Sewing Makes My World Go 'Round.

     I am pleased to say that I completed a pair of half-bloomers last night in about an hour and a half. They're darling and were a little...devil to make. The sewing was straightforward enough, but this was my first experience with elastic and I had some complications. They kind of match my apron that I made a while back, all lacy and tea-dyed. I hope to wear them to a convention soon, but I'm a bit strapped for cash. Okay, bye.

Hetalia Cosplays and Yummy Chocolates!

     I've entered a new fandom and this one is semi-educational! I've fallen in love with Axis Powers Hetalia over the past few weeks, and I'm working on two cosplays from that series: Austria and Lithuania. Both adorable guys that I can actually pull off (I'm too short most of the time to play a dude.) I went shopping for the fabric and I fortunately already had the pattern I needed. I'm using Simplicity's matrix coat patter. (*gigglesnort* Oh, inside joke.)
     Moving on to other things, yesterday my mother and I made Earl Grey tea truffles. They're very yummy, but the smell of the caramel centers cooking made me sick. Here's a few pictures for your viewing pleasure:

     Thar ye be, loveys! I'm off to wrap prezzies. Ciao!

About Little Miss Adora Batbrat and Nightwish

      I was lurking around Youtube and I came across a new video by the ElectroGoth Queen of Youtube, Adora Batbrat! Unfortunately, her cat just died, and I think it hit her pretty hard. Well, she'll be in my prayers. But I think that she is very pretty in an unusual sort of way, what with her eyebrows gone and her hair changing colors faster than your brain can process them. She's always so creative with her make up and such.
This is a link to one of my favorite tutorials that she's done: 

     On to other things, I have been liking Nightwish for a long time. But now that it is sans Tarja, I haven't been interested in their new music. I've been wanting to explore more of their music, but for some reason, I have this fear of listening to new music. It just seems so tedious. I want to pose a question, though; have you ever been inspired by music to created a craft or fashion? I'd like to get a glimpse into your minds, so comment away, my darlings~! Tah tah for now.

Oh, I just remembered I have a blog...

     Oops! Sorry to the four of you who read my little journal, I just haven't had that burst of creative cocaine in quite a while, but I was glancing up at my toolbar and cried a tear. But I'm back. I should probably find a theme for this so I don't just have verbal diarrhea every time I pull up Blogger. It'd be fun to do this with someone else as well. I feel so alone on the Internet! But I bought my BJD! He's an eLUTS Kid Delf that I adopted from a friend and his name is Nicholai.  He's so sweet, but he needs a new wig, not just his wavy pink one *shudders*. My dog is being an obnoxious...Okay, disregard that whole thing. I was talking with L and he suggested I did my blog about crafting, cosplay, and clothing! And, obviously, I want to put my own whimsically dark twist on it. And maybe through in random nerdy outbursts about my fandoms. So yes! My next post will be relating to that! Good bye.

I hate homework, yes I do...

     I don't like the fact that I have so much reading to do. In a text book, no less. Oh well. Anyways, I was thinking of cutting my hair, but I have no idea what kind of style I want...It's probably going to end up being almost the same as I had it before...Meh, whatever. I also wanted to try making my own perfume as well, but I have no jojoba oil in my house. If anyone has any creative ideas, feel free to post them. I think it would be cool to do some tutorials on here...I'm feeling like this post is very mediocre, but I can't really produce much better when my AP World text book is glaring at me. Bye.

A semi-serious post.

