I went to my girlfriend's art opening last night. It was really nice. I gave her distance though so that she could talk to everyone about her art and I would just be there for moral support. I talked to some of the art grad students and some of the women that my girlfriend works with (the gallery is at a frame store which is where my girlfriend works) and it was a lot of fun. But my feet were starting to hurt because I was wearing 3-4 inch heels, like usual, because I'm short and I like to over compensate (pretend that had been one word).

One of the grad students came back to our apartment and we looked at my drawings and I got a little critique. Erin asked me this morning if I minded that Alan (the grad) had critiqued me because she said that she wouldn't have been that enthused if she'd just shown some work casually in her own home, but I used to go to a figure drawing session with him and I often asked his opinion so I didn't mind at all the critique. Also, I think that maybe just that short talk with him may have been more helpful than my drawing class this semester has been because my teacher employs absentee teaching, which has worked very well up until recently. He's been telling me that I've achieved the idea of representation and really start to push myself and I think he's disappointed that I'm not moving into that so willingly, but I need him to stand behind me and make me do it if he thinks I should because it's not so easy to just say to do it. It's difficult.

I was telling one of the women that Erin works with (who is an artist/illustrator and who paints on Converse Chucks which are really cool) --I was telling her about my Meryl Streep shirt and she was saying that I should send one to Meryl. I hadn't ever thought about sending Meryl a shirt. I had thought of sending a drawing though.

Oh, my life is indeed very difficult. I have to make a sacrifice this upcoming semester.

I either have to sacrifice art class for a French class. Sacrifice a French minor to take an art class. Sacrifice drawing for painting. OR I can have a French minor AND an art class but I'd have to sacrifice having Fridays off and I'd have to take my French class in English.

I'm not really sure what I want to do... I haven't had a Friday class since I was a Freshman. But it would only be one class and it would only be an hour. But that's an hour and 20 minutes' commute for an hour long class. Or, I guess, it could be an hour and 20 minutes' commute for an hour long class and two hours of work.

Geez. I'm glad that I have a little bit of time to think about it.

Wow. It has been a really crazy roller coaster of a week. One week ago at this time I was a little less than halfway through an 8.5 hour roadtrip to go to an engagement luncheon for my girlfriend's brother and his fiancee. I had a really great weekend. I had hit it off with her grandparents and her grandfather complimented me on having a very firm handshake and I was very pleased because I take pride in having a "manly" handshake. I'm not limp fish and don't y'all forget it. Also I got along very well with her aunts. Particularly one who is a former French and ESL teacher and we talked about phonetics and other things that make my girlfriend roll her eyes (in a good way)

On the way back to our apartment we stopped at my parents' house and my mother told me that she was going to call and make an appointment for Dreams to be put down. I was very strong and brave and I didn't cry until I got home. And then my mother called me on Tuesday morning and told me that the appointment was for Thursday morning, so I told my teachers not to expect me for the rest of the week and I spent Tuesday night through Thursday afternoon at home with my baby. I was extremely strong and I just spent good quality time with him. I didn't want to think of it as spending his last day with him, I wanted it to be spending a Wednesday with him. And it was. It was good. I'm so glad that I was there.

I'm really sad of course, but I feel very much at peace with the decision so I'm doing all right, truly, which I think is surprising to a lot of people. I think that some people think that I'm deflecting or just in denial or something but I feel that it was really the right thing to do and he's out of pain and that's what's really important.

( picture of me with my baby under the cut )

I have the sweetest most loving girlfriend ever. I had a nauseating migraine when I woke up this morning and was kind of laid up so she got me a cold washcloth for my forehead, cuddled me until she had to go and she even made my lunch for me. I just feel so incredibly lucky and loved and completely head over heels in love. </mush>

As a thank you for all of that I'm going to make waffles while she's out on her run (I hope she goes for her run! She didn't this morning... it just won't be a surprise if she doesn't leave and come back! LOL)

