This morning, I went to Stephanie Swingle’s house to photograph for our school assignment, Fairy Tales. Stephanie is doing Snow White, and Sagari (the other girl who met with us — a very cool Junior) is doing Cinderella. Because “How the Moon Began”, my chosen story, features four brothers and takes place at night, I wasn’t able to take any pictures, and instead provided modeling services for Stephanie and Sagari. I got to be Snow White and Cinderella’s Prince, which was quite an experience. While not modeling, I held the lights for optimum effect. Jolly good. I look forward to seeing the negatives — I’ll try to convince Stephanie to let me scan some of her finished images.

Meanwhile, I’ll be continuting to flip through Sandman in search of a story I prefer over “How the Moon Began”. I have lots of cool ideas for HtMB, but it may prove difficult to convince some of my friends to don airy, wispy garments and dance in a moonlit graveyard. A long exposure, with the cameraperson splashing us with flashlights. That would be awesome, say I. Stephanie and Sagari have volunteered to help me, though, and my parents will be there most likely, so they might be enough. Hurrah! I hope Mrs. Yoshii approves. She seems less open to alternative techniques than some of my previous instructors.

Anyway, I got back home last night at 2 AM and woke up at 10. From 11-3, I was at Stephanie’s. I got one hour to work on my college essays (all week, mind you), and now, at 4, I’m off to an essay workshop. I need a nap.

Oh — if you haven’t seen the photographs I shot yesterday for my other Photography class (God help me), there right here. Comment if you haven’t already.

My Physics class has decided the the world’s coolest language is officially now PseudoGerman. And the perfect word for describing a Force vs. Acceleration graph is “schlopenmass”!

Earlier today, I was griping about how I didn’t want to go to Homecoming, as it’s eating up a big chunk of my free time this weekend. I now officially take it all back. I had a great time! Tonight was the football game, which was highly amusing. Matt and his friends are amazingly nifty. At halftime, we went to Chili’s, which I haven’t been to in ages. I had my “Anglo-Saxon Chicken Pasta”, which is basically Cajun Chicken Pasta without the spicy Cajun-ness. There, we ran into Casey Pedersen and another of the Urseline girls who does Jesuit drama with me. Jolly good! A splendid time was had by all. I look forward to tomorrow night.

Friday Five!

1. What size shoe do you wear?

11 1/2 EE, womens, and darn proud of it. Size 42 in Birkenstocks, which is quite an achievement in itself.

2. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

oh nelly. 1 pair kickass leather boots, 1 pair Angua sandals, 2 pair saddle oxfords for school (as my mom is demented and insists that my current pair need replacing) 1 pair 21-year-old tennis shoes (see Question #4), 1 pair character shoes for theatrical endeavors, 2 pair fancy dress shoes, 2 pair sandals. Dear god save me. 10 pair. I am Ivana Trump.

3. What type of shoe do you prefer (boots, sneakers, pumps, etc.)?

I like my Birkenstock sandals and my tennis shoes. Depends on my mood, but usually it’s sandals.

4. Describe your favorite pair of shoes. Why are they your favorite?

The 21-year-old tennis shoes, purchased by my father on his honeymoon, then worn by me for three years when I saw that they fit me. My mom has now forbidden me from wearing them, but they remain in my closet as an heirloom.

5. What’s the most you’ve spent on one pair of shoes?

Probably $80 or summat. Shoes are expensive, grrr.

Ooooooh! Our new photography assignment is to do photographs inspired by a fairytale. In my efforts to avoid the expected (and now clicheed at my school) Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood (etc), I’ve decided to go with obscurity. There was a long time when I thought I would do the Greek myth of Arachne or even Midsummer Night’s Dream, then I thought I would choose “How the Moon Began”, a fairytale I found in the Lower School Library this afternoon. Now I’m considering one of the fairytale-esque stories from Neil’s Sandman or Smoke and Mirrors. Hmmm… the possibilities! I love this assignment already!

Mrs. McCullough recommended plaster cloth, so I went to MJDesigns (arts & crafts store) and bought a few rolls. I think I’ll make the breastplate over the weekend. I’m still trying to decide whether to do a backplate or a cloak. I’m thinking cloak, because I don’t want to have to lie on my stomach for an hour while the plaster sets. I’m using myself as a model — all hail Saran Wrap, which shall prevent it from touching my skin (icky).

So backplate or cloak? What do the “official” artists say?…

Paul Kidby: cloak

Lissanne Lake (MAA HC): cloak

Josh Kirby (scares the hell out of me): umm… is that some kind of a freakish armored corset? Ouch. But she also has a cloak, so both.

What would look best with the costume? Cloak. Hell yeah. Must plan a trip to a fabric store in the near future.

Yay! Mom is my hero of the day. While randomly shopping for god knows what, she found the most perfect skirt for my Angua costume. Knee-length, dark brown corderoy. It wasn’t what I initially had in mind, but now I can’t think of anything that would work better. It’s an ideal cut and weight and color… so yay mom! *dances* Tomorrow, we’re going to get a few holes punched in the collar, as I need it to be smaller. I’m also going to try to find some leather strips for the leg-things that I have no idea what to call. And I’m going to talk to Mrs. McCullough, my art teacher, to get her opinion on material for the breastplate. Hurrah!

Looking back on this entry, I see nothing that anyone but I could possibly be interested in. Perhaps this is why Kell got a cosplay journal. XD

I looked at this picture, and my first thought was “Woah, Slytherin looks totally stoned”. Then I realized what I had said.

Someone please kill me before I cause further injury to others.

Yay! Mrs. Felice wants me to design the program for “Dark of the Moon”! I already have ideas… cyanotype + digital stuff = yowza.