     Hello, my darlings. I've been perusing some womens' magazines lately and I've found a very disturbing trend. Time and time again, I see our gender still bending to the will and desire of the men around us. It makes me sick. We are equals in this world today; or so you have been taught. In the corporate world, men are still paid more than their women co-workers. Even if the woman is a CEO, her fellow male CEO would get a higher salary.
     My dear mother has informed me that in the medical profession, women are paid just as highly, but most patients are uneasy with the thought of female physicians. She had a few leave and ask for a male doctor.
      Among teenagers in high school, boys will often rate the girls around them based on their looks. I don't know if I've ever been rated, but I'd imagine I'd get a low score, seeing as I'm not 'normal' and don't have a high social standing with the boys who engage in such activities. We are being treated as cattle, being judged on whether or not we're valuable.
     In magazines such as Cosmopolitan and Glamour, there is a plethora of articles based around how to please a man. How to please him during sex, how to win his heart, how to be a 'cool' girlfriend. Ladies, it seems that it is no different now than it was a hundred years ago. Sure, people tell you sexism is dead. That is a load of lies. Society tells us to be quiet, not burden our man with our feelings and emotions. We are still meant to be seen and not heard. Now, I've even looked in mens' magazines and websites, and there is not a lot about how to please a woman, how to be a good husband/partner, about how to win her heart in a gallant and chivalrous fashion. Thank the feminists for beating manners out of them.
      Very rarely will I be in public and have a young man hold the door for me. And I don't mean propping it open behind them. I mean waiting for you to go through the door and then entering. I've never heard of a man asking how he could be better to his female partner. Do not get me wrong, I've met plenty of wonderful and mannerly young gentlemen, but not nearly enough. Men don't seem to want to woo women anymore. They want to look good enough to have us for a night. And if a man sleeps with many women, he gets cheers and titles with positive connotations from his friends. But should a girl do it, oh no! You harlot! Society shuns you for your scandalous behavior. Now tell me what's wrong with that picture.
      Call me a Nazi feminist, call me an old fashioned hag, call me 'like, uncool dude!" But I still feel the very same about these heinous issues still plaguing the world.

I'm being forced to watch UFC.

     I'm sitting here eating delicious organic angel food cake with organic strawberries and homemade organic whipped cream with my boyfriend. Internet, say hi to L! *picks up L's hand and makes it wave* Oh I could never live without sugar.

     I plan on writing a short story about a patient in a mental asylum for the criminally insane. It should be fun. Bye!

Edit: I thought you guys should know that I had an interesting conversation about how I became a man, and with great manhood comes great responsibility. It is not a toy.

I felt like writing.

     Oh my goodness, I love cheese...I'm eating extra sharp white cheddar at the moment. Yummy yummy! Anyways, on to a sport I recently started! It's called Parkour. It's French. It's the sport of getting from point A to point B as gracefully and efficiently as possible.
     So, imagine you were being chased through...New York City. Your pursuer is coming up fast, and you have to climb up walls, change directions quickly, and dodge obstacles. Think urban Ninja. My cohorts and I enjoy this sport a lot, and I have excellent coaches! I, being the lazy lout I am, find this sport to actually be practical and enriching. I'm no tracer, but I plan on taking this for a long time.
     You'll be proud of me when you hear of my latest cooking exploits! *drum roll*...........I microwaved a chicken pot pie! I know, I'm in tears. But honestly, I am a pretty good cook, not to blow my own horn. But I haven't felt the drive to do anything about it. So...yes, that's all I have for tonight. See you later!

*gasp* I have a subscriber! And it's someone I don't know! (And a side note about Twilight. *vomits*)

     Oh my giddy aunt! I have a frakking subscriber! I'm fairly new to the blogging scene, so this is good for me. It's a little ego boost. So to speak...Anyways, I'm not that great at updating am I? Well, maybe because I have nothing to blog about. Well, I do, but there are too many things I'd like to write about. So if any of my few visitors happen to have an idea, that would be very helpful.


On another note...
     I hate Twilight. It is a sick, childish excuse for a book. (Notice I didn't say literature. Ha.)  What the heck is up with Edward?! That psychopath is an abusive boyfriend who sneaks into Bella's room and just sits there...Watching her...And she likes it! And this sparkle business? No, not happening. Vampires BURN in the sun. They DIE. I was shanghaied into watching the first movie and when Buttface (Edward) walked into the sunlight and said, "This is me, a killer!"(Or something to that effect), I was torn betwixt two reactions. Do I laugh until I vomit up a kidney? Or do I throw my Robert Downey Jr. Dr. Pepper at the screen? You tell me, dear reader. You tell me.

     My friends and I decided to try reading the book with the help of a red pen to correct Ms. Meyer. I got to chapter three and lost interest and had already called Bella several names. I kept a running count. It was like...fifteen. And the actors? Not that attractive. Jiraiya, the fifty-year-old pervert from Naruto is hotter than Taylor and Robert COMBINED.

