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I oh-so-really wanted to post a vlog on Halloween and Artist's Ball so I should showcase my ridic Violet Parr Incredibles costume, haha, but I got lazy. Don't expect any vlogs anytime soon. I had a great Halloween and Artist's Ball weekend that was full of dancing and living it up. (Without the bad stuff, though. Say no to drugs, kids.)
Here is my Violet costume. I eBayed a $25 red jumpsuit that was custom tailored and everything so it fit pretty perfectly. I already had the gloves, boots, and underwear shorts so i was pretty excited. I've really gotten into hand-making my costumes (Yellow Power Ranger last year and Mulan the year before that) but there was no way I was going to sew a red spandex supersuit. However, I did make my cheap-ass 'i' patch out of cardstock. In the end, I lurved it though.
For Artist's Ball, which is like, RISD's post-Halloween costume dance party, I vaguely planned to be a Ballerina Princess Fairy but went mainly Ballerina. I recycled this dress that I made a couple of years ago for this local fashion show. It was probably 9 feet long (it was a Rapunzel-inspired dress) so I had to hack off 3 feet and attach a strap (I LOVE ONE SHOULDER DRESSES, OMG!) because I was not about to jump around in a strapless dress for the whole night. In the end, I was inspired by this dress I've been wanting for like, 10 months and went all Flower Power. Sort of. My shoes are ballerina slippers from Payless and I bought the pink leg ribbons separately.
Now for the regular emo session of my entry. So Browning, aka my new Optimus, is the nicest boy I've ever met. Ever. This includes the elementary, middle, and high portions of my education. Nice is not exactly the most beautiful word in the world but it is truest when applied to him. That, or kind. I can't picture him angry (but that doesn't mean he's a pushover because he's not). He's simply a gentleman, charismatic, and wholeheartedly eager to make art. I swear, I think he's the most enthusiastic RISD-goer so far. I guess he knows that he's lucky to be here. I know I am but I still have my, "I can't BELIEVE how much work we have!" moments. At any rate, we are friends. We are not GOOD good friends, but we are floormates which means I see him almost every day unless I really try to avoid it. He's extremely smart (you should have seen his high school notes on Art History that he let me borrow; he retained all of the info and had enough papers and sketches to fill a novel), helpful (he holds doors open for people), and when he says, "Thank you." to people it sounds completely earnest. I truly believe Browning is a good person through and through though I don't know him well or long enough to validate my belief. I'd vouch for his character though.
To be quite honest, I didn't really think I ever had a chance. Some confident girls I knew/know would have gone chasing right away and probably have come back with the prize but I will be shameless and n00blike in declaring that no, I've never had a boyfriend. I am a firm believer in going with the flow so if it happens, it happens, but I'm not looking for one as a crutch or one at all. I am, however and honestly, a bit scared of being in any sort of potential relationship. In the past, the almost-boys that could have been WOULD have probably been if I hadn't shied away. I guess I just go 49% when even 50% would be enough. I'm not commitment-phobic but I'm so geekily new at this, I wouldn't know what to do with myself or the significant other. Hold his hand?
Anyway, on the night of Artist's Ball, my friends and I went to the dance and I saw him there, of course. It was a little awkward to see him see me dancing because I was a liiiiiitle self-conscious in front of him but he joined our circle for a few tense minutes before my friend, let's call her Racer because she was dressed as a girly Nascar Racer that night, started dancing with him selectively. I don't really know how it happened. One moment, he was awkwardly shifting around to the beat, and the next, his hands were on her hips and her arms were around his neck. (And then the next moment, she was grinding.) I shook it off, determined to have a good time that night and did but other than that little event that made me envious, it was a great night. Now, whenever I see him, it's like I'm looking at a completely different person now...and I still feel that way. He's still the #1 Nice Guy...but now he's half taken and I can't do anything about it. Yes, blame me for not taking the initiative. Curse my shyness.
And then last night, if you haven't read the awfully stupid tweet, I saw the two together walking toward the little shopping streets on what could only be qualified potentially as a date. They were alone and her arm was around his and her head was on his shoulder. I wasn't, like, in love with the guy and my heart was not shattered into fifty million pieces, but my stomach did do that horrible twist. I just smiled as amicably as I could because it was just a natural reaction when I see him, but it was only two minutes later than I screamed my heart out. No tears were spilled, though. I'm not that dramatic. I was mainly just bummed. And still am.
Iz lent me her wonderful ear (as well as a bunch of, "SHE'S A CLOSET SLUT!" comments) and comforted me with a few, "What if you saw it wrong?" situations, but in retrospect, he's a nice boy, she's a nice girl, and why wouldn't they get together after a great night of dancing? I can't say anything would happen if I had taken the leap and tried harder. Maybe he just wasn't that into me. Maybe
There are plenty of fish in the sea, but this fish is just so special. :( I shall simply go with the flow now and hope they're both happy. Flowing...don't worry. ;) This ain't gonna shake me up. I just wish the butterflies wouldn't attack my stomach every time I see him or hear his door open or hear his footsteps.
