"and if you need him to, he'll build an army too!"
Okay, so i haven't posted in a while. I am still mad because i still can't post pictures for some stupid reason. Oh well. By the way, this journal is gonna be sub-par without the pictures i have from the last week.
So I made a prom dress. When i say "I" i mean mostly me, with some help from Alex. When i say "made" i mean "added to" a $16 dress from Discovery. 2 days of black tulle and silver lame, and standing half naked in Alex's house. Well, let me just say that it turned out great, and with the addition of Anna Jackson's absolutely perfect updo, Griff, and our own Prom King and Queen crowns, CCCProm was UH-MAZING.
Yeah, I have pictures of all of this, but thanks to the neo-fascists at LJ you can't see them. BOO HOOO.
Next on the project list was the "Make it work" cake i made for the finale of Project Runway. That also turned out amazing, complete with Tim Gunn cutouts saying "What happened to Andre?" Ben ate like 7 pieces and got so out of his mind from the sugar high he was talking at like 3000 wpm and i told him i was tying him to my car and he had to run home. And it was Anna's last meal before her surgery. Thank god. Pictures? Yep, I have pics of this too. hilarious ones.
And finally, playing Nurse to Anna. That was quite an experience. Considering all we do when we're together is laugh, it was really impossible to not make her laugh, but considering she just had her tonscils ripped out, laughing was not an option. I just had to stare straight ahead and not speak. She just had to write her requests on the dry erase board we got her, and fall asleep. Oh man, it was so funny though. I wanted to write down all the things i would've said to show her later. And as for pictures, well i definately have a pic of her, with some ice bag apparatus around her neck, looking completely miserable with "Toscilectemy is the new Lipo" on her dry erase board. It is some funny shit. You can't see it though.
Now i have homework. And in 8 days i have LONDON. I want to take one of Anna's "Rip van winkle" pills and sleep til then.
I'll leave you now, with my new favorite quote:
"You are pitiful isolated individuals; you are bankrupts; your role is played out. Go where you belong from now on... into the trashcan of history!” -leon trotsky
So I made a prom dress. When i say "I" i mean mostly me, with some help from Alex. When i say "made" i mean "added to" a $16 dress from Discovery. 2 days of black tulle and silver lame, and standing half naked in Alex's house. Well, let me just say that it turned out great, and with the addition of Anna Jackson's absolutely perfect updo, Griff, and our own Prom King and Queen crowns, CCCProm was UH-MAZING.
Yeah, I have pictures of all of this, but thanks to the neo-fascists at LJ you can't see them. BOO HOOO.
Next on the project list was the "Make it work" cake i made for the finale of Project Runway. That also turned out amazing, complete with Tim Gunn cutouts saying "What happened to Andre?" Ben ate like 7 pieces and got so out of his mind from the sugar high he was talking at like 3000 wpm and i told him i was tying him to my car and he had to run home. And it was Anna's last meal before her surgery. Thank god. Pictures? Yep, I have pics of this too. hilarious ones.
And finally, playing Nurse to Anna. That was quite an experience. Considering all we do when we're together is laugh, it was really impossible to not make her laugh, but considering she just had her tonscils ripped out, laughing was not an option. I just had to stare straight ahead and not speak. She just had to write her requests on the dry erase board we got her, and fall asleep. Oh man, it was so funny though. I wanted to write down all the things i would've said to show her later. And as for pictures, well i definately have a pic of her, with some ice bag apparatus around her neck, looking completely miserable with "Toscilectemy is the new Lipo" on her dry erase board. It is some funny shit. You can't see it though.
Now i have homework. And in 8 days i have LONDON. I want to take one of Anna's "Rip van winkle" pills and sleep til then.
I'll leave you now, with my new favorite quote:
"You are pitiful isolated individuals; you are bankrupts; your role is played out. Go where you belong from now on... into the trashcan of history!” -leon trotsky