Random blog entry, but can anyone else make themselve fake cry?

Don't ask why I did this, because I have no clue why. Hahaha

 

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I'm not sure about you guys, but when I'm blogging I can't seem to write anything meaningful unless I have music playing in the background. It helps me blend my words and feelings together into something I can feel proud about. I have a rather eccentric music taste, so the songs I constantly listen to make me feel emotions that only music can provoke out of me.

1. Boom Boom Ba by Metisse

2. Feel It All Around by Washed Out

3. Alone by Trespassers William

4. Sinful Nature by Bear in Heaven

5. Will There Be Stars by Blonde Redhead

What songs do you listen to?

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With a few cosplay conventions and Halloween coming up, I've been working on a cosplay inspired by Vampy (who is pictured below).

Of course I'm nowhere near as talented as she is, so I'll probably do a more "casual" version of this. If I'm correct, Vampy makes most of her costumes (if not all of them) by hand. I'll be buying my items off of ebay and other various online shopping sites.

Here's what I plan on buying:

1.) Metallic Pants

2.) Contacts

I'm actually still kind of deciding on which contacts I want to get.

gray

(If you guys could help me choose which color would make a better American Dream, that would be amazing!)

3.) Wig

As for the top, I was thinking about buying a plain cotton t-shirt, cutting it, and buying metallic fabric paints to complete the design. I also have no clue what I'm going to do about boots, probably something similar. It won't be hard to find a cheap pair of rain boots at Goodwill, and then some metallic paints should do the trick. Also, since I'm going to make this costume "casual" I won't worry about gloves. Finally, the mask, since Halloween just around the corner (or at least to the Halloween stores and grocery stores) a Captain American mask shouldn't be too hard to find.

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I'm in such a sh*tty mood right now, so I thought I would vent in this blog entry.

My friend in Hawaii mailed me a package in February, and we used to be so close. We're horrible at mailing each other things, so the fact that he did this for me a few months ago meant the world to me. In this package he mailed me some of his shirts, some really adorable Hawaiian Hello Kitty items, toys, notes, and etc. My mom didn't like these things, so I guess when I got caught up with life she gave them away.

I asked her where they were today, and she acted like she didn't know where they were. It really angers me because first of fucking all, YOU ARE KNOWN FOR GIVING MY THINGS AWAY. Even when I was in elementary school, if she was upset with me she would give away my toys or clothes. In high school, if I bought things with my own money, she would give them away simply because they weren't to HER taste. I can't believe I'm in my third year of college and she's still pulling this bullshi* on me.

After a few minutes of questioning her, she pulls an OJ Simpson. "If I did give them away it wouldn't matter. The Sex Pistols shirts aren't welcome in this house." FUC* YOU. Who the fuc* cares if a Sex Pistols shirt is in the house? You don't know who they are, and just because the word "Sex" is on the shirt doesn't mean anything. I'm 21 years old, and you treat me like I'm in elementary school. Leave my shi* alone, and leave me alone.

I'm so upset I can't even collect my thoughts. All his things to me are gone, and I can't get them back. It's like losing a friend.

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In case you didn't see Cakalusa's entry, he's having a debonerfest challenge. What you do is basically post photos of yourself undoctored, and with absolutely no makeup.

I took these pictures right after I got ready for bed for tonight, even though it's only 10:00 pm.

Sorry about the slight camel toe guys!

#debonerfest2012

Also, lovelyish did two entries where the lovelyish team and readers were featured with no makeup no makeup. Check it out!

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Have you ever gone through your mom's old photographs and go "wow"? Well, I've been looking through my mom's old photographs again. I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she is then and now. I think in these photos my mom was in her late twenties, and oh did she have a fashion sense! I really look up to my mom, she's just amazing

My mom is the one on the right, beautiful right?

My mom had a crush on the guy in the middle, which is awesome! I of course have to be cliche and think that the guy on the right is a total hunk muffin. There's just something about him that gives him that whole Starsky and Hutch vibe...maybe it's just the simple fact that these were the 70s.

My mom as a bridesmaid. Gorgeous.

The blushing bride and her groom..and my mom By the way, what is it about Asians looking so young? I swear the groom looks like he's 13, but nope. Late twenties.

She took beginners ballet class, but people always mistook her for the instructor. I can definitely see why in this picture.

Who needs a bikini on the beach? My mom never was much for showing skin, she still hates wearing short sleeves. Even if it's 109 degrees I catch my mom putting on long sleeved shirts still. Crazy. I know.

My mom and her super good friend

My mom and my aunt

Okay, my mom was definitely in her early twenties here...even though she does look a tad bit twelvish.

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Since we went on vacation together in secret five months ago, I hid the photos of us on your computer. After we broke up, I've been wanting to recover these photographs from you, but was unsure if you still had them or not. I was hesitant to ask for these photographs due to the fear of you possibly wanting to delete memories of our past together. I guess I feared that because I still care about you, and if you ever wanted me out of your memories I would take it like a dagger to the heart. I'm not sure why, but I had the guts today to call and ask if you still had them. To my surprise you did, and you sent them to me.

To be honest I wasn't sure what I was going to do with these photographs exactly, but I decided to blog them. Well here they are.

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I know it must be hard to leave Puff for a couple days, so I thought I would make a photo diary of everything she did.

You were there when I took this picture, but she did this a lot again.

She also ate in a very paranoid fashion.

She also smelled the door a lot.

And acted cute

And let Skyler pet her

Then she went crazy again xD

So yeah, that's what she did!

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Attempted to take experimental photographs with my camera. Here's what I got

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I know I always write you letters, but I thought I would write a blog instead. I just wanted to thank you for putting all of your effort into this relationship. We haven't been exclusive for long, but in this short amount of time that we've been together you've already given me the perfect storybook relationship. You have shown me more care in two months than anyone has ever shown me in my entire life. Also, the simple fact that you trust me enough to open your heart and mind to me is one of the most wonderful gifts anyone could ever give a person. We've known each other for half of our lives, from when we were 11 to 21. Even though we never had much history together until now, it feels like we have been inseparable since the first time we met.

You're one of the few people that has been able to give me confidence. This isn't just because you always tell me that I'm beautiful or gorgeous, but it's also the way I always catch you smiling at me from the corner of my eye. Just by the look in your eyes I can tell that I'm the only girl that you want, and it's the most reassuring feeling ever.

The way you worry and care about me is something that I'm not used to. In my last relationship when I confessed my eating habits (or the lack there of) all he could do is laugh at me like I was some pathetic loser. When I told you, I could see the sadness in your eyes. You let me know that you cared, and that I should care too. You didn't make me feel like an idiot, you made me feel valuable. You let me know that I was ruining myself, and that I had no need to do that to myself. In fact, ever since we stumbled into each other's lives, I've been trying to eat more. Although the amount that I eat isn't a lot, it's a lot more than I used to eat. There's just something about you that makes me want to better myself. Maybe it's because you always give me the motivation no one else does.

When we're apart, I get this feeling of longing. I never knew I could miss someone so much, but when I'm not with you, I spend moments throughout the day wishing I were. Maybe that seems a little weird, but you're the only person I can do nothing with, yet still have the best time in the world.

Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I'm grateful that you let me know how important I am, especially during times where I feel less than human. You're super important to me, and I will always do my best to let you know that. <3

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