We are young, we run green, keep our teeth nice and clean! Cosplay and work and sleep is life
On Monday, I went over to Mandy's to work on cosplay with her and Holly. We had a good time, like a mini-cosplay meeting, only some unhappy revelations came to light about my Natalia cosplay. As in, I have to remake the ruffles along the top, the shirt collar is still giving us trouble despite the new pattern we're using, and the fabric we chose for the dress - though it looks perfect - is a little too sheer, so we'll have to find a way to line the dress. Holly says she knows a way to do it without having to rip the dress apart or remake it entirely. I'm counting on that. I couldn't bear having to seam rip the dress, much less make another one. This is the third dress we've made, and the best, and apart from one issue with a scallop at the hem, and now the ruffles and the opacity of the fabric, I love it. In fact, I was inordinately proud of it, till I realized those things needed to be fixed - and badly. Like, unavoidably have to be fixed. Ever since then, Mandy's been feeling down about cosplay, and honestly, I was on the verge of tears when Holly told me we needed to redo the ruffles and line the dress, but I don't want to give up. I'm too stubborn for giving up! Never give up, never surrender!
No matter what happens, Holly, Mandy, and I will figure out a way to fix the Natalia dress and get it in spifftastic shape. We'll draft a pattern for Mandy's cosplay that looks good and isn't covered in seams when we put the collar together, and we'll keep going with the collection of spare change we have for the group to use when we go to Sakuracon next April. Everything we want to do, we can do, with tears or without them. It's why I love my friends and why cosplay isn't something I can do all by myself. You've gotta have people to support you. Cosplay is fun on your own, but only as fun as you make it - and it's as fun as everybody makes it, together, when you do it with a group. I hear it's kind of like drunken sex that way. :B Only not really.
The rest of the week went by largely without comment. Insane dreams aside, I've been having such a normal week that it's almost disappointing. And apart from cosplay, there has been little drama, and few setbacks. In fact, today I made fourteen bucks in tips. I usually make about four or five bucks in four hours - so a dollar an hour - but today rocked. We were busy, I learned some new drinks, and I forced myself not to consume any of the pastries I was working with. (Sometimes, it's really tough to rein in temptation. Scones and brownies are dangerous foes!) I also managed not to keel over after eight hours of running around. I think the nearly constant motion helped. Standing for long periods of time is far worse than walking or otherwise moving. So far, my biggest complaint about work is that doing the dishes saps all moisture from my hands, requiring excessive lotion application after a shift, and when you consider all the idiocy that went down around my last job, it really makes Tully's seem a thousand times better. I mean, hell, today I was half an hour late because I misread my hours on the schedule, and the shift lead was like, "Don't worry about it," which would have gotten me strangled at the Ko. On top of everything else, I work with Mandy. ^_^ ~♥ The only way it could get better is if Zelly flew in on butterfly wings every day and joined us at work! Oh, SPOCK/BONES/CHEKOV/whichever Sailor Trek you are this week, I'm looking at yoooouu. (destry. Get on LJ, dammit. You're a Zelly, not a toolbox.)
I'm so damn tired these days. I blame running from school to work almost every day. It'll be a good paycheck, but it certainly does not fill me with desire to do my homework. My English teaching classes are interesting, sure, but the homework is ridiculous. We do all these readings that we rarely talk about, our blog component doesn't feed well into class discussions or activities, the group work is starting to stagnate, and I'm tired of writing papers analyzing my own experience as a student in English classes in junior high and high school. Though I'm kinda just bitching right now, I hope things pick up. These classes could be marvelous if only we'd stop being so scattered. I vow that, to the best of my ability, I will not be one of those scatterbrained teachers, or a disorganized teacher who can't tie lessons together in a neat thread. If you can't spin, get away from the wheel, or else let the spindle find your finger and take a century off from life in a tower somewhere. Pl0x and tyty.
Well, this concludes today's episode of Talyn's Modern Life. I'm not a kangaroo or anything, but I like to imagine I can sometimes be modestly interesting. It must be the cosplay. That's the real selling point.
I have Alright by Supergrass in my head. Damn "Daria" ending credits. Now I've gotta go download that song before I drive myself more than slightly mad.
"Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another."
No matter what happens, Holly, Mandy, and I will figure out a way to fix the Natalia dress and get it in spifftastic shape. We'll draft a pattern for Mandy's cosplay that looks good and isn't covered in seams when we put the collar together, and we'll keep going with the collection of spare change we have for the group to use when we go to Sakuracon next April. Everything we want to do, we can do, with tears or without them. It's why I love my friends and why cosplay isn't something I can do all by myself. You've gotta have people to support you. Cosplay is fun on your own, but only as fun as you make it - and it's as fun as everybody makes it, together, when you do it with a group. I hear it's kind of like drunken sex that way. :B Only not really.
The rest of the week went by largely without comment. Insane dreams aside, I've been having such a normal week that it's almost disappointing. And apart from cosplay, there has been little drama, and few setbacks. In fact, today I made fourteen bucks in tips. I usually make about four or five bucks in four hours - so a dollar an hour - but today rocked. We were busy, I learned some new drinks, and I forced myself not to consume any of the pastries I was working with. (Sometimes, it's really tough to rein in temptation. Scones and brownies are dangerous foes!) I also managed not to keel over after eight hours of running around. I think the nearly constant motion helped. Standing for long periods of time is far worse than walking or otherwise moving. So far, my biggest complaint about work is that doing the dishes saps all moisture from my hands, requiring excessive lotion application after a shift, and when you consider all the idiocy that went down around my last job, it really makes Tully's seem a thousand times better. I mean, hell, today I was half an hour late because I misread my hours on the schedule, and the shift lead was like, "Don't worry about it," which would have gotten me strangled at the Ko. On top of everything else, I work with Mandy. ^_^ ~♥ The only way it could get better is if Zelly flew in on butterfly wings every day and joined us at work! Oh, SPOCK/BONES/CHEKOV/whichever Sailor Trek you are this week, I'm looking at yoooouu. (destry. Get on LJ, dammit. You're a Zelly, not a toolbox.)
I'm so damn tired these days. I blame running from school to work almost every day. It'll be a good paycheck, but it certainly does not fill me with desire to do my homework. My English teaching classes are interesting, sure, but the homework is ridiculous. We do all these readings that we rarely talk about, our blog component doesn't feed well into class discussions or activities, the group work is starting to stagnate, and I'm tired of writing papers analyzing my own experience as a student in English classes in junior high and high school. Though I'm kinda just bitching right now, I hope things pick up. These classes could be marvelous if only we'd stop being so scattered. I vow that, to the best of my ability, I will not be one of those scatterbrained teachers, or a disorganized teacher who can't tie lessons together in a neat thread. If you can't spin, get away from the wheel, or else let the spindle find your finger and take a century off from life in a tower somewhere. Pl0x and tyty.
Well, this concludes today's episode of Talyn's Modern Life. I'm not a kangaroo or anything, but I like to imagine I can sometimes be modestly interesting. It must be the cosplay. That's the real selling point.
I have Alright by Supergrass in my head. Damn "Daria" ending credits. Now I've gotta go download that song before I drive myself more than slightly mad.
"Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another."