Leave me alone, I wanna go home, Leave me alone, cos I feel like dyyyyiiiiiiiing.....
Okay, so I'm sick and alone, my throat's hurting, I'm coughing, my nose is running, I have a fever and everything hurts, I'm really stressed about school, and the huge post I just wrote disappeared. So Fuck This Shit.
(Brilliant lyrics by the braindead finnish (I-Wanna-Be-the-next-Evanescense) Idol-star from ESC in the topic.)
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This is my corset. Could have been better, could have been worse. The lace is ruffled and sewn by hand, and I embroidered it with white thread and pearls. The fabric is stretching because I probably twisted it whilst sewing the plastic boning on. Also it wouldn't show much if it was tighter.
This is the jacket and a pocket detail. Don't remember if I've shown it before.
This is a huge sportsjacket which I hated to draw, cut out, and sew. Every second of it.
I liked it a bit more after forgetting my own jacket the night I finished it and could wear this on the way home. It's actually warm. Bävernylon.
I'm really feeling sorry for myself because I'm sick, I'm alone, I've done hardly anything in a whole week and what I feel like doing most is to crawl under the table and whimper in a tiny ball to myself, but I can't even do that because I'm fat and it's filthy in here so the floor is a no-no.
I know I shouldn't complain that much. Even though David wanted to get a ticket to come today, he is coming tomorrow. And I did spend the weekend with him. (But I'm sick and all alone NOW.......)
BLADES OF GLORY. Just as excellent as only a movie including Jon Heder, Will Ferrell and figure skating can be.
ESC. Lots of happy coloured cider, pie, David, a bunch of guys who hate ESC and a couple who seemed mildly indifferent, but Dennis was quite correct in remarking on the lack of a Carolaesque diva in the competition.
(David is trying to look gay. And yes I'm alot shorter than he is. This is actually how I see him. If we're both standing I mean. Mindboggling thoughts indeed.)
Of course, my tolerance being the way it is, I got happily tipsy/half drunk before half the entries had performed and spent the rest of the evening laughing about lots of very relevant stuff, asking what entry Serbia was again every time they got points, and commenting on the people from each country as they appeared to give points, since there were three people AT LEAST with a nose shaped like a penis. Noone else except David was prepared to accept that as a truth. Then I was scared that my nose looks like a penis. I wouldn't want that.
Anyway, I thought that the only deserving winner would have been Ukraine. Which I can't even spell the name of. (Ukrain?Ucraine?) They should have won for wearing most glitter and make-up, and respecting the Schlager law of raising the key at least once. Okay, so the lesbians raised the key twice aswell. But their song wasn't as catchy as the French or the Ark anyway.
And btw, why was that goth girl allowed to sing for two contries? And I thought she was busy in the US anyways with that crap band of hers. I liked the glowing palms though.
Life is strange sometimes.
(Brilliant lyrics by the braindead finnish (I-Wanna-Be-the-next-Evanescense) Idol-star from ESC in the topic.)
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This is my corset. Could have been better, could have been worse. The lace is ruffled and sewn by hand, and I embroidered it with white thread and pearls. The fabric is stretching because I probably twisted it whilst sewing the plastic boning on. Also it wouldn't show much if it was tighter.
This is the jacket and a pocket detail. Don't remember if I've shown it before.
This is a huge sportsjacket which I hated to draw, cut out, and sew. Every second of it.
I liked it a bit more after forgetting my own jacket the night I finished it and could wear this on the way home. It's actually warm. Bävernylon.
I'm really feeling sorry for myself because I'm sick, I'm alone, I've done hardly anything in a whole week and what I feel like doing most is to crawl under the table and whimper in a tiny ball to myself, but I can't even do that because I'm fat and it's filthy in here so the floor is a no-no.
I know I shouldn't complain that much. Even though David wanted to get a ticket to come today, he is coming tomorrow. And I did spend the weekend with him. (But I'm sick and all alone NOW.......)
BLADES OF GLORY. Just as excellent as only a movie including Jon Heder, Will Ferrell and figure skating can be.
ESC. Lots of happy coloured cider, pie, David, a bunch of guys who hate ESC and a couple who seemed mildly indifferent, but Dennis was quite correct in remarking on the lack of a Carolaesque diva in the competition.
(David is trying to look gay. And yes I'm alot shorter than he is. This is actually how I see him. If we're both standing I mean. Mindboggling thoughts indeed.)
Of course, my tolerance being the way it is, I got happily tipsy/half drunk before half the entries had performed and spent the rest of the evening laughing about lots of very relevant stuff, asking what entry Serbia was again every time they got points, and commenting on the people from each country as they appeared to give points, since there were three people AT LEAST with a nose shaped like a penis. Noone else except David was prepared to accept that as a truth. Then I was scared that my nose looks like a penis. I wouldn't want that.
Anyway, I thought that the only deserving winner would have been Ukraine. Which I can't even spell the name of. (Ukrain?Ucraine?) They should have won for wearing most glitter and make-up, and respecting the Schlager law of raising the key at least once. Okay, so the lesbians raised the key twice aswell. But their song wasn't as catchy as the French or the Ark anyway.
And btw, why was that goth girl allowed to sing for two contries? And I thought she was busy in the US anyways with that crap band of hers. I liked the glowing palms though.
Life is strange sometimes.