For the school I'll be going to in the fall, I requested these apartments. They have washer and dryers in each suite, and I wouldn't have to have quite as many roomates. I've been placed on the waiting list, but I qualify for the complex. The other apartment complexes aren't bad either, but THESE are better suited for me. I just know it.
Line-cutter decided to sit behind me on the train for some reason. Have no idea what's up with that, cause she NEVER sits on this section of the train. Maybe she's plotting my demise.
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If you click on the picture, it will take you to the CNN article.
Today I was on Twitter, and an article about this young woman was tweeted. Her name is Eva Markvoot, and for four years, she blogged about her life with cystic fibrosis. With cystic fibrosis being an incurable disease, her blog focused on the limited time she knew she had left. At only 25 (a year older than me), she died, but only after being an encouragement and friend to the many people across the world that read her detailed blog.
Sometimes I worry myself with how numb I am in some situations. When you've been through so many things, it's difficult to REALLY feel for others. I, however, found this article heart-wrenching, and had to hold back tears as I read it. Having a loved-one die is painful enough, but actually watching them die... I can't even put into words what that's like. Through this experience, she was able to touch so many people at the hands of the magical world of the internet. I pray that one day I can encourage and influence others in a positive way.
The theme for the show was "Reflections", so it left a lot of room for creativity and over-the-top designs. The first designer to have her collection shown wanted it to be a reflection of Native American, Turkish, and another culture I can't remember... she sent her models out in the skimpy jumpsuits with huge chunks of fabric cut out. It almost had a savage feel, and I probably would have been offended if I was of an ethnicity the she was trying to portray. She was my absolute least favorite one in terms of creativity. I'm not opposed to seeing skin, but it has to make sense. Her collection just looked LAZY, and it's not surprising that she had the most pieces. Just because you go to a big-name art school does not make EVERYTHING you do art. Hot mess, girlfriend.
I didn't particularly care for the next designer either, but his collection took so much patience and dedication! Everything was crocheted, and he did have one jumpsuit that was AMAZING. He also had a jumpsuit that he should have been shot for. He put this poor probably 300lb guy in a full body crocheted monstrosity... and I laughed hysterically as soon as he came out on the runway. I tried SOOOO hard to fight it, but I laughed to the point of tears. Pretty sure the designer hated that model.
Some very beautiful pieces were created as well. The show coordinator was also a designer, and her collection focused on using textiles and clothing typically used for men's clothing (wool business suits), and formatting it so that it worked with the female body. It was beautifully done, she had the best models, and the best choreography. Guess there's a reason why she was the coordinator, ay?! She was also the only one to de a ready-to-wear collection.
From an artistic point of view, my absolute FAVORITE was a reflection of dreams. The collection was CRAZY, but beautiful. It was the only one where everyone went "ooohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh" to every piece. This collection was so awesome that I can't even really explain what I saw.