Frank Gehry

Frank Gehry scarf
Last seen: Some christmas many years ago

Look at how warm it is for winter!

My parents gave me this scarf a few years ago, when I either just started architecture or had just set my mind on architecture. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't know/care who Gehry was at this point and it seemed kind of a lame thing to get at christmas. It's really funny to me, to see how much I've changed since starting college. Never in a million years did I expect to have this architecture thing take over my life, that I'd make & lose friends based on how much people enjoy/can tolerate it, and that I'd actually want to drive across America to see "just a house".

Mid-Evening Nap

Lately I've been spending a lot of time asleep.

Frumpants

Frumpy corduroy pants ($Free!)
Last seen: In my crafts to-do basket

Try real hard not to look at my face, It's like 3AM and I'm super tired.

I got these pants from my aunt, who got them from a lady she used to work for. They fit nicely in the waist but I never wore them because I'm all outta proportion the legs were all loose and baggy, especially around the knees. Everything I tried to pair them with just looked lumpy and awful, so they sat in the back of my closet for over a year while I told myself I'd take them in someday and turn the legs into skinny cigarette legs.

AND TODAY I DID! I can finally cross them off of my long list of things to sew. It took about half an hour and was ridiculously easy, except for the part where I had to make the legs matching widths. I probably won't wear them with that boy shirt and what I call "Ke$ha Hair", which is what it looks like when I sleep on it wet and it dries wrinkled like that. But it's appropriate for today, because it's lazy sunday and all I did was go to Wal-Mart anyway. I was kind of hoping I could pass it off as that whole effortlessly sloppy chic thing, but looking at the picture, nope.

JUST LOOK AT HOW CAREFREE I AM IN MY NEW PANTS.

On a side note, I was at a peak of productivity for everything other than school today. I sewed another thing, cleaned my living room and organized my shoes and painted my door.

Closet Check

I have a habit of buying clothes and never wearing them. I do this because:

1. It's on sale and too good a deal to pass up
2. It almost fits and someday I'll work out enough for it to fit
3. It almost fits and someday I'll alter or fix it so it does
4. It's so wacky & unique I've gotta have it

For whatever reasons above, my closet's full of stuff I never wear and probably never will. Every day I wake up and stare into the abyss that is my closet, and every day I think I don't know what to wear, even though there's like 500 possibilities right in front of me.

*This is "empty closet", which consists of the things I hardly ever wear, because the things I do wear are all dirty and all on my bedroom floor.

I made a new years resolution to wear everything in my closet at least once before deciding whether to keep it or give it away, and it's been interesting so far, to say the least. I have/had really weird taste in things. I'm gonna try keeping a blog about it, but no promises.

I typed this with my one good hand.

I'm probably the last of my friends to have broken a bone. I know this, because every time we play "Never Have I Ever", I get all those suckers out with "Never have I ever been to Mexico", and "Never have I ever broken a bone".

I'm probably being a baby about it, but this shit seriously hurts! It's the middle finger, so it kind of wants to move every time the neighboring fingers do. It's kind of ruining my whole left hand. I'm incredibly lucky that when I fell I landed on my left hand, because now I can at least do things like write and hold a fork. It's put a bit of a strain on my everyday life though; mundane little things are suddenly taking a long and tedious time to do. Things like, buttoning jeans, tying shoes, and putting my hair up. I can't even cut meat anymore, because that's too complex of a task- It's a two handed task.

EDIT: It's been three weeks today since my finger broke. I am in a new splint, called a "stack splint" and am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I'll never be a hand model, never get to bend this joint again, and never learn to play the guitar (although I could theoretically play lefty guitars). It's kind of shit because I'll also never get to know how exactly it even happened, but like I said, I'm slowly coming to terms with it. For now though, I'm icing it all day every day praying to every god I know of hoping life will go back to normal soon.