Oh and for those of you who remember my post about the crisis I was having about maybe not being invited to the party/wedding it turns out I totally am. Like, her mother had called her and left her a message and said, "just calling to see if you and [Coco] are coming down for the luncheon so I know how many guests we have." So the party is one hurdle I'm over ;) her brother's girlfriend is extremely chic and so my plan is show up equally chic-ly and win her favor and so she can't possibly imagine my girlfriend coming to the wedding and not bringing me. (because her brother already knows about me, because he invited her down for Thanksgiving last year and she sucked it up and said "actually, I'm having Thanksgiving at my girlfriend's house, but thank you." <--very proud of her)

But yeah, I'm really good at getting along with everyone (partly because I'm a gemini, partly because I'm good at reading people, partly because I used to be a psych major) so I think that I'll be able to endear myself to the rest of my girlfriend's family.

Devil Wears Prada: The Graphic Novel (3/3)
i_heart_cuddy // Coco
rating pg/pg-13
pairing Miranda/Andy
disclaimer I do not own anything here. I don't own Miranda or Andy or the Devil Wears Prada in general. I make no money off of this, this is just for entertainment purposes.
summary a proposition. an affair. a love?

( part three of three )

Devil Wears Prada: The Graphic Novel (2/3)
i_heart_cuddy // Coco
rating pg/pg-13
pairing Miranda/Andy
disclaimer I do not own anything here. I don't own Miranda or Andy or the Devil Wears Prada in general. I make no money off of this, this is just for entertainment purposes.
summary a proposition. an affair. a love?

( part two of three )

Devil Wears Prada: The Graphic Novel (1/3)
i_heart_cuddy // Coco
rating pg/pg-13
pairing Miranda/Andy
disclaimer I do not own anything here. I don't own Miranda or Andy or the Devil Wears Prada in general. I make no money off of this, this is just for entertainment purposes.
summary a proposition. an affair. a love?

( part one of three )

♥

My landlord is fail.

My girlfriend and I moved into the new apartment on Sunday, August 30th and the landlord knew there were two of us and he only brought us one set of keys. He said that our apartment door key is duplicatable but he was going to change the locks so obviously it would be pointless to copy them right now. And the key to the front door is not duplicatable. He said he would bring me a key to the front door, bring us a copy of the lease agreement and change the locks at 5o'clock on MONDAY the 31st. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday went by without any sign of him. I called on Friday and left a really passive aggressive message (BECAUSE HE NEVER ACTUALLY PICKS UP HIS PHONE) and he called my girlfriend back because he can't figure out whose phone is whose... which was good because I would have gotten angry at him and he was apparently all defensive like "I TRIED all week and couldn't make it." What the fuck does that mean? He clearly didn't try very hard. It is his fucking job. He is a landlord, he doesn't have a 9 to 5 job and also landlords, he IS A LANDLORD, that is his job. But anyway, he told my girlfriend that he would bring it that evening, on Friday, and just slip it under the door if we weren't there. It is now Sunday. We can scarcely do anything without the other because of the key situation which isn't bad because... I love her and stuff, but during the day when I'm at school she has the key and she has to be there when I get home, it's just inconvenient. And we can't get library cards because of not having a copy of the lease agreement.

I am really pissed.

Also, I don't have internet in my apartment. Nor did I bring my DVDs and VCR. But our apartment is otherwise completely and totally awesome and I will def post pictures later! (Later, like tomorrow because I don't have internet... maybe later today though)

Because I make a playlist for every fic I write to help inspire me while I write. Here's the one that goes to Slow Dancing in a Burning Room, hope you like it! School has started so I have less time than I did during the summer and also I just moved into a new apartment and we do not have internet access yet so I haven't really had much opportunity to work on my fic. Here's a peace offering. Chapter four WILL be up this weekend for sure. Cross my heart ♥

( ficmix )


♥♥♥Coco

Bonjour Mes Amies!

I am sadly and pitifully without internet at my new apartment. Those of you following Slow Dancing in a Burning Room have probably noticed that I've been a little absent. (or a lot absent...) I've been working on a couple of playlists for Mirandy. One of them is for Slow Dancing and the other one is an angsty sort of playlist. It's from both points of view and it's kind of like the stages of emotion after a break-up and they each blame the other one for the dissolution of the relationship until they reach a simultaneous but separate conclusion that breaking up was the wrong thing to do.

