, but that's a given. And same old same old same old.

Here are some pictures instead of interesting writings: