Easily Distracted

From: baby-order <sana@babyssb.co.jp>

Dear Suzanne

Thank you for your reservation.

We have accepted your reservation for the item following below.

Please check the attached list for detail.

Product code:105P217

Product name:Vampire Requiem corset jumper skirt

Color/Size:Black

Quantity:1

Price:26040yen

This item will be in stock in November.

The shipment will be by EMS and you will receive the goods in about a week
after shipment.


I would like to thank Baby for destroying my nerves, Matt for letting me destory his f5 key for half an hour, Jesus for keeping me off the drugs, and- "HEY SUZ I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU AND IMMA LET YOU FINISH, BUT ANGELIC PRETTY HAS SOME OF THE BEST RESERVATION DRAMAS OF ALL TIME!"

I didn't get online soon enough to reserve the Vampire Requiem print. I think I may have terrified Matt after I got an SMS from Kylie saying that it had gone on sale and promptly started yelling at his computer to load faster.



*sigh* I've never sat up late waiting for a dress to go on reserve, frantically hitting f5 and hoping to get in before everyone else crashes the website. It's probably not healthy to be so upset about losing out on obtaining a material possession, but still... I'm really freaking upset ;_; Last night I dreamed about owning it. That's not a good sign. I know there's always auctions, but I'm sure the price will go up something crazy for this little gem.

I guess it's not often that I want a dress so desperately, and with it's crosses, long bodice and darling pattern... dream dress, much?

I am depressed over an article of clothing. All is lost.

D'aaaaaw moment of the week: Your kiss is interrupted when the TV show in the background mentions Keith Olbermann and you both look up at the same time.

Last night Matt and I went up to Mt. Coot-tha and looked down on the town both metaphorically and literally. Brisbane's so pretty when you can only see the bright lights of the ferris wheel and Stefan's searchlight- you can almost imagine that it's a bustling city full of life and opportunities.

On Saturday I hauled myself out of bed bright and early to go to the lolita cupcake meet which was fun. West End is the shiz, yo. Once again it ended up being Jess, Kylie, Caitlin and I sitting around after everyone had gone, which resulted in popping open two bottles of cheap wine and wandering around some of the less Christian parts of Elizabeth street. Walking past blue collar pubs on a Saturday night is extra fun when you're wearing several petticoats, amirite?

Last night I had a nightmare that I got a 6 for my Creative Writing assignment. This from someone with a GPA of 5.25 -_-;

Actually, said delusions were probably a result of inhaling too much sugar with vrrrrt last night. In a desperate bid to escape the West End hippies residing in the local vegetarian restaurant, we chillaxed for a while at Three Monkeys and chewed on delicious cake while black cats crossed our paths. It was freaking freezing, but Catlin had a kickass coat that looked like something a VK star would wear (I hope that's a compliment >_>). I on the other hand was stuck with a $20 jacket from Stafford City. Oh how I wants a nice fuffy coat that doesn't cost 60, 000 yen D:

Bodyline.

Does anyone want stuff? I know Andrea tried to organise a group order the other week but it failed due to their insane postage costs. If anyone wants in it'll probably be around $25 each to ship to Brisvegas (add a few bucks for people in southern states). Still cheaper than ordering one dress and paying $55 to get it here >_>

Comment here if interested. (Doing it here instead of on the main comm due to... well, laziness really.)

Preview:



( WHERE DA HOOD AT? )

Awshum meet was awshum. I still want to go to the Pancake Manor at 3am sometime and torture the tired staff on minimum wage. "I'll have the chocolate pancakes, but can you not put chocolate in them? Also, this ice cream is too cold."

LOOK AT THIS DRESS.



LOOK AT IT. There is one blindingly obvious problem with this bustley little creation and that is the fact that I DON'T HAVE IT ;_; It'd be like $500 to import and I'm being all good and not dipping into my travelling monies. Ugh. What are the chances it'll pop up for 9000 yen on a dodgy second hand/auction site anytime soon? :(

So last Wednesday I ventured into the city during my delightful five hour gap. My quest? Clothes.

