Dear Katatonia,

FUCK. YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUU.

Love, VeeCee.

(Because for some stupid reason, I can't log into the forum right now and say it directly to his bff/alt account.)

I had a dream I was dating Joey Richter.
It was the best dream ever. I think I'm going to go cry now. ;w;


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Man, looking at this picture is really depressing, because it doesn't really look like 6 hours of work. xD
I would've had the skirt mostly done, but I seriously screwed that up. Like. Five times, so I quit once I got it right and my serger thread snapped three inches from being done.
My serger is a horrible bitch sometimes. :|

( Anyway, BEHOLD MY PROGRESS. )

( Zenkaikon Stuff )

 No, not Nancy Drew. Everyone knows that's Josuke.
[/I AM SUCH A MORON. DISREGARD THIS.]

Well, good news, everyone!
I'm already making pretty decent progress on Narancia! I started the pants yesterday, and they only need a waistband and finished leg holes.
So I almost have extremely hideous purple metallic leggings that I probably could've bought from ( Read more... )

 So I'm currently being crushed under the pressure that Zenkaikon is next month, and I want to have Narancia done by then, so I'm having some issues, time-wise.
I don't know if I should try to get most of Annasui done first, (because I don't have money for the boots currently. OTL)
or stop where I am and start Narancia so I can be sure I'll have it ( Read more... )

 SO. I FINALLY FOUND MY OTHER PRINTER AND IT TOOK ME AND MY MOM WHO HAD JUST FALLEN DOWN STAIRS AND WAS A LITTLE DURPED OUT ON PAIN KILLERS A HALF HOUR TO GET THE INK INTO IT.
THEN I FOUND OUT WE ONLY HAD ONE PIECE OF TRANSFER PAPER. I GOT SIX DOTS OFF OF IT.
AND ONE DIDN'T EVEN WORK. AHHHHHHH

RANT OVER. FML, SERIOUSLY.

 I just added a ton of people, so...uh, TAH-DAH. Welcome to my LJ.
I'm sorry that all you had to read so far was complaing and emo crap, so I'm making up for it now.

Hello, Universe. My name is Kristen.
I'm a fifteen, soon to be sixteen, year old high school sophmore.
I'm not paticularly fond of small children, and I don't think I'll ever want any.  ( Read more... )