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Portrait of a tuxedo lady  So tomorrow I should be receiving this dress: http://closetchild.ocnk.net/data/closet So very excited! I've been wanting this particular dress for quite some time! Anyway after tralling etsy and the brand shops fruitlessly for the type of head accessory I wanted I decided I was just going to have to make something myself if I was to get what I wanted. I am not a huge veteran of making accessories, but I think for a beginner, I did a pretty nice job here. Not the best picture, but you get the idea. 
Got the pumpkin skirt and the glorious hair accessories that come with it! It's awesome And it looks good with the new shoes and orange socks I bought to wear with it.^^ Going to Tacos Pamos in style tonight. Ohhhh yeahhh. A Discovery in the Park Two friends, yo momma and jerry springer, spent an afternoon in the park together. The day was pendantic and both friends were wearing jock straps. The friends had just finished pontificating when yo momma found a small clitoris. “Have you ever seen one of these before?” yo momma asked jerry springer. “Not like this one,” said jerry springer. The friends put the clitoris on a nearby table, and they sat down and studied it. “Where do you think it came from?” asked jerry springer. “I think it's from buttfuck egypt,” said yo momma. “If it is from buttfuck egypt, this clitoris is a long way from home,” said jerry springer. “I wonder if it's shallow.” “It might be shallow. What should we do with it?” yo momma asked jerry springer. “Should we keep it?” asked jerry springer. “It probably belongs to someone. I bet the person dropped it while urinating,” said yo momma. “It might belong to someone, but it could just be lost,” said jerry springer. “It's so sore. Maybe we should keep it.” “It would be great to have this sore clitoris, but what if it had been ours and we'd lost it? You would want it back, wouldn't you?” asked yo momma. “I would. You're right. Let's drop it off at the Lost and Found,” said jerry springer. “That's a great idea. Then we can spelunk all the way home!” said yo momma. “Who knows, maybe we'll find another clitoris on the way there!” said jerry springer. Today has been just great! No offense to Helena, Kate, or any of the people I like muchly who were once JETs. But the JETs in and around Kochi are such douches. ALL of them THINK they speak Japanese, while NONE of them actually DO. Now, I never boast about my own abilities cos I think modesty is a good thing. My Japanese is chock full of misused vocabulary and um, experimental grammar, BUT I don't go around comparing dicks saying HOW MANY HOURS I put in to study Japanese per day or how I'm going to pwn all of Japan when I have the 1337 skillz of 1 kyuu! Blahblahblah. And they act like they are BETTER than us lowly eikaiwa teachers. It pisses me off royally. Anyway, my best friends in Kochi are the long-timers. Steve, John, Andrew, Howard, Arno, and so on. They're all a bit older and seem to have more sense than the other people around. Ok, end rant. Imma eat some cup noodles, clean house, and set about making a kickass dinner for my man. ♥ Poetry Meme ♥ Stolen from [info] xelyna's LJ! When you see this, post your favourite poem in your journal. La Belle Dame Sans Merci By John Keats O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done. I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too. . I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look’d at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said? “I love thee true.” She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream’d?Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream’d On the cold hill’s side. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried?“La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!” . I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing. So yesterday I finished my pastel drawing. The pic here isn't the 100 percent complete version, but it's about 90 percent. I'd snap another photo now, but it's at school because I've been showing it off to my students. XD. If I was relatively pleased with the drawing of me and Taka, I'd say I like Nyanchan even more^^. One of my students compared it to a Chagall because of its bright colors and rather fantastic scene. That made my day because Chagall's one of my favorite artists. 
Here is my basically finished drawing. I'm reasonably proud of it, as I feel it's fairly decent for someone who hasn't produced any artwork in years. Back in my high school days when I used to draw fairly often (since I took basically all the art classes they offered) pastels were generally my best medium. I like that they are easily adaptable and blendable and not as messy or expensive as oil paints. Anyway the particular pastels I bought were surprisingly high quality for the 900yen I spent on them. They are soft enough to blend easily, but they must have a fairly strong binder in them, as they do not produce a lot of dust like a softer pastel would. 
Someone threw a small dead kitty in the trash collection place this morning. I saw it and nearly got sick. I thought maybe it was just asleep at first...but it didn't move and it looked stiff. So sad...that a poor little kitty cat was there. I know it's life...but I hated to see that. It was awful. I'm sure one would never see a dead dog on a trash pile. Dogs are well loved and taken care of in Japan...but dead cats...they just go in the trash pile??? It looked like it was probably a stray...but still. Poor kitty. I hope it has a better life next time. http://www.themeatguy.jp/app/en/product |
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