Ah, but not just any clothes. I was looking for something that conveyed a sense of professionalism, something that a naive little journalism student could wear to an industry night without being scoffed at by old men who work at the Kingaroy Agricultural Bi-annual Report... something normal. As someone who has worn nothing but conspicuous black outfits for the past ten years, this shopping quest had been something that had chewed on my nerves for quite some time. I don't have that self-indulgent "LOOKIT ME, I ARE UNIQUE WIDDLE SNOFLAKE!" attitude that many faggots like to flaunt when they're in alternative wears, but I did find myself coming mentally repeating such words as "normal" and "mainstream" as I browsed through the clothing racks.

Lolita has spoiled me- I went straight for expensive brands like David Jones, Witchery and Country Road. For the most part, I was completely ignored by the salesclerks. I don't know if it was because of my frilly black outfit or the jelly rolls said outfit concealed. Probably both. A lot of the evening wear was satiny and covered in seaquins, many with tags saying something like "These gowns are hand embroided. Sequins tend to come off when washed. This is normal. Please use the repair kit attached." Yes- you pay $450 for a dress that is made to fall apart. I tried not to wrinkle my nose. There were a lot of empire waisted dresses which looked like tents and slinky little numbers with too many beads sewed on. Bottle-blonde girls were holding skimpy halter necks against their tiny frames and trying to decide if the un-hemmed, un-flattering, sack-like pile of material was worth two pay cheques.

In the end there were only a couple of outfits I was okay with- a standard black dress from Witchery with a belt and frilly collar, and a dusty pink (!) blouse from DJ's with long sleeves and a nice high neck made out of transparent material. However, given that they were around $200 and $450 respectively, I couldn't really justify spending my hard earned government money on items that I deemed to be the least awful clothes I came across.

Now, I don't doubt that these are quality brand name garments that deserve respect- after all, they cost so much for a reason. Many of them would no doubt look great on other people and I'm sure that they have an inner beauty that I just can't see. But honestly, I had a hard time wrapping my head around how people could invest so much cash in outfits that had no personality whatsoever. I'd be happier throwing $50 at a Target cashier and walking away with some douchey cocktail dress that, to me, looked exactly the same as what I'd seen in DJ's. Fashion trends make sure that every shop sells outfits that look the same and it's very annoying.

So here I am minus any big brand shopping bags and oggling various alternative fashion websites. I have no idea what I'm going to do for the journalism club's upcoming cocktail party, but at least I'm spending my cash on clothes that I love rather than some kind of uncreative cosplay. Unemployment line, here I come!

Slowly nursing myself back to sanity. Last night I was so anxious I felt like I was going to throw up -_-; My heart's still a bit racey.

Being the genius that I am, I've managed to schedule my first coversation class at Uni to coincide with my final Japanese exam. I'm hoping that I can finish a 2 hour exam in 90 minutes so I can rush out of there and be all punctual-like. Also, like everyone else in this recession-bound world, I'm having trouble finding a second job that ties in with my studies. The problem is that I need to keep my weekends free because that's the only time I really get to study, something that's virtually impossible if you're applying for casual positions. I've been looking at night work but there's very few things on offer. The only suitable position I've found - that spirit-crushing vocation known as data-entry - is miles away on the outskirts of Brisbane (if infact it is in Brisbane... maybe closer to Logan).

Money towards X-Japan concert in NY so far: $1000 once Jetstar refund me from that ill-fated Japan trip. That's enough to get me to NY but not back. I'm wondering if that's a bad thing.

Ugh, still feeling sick and on edge... however, I am somewhat brightened up by the fact that the shopping service Jess and I are going through has *finally* managed to track down this JSK for me! I suppose this will have to be my last major purchase if I want to be jetsetting to the northern hemisphere again. I can't believe it's been almost a year since I ventured over to Japan for that beautiful concert that saw me fulfilling a dream and dropping out of Uni. Oh, I miss it so badly... I want to be back in Shinjuku drinking $6 cups of tea and wandering up to the top floors of Marui One to drop a few hundred. Dammit, I've just realised how much I crave hot cans of sickly sweet vending machine-fresh tea >_>



Mmm'yep.

Some photos from yesterday.



( !MOAR! )