So I got a gym membership yesterday, and tried it out today. I meant to show up for yoga, but got lost inside the gym and ended up just flusteredly using the elliptical for 20 minutes and going home to do pilates. Which wasn't exactly what I'd meant to do with my evening, but I think I'll eventually feel more confidant there and less freaked out. Its just a horrible lesson that every time I think I'm actually a confidant human being I figure out that I'm actually as neurotic as I thought I was when I try new things. Not that I had a yoga mat or anything and judging by the people I saw walking in as I walked out, I think I got the time all wrong anyway. x.x
Tried again to take photos of the costume. Why won't they take properly? I just look terrible in them all. Which is irritating since I thought I was good at taking pictures of myself. The ones of me and the sculpture looked great.
So instead of pictures, I bring a quote from some guy at Propworx, "I’ve been trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to convince my Propworx colleagues to make a Project Runway: Cylon Basestar Edition parody film for Dragon*Con this year. It could be a cross of American Idol, Zoolander, and Caprica’s Top Model. Imagine the possibilities: John Cavil as a judge (“Honey, that was great, but do it again—this time with no clothes on”); a knock-down, drag-out catfight on the catwalk between Athena and Boomer (“Karl is my man!”); or Aaron Doral (“Girl in three words—Fab-u-lous!”)."
I also have a song to share with everyone, one that will hopefully be stuck in your head all day because its been in mine for a week now. Frak Desmond. Goddamnit.






When I was looking for work attire today I ended up seeking out Cult stuff. I found a bin of earthy scarves and some mud-coloured skirts but didn't buy anything yet.
"I’ve been trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to convince my Propworx colleagues to make a Project Runway: Cylon Basestar Edition parody film for Dragon*Con this year. It could be a cross of American Idol, Zoolander, and Caprica’s Top Model. Imagine the possibilities: John Cavil as a judge (“Honey, that was great, but do it again—this time with no clothes on”); a knock-down, drag-out catfight on the catwalk between Athena and Boomer (“Karl is my man!”); or Aaron Doral (“Girl in three words—Fab-u-lous!”)."
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE. That would be SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO win. Gaeta = Tim Gunn!!