Here is my Violet costume. I eBayed a $25 red jumpsuit that was custom tailored and everything so it fit pretty perfectly. I already had the gloves, boots, and underwear shorts so i was pretty excited. I've really gotten into hand-making my costumes (Yellow Power Ranger last year and Mulan the year before that) but there was no way I was going to sew a red spandex supersuit. However, I did make my cheap-ass 'i' patch out of cardstock. In the end, I lurved it though.
For Artist's Ball, which is like, RISD's post-Halloween costume dance party, I vaguely planned to be a Ballerina Princess Fairy but went mainly Ballerina. I recycled this dress that I made a couple of years ago for this local fashion show. It was probably 9 feet long (it was a Rapunzel-inspired dress) so I had to hack off 3 feet and attach a strap (I LOVE ONE SHOULDER DRESSES, OMG!) because I was not about to jump around in a strapless dress for the whole night. In the end, I was inspired by this dress I've been wanting for like, 10 months and went all Flower Power. Sort of. My shoes are ballerina slippers from Payless and I bought the pink leg ribbons separately.
Now for the regular emo session of my entry. So Browning, aka my new Optimus, is the nicest boy I've ever met. Ever. This includes the elementary, middle, and high portions of my education. Nice is not exactly the most beautiful word in the world but it is truest when applied to him. That, or kind. I can't picture him angry (but that doesn't mean he's a pushover because he's not). He's simply a gentleman, charismatic, and wholeheartedly eager to make art. I swear, I think he's the most enthusiastic RISD-goer so far. I guess he knows that he's lucky to be here. I know I am but I still have my, "I can't BELIEVE how much work we have!" moments. At any rate, we are friends. We are not GOOD good friends, but we are floormates which means I see him almost every day unless I really try to avoid it. He's extremely smart (you should have seen his high school notes on Art History that he let me borrow; he retained all of the info and had enough papers and sketches to fill a novel), helpful (he holds doors open for people), and when he says, "Thank you." to people it sounds completely earnest. I truly believe Browning is a good person through and through though I don't know him well or long enough to validate my belief. I'd vouch for his character though.
To be quite honest, I didn't really think I ever had a chance. Some confident girls I knew/know would have gone chasing right away and probably have come back with the prize but I will be shameless and n00blike in declaring that no, I've never had a boyfriend. I am a firm believer in going with the flow so if it happens, it happens, but I'm not looking for one as a crutch or one at all. I am, however and honestly, a bit scared of being in any sort of potential relationship. In the past, the almost-boys that could have been WOULD have probably been if I hadn't shied away. I guess I just go 49% when even 50% would be enough. I'm not commitment-phobic but I'm so geekily new at this, I wouldn't know what to do with myself or the significant other. Hold his hand?
Anyway, on the night of Artist's Ball, my friends and I went to the dance and I saw him there, of course. It was a little awkward to see him see me dancing because I was a liiiiiitle self-conscious in front of him but he joined our circle for a few tense minutes before my friend, let's call her Racer because she was dressed as a girly Nascar Racer that night, started dancing with him selectively. I don't really know how it happened. One moment, he was awkwardly shifting around to the beat, and the next, his hands were on her hips and her arms were around his neck. (And then the next moment, she was grinding.) I shook it off, determined to have a good time that night and did but other than that little event that made me envious, it was a great night. Now, whenever I see him, it's like I'm looking at a completely different person now...and I still feel that way. He's still the #1 Nice Guy...but now he's half taken and I can't do anything about it. Yes, blame me for not taking the initiative. Curse my shyness.
And then last night, if you haven't read the awfully stupid tweet, I saw the two together walking toward the little shopping streets on what could only be qualified potentially as a date. They were alone and her arm was around his and her head was on his shoulder. I wasn't, like, in love with the guy and my heart was not shattered into fifty million pieces, but my stomach did do that horrible twist. I just smiled as amicably as I could because it was just a natural reaction when I see him, but it was only two minutes later than I screamed my heart out. No tears were spilled, though. I'm not that dramatic. I was mainly just bummed. And still am.
Iz lent me her wonderful ear (as well as a bunch of, "SHE'S A CLOSET SLUT!" comments) and comforted me with a few, "What if you saw it wrong?" situations, but in retrospect, he's a nice boy, she's a nice girl, and why wouldn't they get together after a great night of dancing? I can't say anything would happen if I had taken the leap and tried harder. Maybe he just wasn't that into me. Maybe
There are plenty of fish in the sea, but this fish is just so special. :( I shall simply go with the flow now and hope they're both happy. Flowing...don't worry. ;) This ain't gonna shake me up. I just wish the butterflies wouldn't attack my stomach every time I see him or hear his door open or hear his footsteps.
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