Freezin' ass vacation station . . .
So I have booked my plane tickets to Amsterdam for the weekend of Nov. 25-27. Seanius will be booking his tickets later tonight, and his girlfriend is not coming.
Jessup will probably be coming, along with his friend AJ. I've been too nice to Jessup lately, and I think he might think I'm interested again, which is so ragingly far from the truth . . .
School has been going well. We covered facial hair last week. I accidentally burned the moustache I made. My instructor, Richard, did as well. The other instructor, Sarah, laughed at us both.
Sarah and Richard actually work on some pretty cool stuff. Sarah made Gimli's beard in Lord of the Rings, worked on Kingdom of Heaven (apparently, Orlando can only grow so much facial hair), one of the recent Bond flicks. . . Richard does a lot of theatre, but worked on the movie version of The Phantom of the Opera (including that 4-foot wig of Minnie Driver's. She complained that it was too heavy, and Richard said, "Well, it's four feet of hair, what did you expect?")
This week we are doing fashion makeup. Our instructor is Pascal Marin, who's worked on many a cool fashion show and shoot, is very French and has a tendency to poke too hard at your face with his fingers (I learned that the hard way when I volunteered to be today's model). He's also very repetitive. "You tap, and then you apply the colour, and blend, blend, blend. Then you get more powder, tap tap, apply it to the eyelid, and blend, blend, blend. . ."
He says blend like it ends in "duh." Blenduh. A very short "duh."
I should probably go downstairs and be social. The housemates have lost "the power" (our remote control) and I'm sure it will be chaos without it.
Jessup will probably be coming, along with his friend AJ. I've been too nice to Jessup lately, and I think he might think I'm interested again, which is so ragingly far from the truth . . .
School has been going well. We covered facial hair last week. I accidentally burned the moustache I made. My instructor, Richard, did as well. The other instructor, Sarah, laughed at us both.
Sarah and Richard actually work on some pretty cool stuff. Sarah made Gimli's beard in Lord of the Rings, worked on Kingdom of Heaven (apparently, Orlando can only grow so much facial hair), one of the recent Bond flicks. . . Richard does a lot of theatre, but worked on the movie version of The Phantom of the Opera (including that 4-foot wig of Minnie Driver's. She complained that it was too heavy, and Richard said, "Well, it's four feet of hair, what did you expect?")
This week we are doing fashion makeup. Our instructor is Pascal Marin, who's worked on many a cool fashion show and shoot, is very French and has a tendency to poke too hard at your face with his fingers (I learned that the hard way when I volunteered to be today's model). He's also very repetitive. "You tap, and then you apply the colour, and blend, blend, blend. Then you get more powder, tap tap, apply it to the eyelid, and blend, blend, blend. . ."
He says blend like it ends in "duh." Blenduh. A very short "duh."
I should probably go downstairs and be social. The housemates have lost "the power" (our remote control) and I'm sure it will be chaos without it.