     Let's get one thing straight: vampires cannot love mortals. As much as we may want that to be, and as much as the various romance novelists would like to have us believe, it won't happen. Mortals/Humans are food. Maybe the occasional plaything. They view us as a big pile of fail. Yes, they were once humans, but vampires are arrogant beings. So there you go. Signing off.

If I Ruled the Fashion World

     Ahhh the fashion world. A volatile place that changes too quickly. I wish we could go back to the days of Victorian elegance. Frock coats, bustles, huge skirts...Yes, no more itty bitty short shorts, no more baggy pants. *sighs happily* I wish...That is all.

First time. Whoa.

     Salutations, my (non-existent) readers! How are you? Oh come, come, don't be so shy! What's that you say? You can't speak to me through a computer screen? Funny, those voices must be back again...*shakes head vigorously* Anyhoo, the first subject I'd like to address is this horrid list handed out by Saint Mary's Catholic Church. I've heard it's a hoax, but in the process of analyzing this, I can clear up some misconceptions about the sub-culture of Goth:

* This was handed out to parents by a church *

Is Your Child a Goth? Presented by St. Mary's Church

Listed below are some warning signs to indicate if your child may have gone astray from the Lord. Gothic (or goth) is a very obscure and often dangerous culture that
young teenagers are prone to participating in. The gothic culture leads young, susceptible minds into an imagined world of evil, darkness, and violence. Please seek immediate attention through counseling, prayer,
and parental guidance to rid your child of Satan's temptations if five or more of the following are applicable to your child.

-Frequently wears black clothing.

-Wears band and/or rock t-shirts.

-Wears excessive black eye makeup,lipstick or nail polish.

-Wears any odd silver jewelry or symbols.

-Shows an interest in piercings or tattoos.

-Listens to gothic or any other anti-social genres of music. (Marilyn Manson claims to be the anti-Christ, and publicly speaks against the Lord. Please discard any such albums IMMEDIATELY.)

-Associates with other people that dress, act or speak eccentrically.

-Shows a declining interest in wholesome activities, such as: the Bible, prayer, church or sports.

-Shows an increasing interest in death, vampires, magic, the occult, witchcraft or anything else that involves Satan.

-Takes drugs.

-Drinks alcohol.

-Is suicidal and/or depressed.

-Cuts, burns or partakes in any other method of self-mutilation.(This is a Satanic ritual that uses pain to detract from the light of God and His love. Please seek immediate attention for this at your local mental health center.)

-Complains of boredom.

-Sleeps too excessively or too little.

-Is excessively awake during the night.

-Demands an unusual amount of privacy.

-Spends large amounts of time alone.

-Requests time alone and quietness. (This is so that your chid may speak to evil sprits through meditation.)

-Insists on spending time with friends while unaccompanied by an adult.

-Disregards authority figures; teachers, priests, nuns and elders are but a few examples of this.

-Misbehaves at school.

-Misbehaves at home.

-Eats excessively or too little

-Eats goth-related foods. Count Dracula cereal is an example of this.

-Drinks blood or expresses an interest in drinking blood. (Vampires believe this is how to attain Satan. This act is very dangerous and should be stopped immediately.)

-Watches cable television or any other corrupted media sources. (Ask your local church for proper programs that your child may watch.)

-Plays videos games that contains violence or role-playing nature.

-Uses the internet excessively and frequently makes time for the computer.

-Makes Satanic symbols and/or violently shakes head to music.

-Dances to music in a provocative or sexual manner.

-Expresses an interest in sex.

-Masturbates.

-Is homosexual and/or bisexual.

-Pursues dangerous cult religions. Such include: Satanism,
Scientology, Philosophy, Paganism, Wicca, Hinduism and Buddhism.

-Wears pins, stickers or anything else that contains these various phrases: "I'm so gothic, I'm dead", "woe is me", "I'm a goth".

-Claims to be a goth.

If five or more of these apply to your child, please intervene immediately. The gothic culture is dangerous and Satan thrives within it. If any of these problems persist, enlist your child into your local mental health center.

~St. Mary's Catholic Church


...Are you kidding me? Are you..."I'm so gothic, I'm dead"? Yeah, I'd be dead too if I was 400 years old! And what is this about excessive eye make up? *wipes of eyelids* Nothing of the sort! And now I'm off to go lay down in my coffin. More later.