I've also had several new fic ideas.

• (not really new) Priestly's Piece of Paradise: (Miradonna) Donna invites Caroline, Cassidy, Andy, Emily and Nigel to cheer up a happy but bored Miranda whose once busy days are now spent lounging lazily by the clear Greek waters. Donna's plan sort of backfires as the island guests bring a lot more trouble to paradise than good cheer. - started, brainstormed, not writing yet because I don't know what the ending should be


• (not really new) Penance: (Mirandy) I've always wondered why there are so many stories in which Andy gets shot and why no one has ever tried to assassinate the reigning Queen of Mean. Well, I did. - already have some written but also on hold because I don't know how to end it.


• (not really new)Villa Miranda: (Miradonna) Donna breaks her leg and it becomes impossible for her to navigate her stair-heavy, multi-storey hotel. With Sophie and Skye gone off on an adventure Miranda is left to run the operation. Feeling that running a fashion magazine would give her ample experience for running a hotel, Miranda charges forward with undue confidence and finds herself a little over her head but unwilling to admit defeat.


• Driving Me Crazy: (Mirandy) Miranda asks Andy to help the girls practice driving. When Andy inquires why Miranda doesn't do it herself she admits that she doesn't have a license. Andy decides to take on the task of teaching her lover a new skill but Miranda clings fast and hard to the old dog/new tricks cliché. How could the acquisition of a flimsy piece of plastic possibly put so much strain on a relationship? Miranda and Andy are about to find out.


• [Untitled So Far]: (Mirandy) A newly retired and soon to be empty nested Miranda was starting to drag through her days with boredom and general annoyance. Anxious to cheer her up and bring their little family closer together before the twins go off to college, Andy suggests a college visit roadtrip. Miranda is skeptical but agrees. Hilarity and chaos inevitably ensues.


• [Untitled So Far]: (Mirandy) untitled and also doesn't really have a clear plot, but I thought of a line when I was making my angst playlist: Miranda, wiping tears out of her eyes, spits out, "if your goal was to make me look like an old skirt chasing fool, congratulations. You did it."

Anyway, have to go. ♥ working on getting internets and tomorrow is my day off so I'll probably hunker down in the coffee shop with my computer and do some much needed writing if I don't have to run errands (which is a possibility...)

http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/9907/foamhenge.jpg

stolen from lilchaz

YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 28 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never really clicked, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my flist, so let me know with whom I'm friends!

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song or Album:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favorite memory of us?
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

http://www.logoonline.com/video/misc/183296/the-science-of-love.jhtml?id=1585641 An indie short about hot lesbian nerds? Yes.

Because I make a playlist for every fic I write to help inspire me while I write. Here's the one that goes to The Proposal, hope you like it!

( ficmix )


♥♥♥Coco

I think I have to bite the bullet and go up another bra cup size. What the fuck, d cup? I'm probably like a C and a half but it's just getting ridiculous, none of my bras fit me very well and it's really obnoxious.

In other, but still clothing related, news! I made a Meryl Streep stencil to make a shirt so I can be really geeky and wear a Streep Tee when I go to Julie & Julia.

( Stencil under the cut )


When I actually make the shirt I'll post it, but I'm putting it off a little bit because I have a shitton of things to do before August 4th so I'll probably do it after. But before the seventh, obviously, because I want to go the day it opens to contribute to the opening weekend statistics.

I foresee really good things for Julie & Julia because Meryl Streep and Amy Adams are really great actresses and even though they're technically not acting together their onscreen presenses are still intertwined and I think that will be awesome. Also, I think it's got a lot of appeal to a lot of different demographics.

My film studies friends may disagree with me ;) but I'm psyched anyway!

Some might ask why the gratutious picture of Cuddy's lucious ass? While others might ask why are all of my posts not enhanced with pictures of Cuddy's ass? The answers, in reverse order, are that would be too image heavy and my poor little lj couldn't handle the stress and because I have acquisitioned myself my own little pair of Cuddy underpants. Mine are thongier but they're basically the same. I'm psyched.

Two Stacy/Cuddy manips under the cut!

( <3 )