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To log into this blogspot-- I had to recover my password to my hacked yahoo and forgotten gmail accounts. And it got me reading all these old emails from suitors and funny things like that. Geez, what a flirt I was. Thank god I'm not there anymore... handling one man is enough &lt;s&gt;trouble&lt;/s&gt;joy. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of those boys are seriously pieces of work. So glad I kept to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life as I know it is so far so great. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And before I forget two days ago, sometime around 1:30 my roommates and I were talking about random things and I felt really happy. So I'll just write it there, just in case I forget.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, Eddie and I are heading down to Los Angeles-- yet again for another convention. Half done as usual. Wigs haven't come in yet. *sadsadface* And yet its all so exciting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, Eddie went to get me some juice-- and only after finishing it did we realize it was expired. And as for now, as I sit in this office at work-- watching the smoke clouds drift into the valley from a fire in Carmel, along with my ankle which has started hurting so much that I am limping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As for now, happy new year everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8579449845140116562-2802667927403391801?l=camilliette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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BUT! I think I'll be more around town. :) I moved in with Eddie in Salinas. Its a quiet, kinda, sorta place. And I'm poor, but I want to move, and its cold here. But nonetheless, life here is really nice. I have enough friends to keep me company. I have Eddie, who is always lovely. And I found a job, which is probably what cemented my move here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Currently, I am at the office in Carmel. And since everyone is away and I am left here to man the station, I have basically found myself with a good amount of time to go back and restart all my internet networks I have completely been neglecting. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides that, I really want to get back into the swing of making art and cutting paper. I really want to start making things to sell for the holidays-- but those are always such a bust, unless I'm completely in the mood to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I guess I'll try to dump some photos here while I'm at it :) Thanks for reading and things...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/TKzIZuspiNI/AAAAAAAAD4M/YwiRQWdHYEs/s1600/IMG_0254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/TKzIZuspiNI/AAAAAAAAD4M/YwiRQWdHYEs/s320/IMG_0254.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i have an endless amount of fish photos... to tell you the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/TKzIlJql4uI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/Xgha6BmPIMg/s1600/IMG_0276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/TKzIlJql4uI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/Xgha6BmPIMg/s320/IMG_0276.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is iris. we are at the park. we just played baseball for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/TKzIqrjS5eI/AAAAAAAAD4U/RhsRmg1B6b4/s1600/IMG_0155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/TKzIqrjS5eI/AAAAAAAAD4U/RhsRmg1B6b4/s320/IMG_0155.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is the clam chowder-ramen-deviled-eggs combo made by eddie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/TKzHT6Gn0RI/AAAAAAAAD4I/RV4geQhDz1w/s1600/IMG_0153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/TKzHT6Gn0RI/AAAAAAAAD4I/RV4geQhDz1w/s320/IMG_0153.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and this is eddie. who i beat at chess that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was Lotus Festival. Eddie and I woke up and got ready for church, which we later ended up ditching for some Roast Beef sandwiches. *u* Sorry... I've been neglecting church for a while, which doesn't mean I've lost my heart for the spiritual, I've just sort of lost it for ritual.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, besides that, "we went to church"&amp;nbsp; and then escorted my grandmother to do various errands. After taking her home, we go to the 99cents store for some random items and then head back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I start to get ready for the Lotus Festival and Eddie rests a little because hes not feeling too good.&amp;nbsp; Yu calls and says she can't come early with us. Vivian says shes not feeling good. And Jimmy calls to say he wants to go! So we wait for Jimmy and then head out.&lt;br /&gt;
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We&amp;nbsp; get to Echo Park and begin our journey to find the free ticket for food. Sam's BBQ. I ended up eating just a little and buying horchata which soon got inhabited by a dragonfly. D:&lt;br /&gt;
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Next I run back to the stage to get ready to dance. This will be the last time I see my teacher this year. She's moving back to Thailand for a teaching gig there and wont be returning till next year. :( So this might be the last time we'll be dancing together for a while. Despite that we did a pretty good run and had a blast as usual. I'll miss everyone and her. Its always so great to see everyone. Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jimmy, Eddie, and I then head out to Little Tokyo (again) and find some dango. We search for some anime store and figure that they are all closed. Afterwards we go back to my house and just chill and talk about future cosplays. We settled on a couple and vowed to try and keep ourselves from changing the plans. Hahahaha we'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway that was my day. Now Eddie and I are just on the computer... again. I'm hungry and have been sneezing while writing this whole entry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up at around 8 and got Eddie out of bed at around 11. :) We ate with my family before heading out for my Thai dance practice. Eddie hasn't been feeling so well lately, so we've been really chill lately. Which is good because anymore not chill and I really would end up spending I don't know how much on food that is soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, today was Thai dance practice so I headed over to Waewdao's place. Got there 30 minutes late because of my stupid GPS. D: Despite that, the reunion between friends was great as usual. Eddie had to stay in the car because he wanted to lie down... so I came to visit him every now and then with some chocolates and water. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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We're dancing at the Lotus Festival tomorrow! So incase anyone wants to come or something... I dunno, I think its gonna be pretty fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides that, Eddie and I went to try and get money for my Japanese book but the store was closed. D: So we headed down to Sawtelle in attempts to buy some purin... BUT, there was none. However the day was saved because we ran into my bestfriend Vivian. :) She was working at Giant Robot and was having some trouble with the credit card machine. Her boss looks kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to Nijiya market (where we discovered there was no purin left) but decided to buy dango and takoyaki instead (eddie's favorite dishes). WAHH it was soooo good. I love takoyaki. *u*Ughhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Afterwards, we called it a day, said bye to Vivian, decided that the source of his sickness was the fact that we'd been watching anime and live action dramas for the past 3 days straight. So we vowed not to use the computer until tomorrow. However, Eddie has fallen into a deep sleep, and I have obviously broken that vow. D:&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh well. :) I think I shall start writing in here more. :) Maybe adding pictures as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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*continues to day dream* Yeah-- I just want to start playing again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today and yesterday, I did nothing at all. Though I guess observing the world can be somewhat productive in a not so short term way. I visited my grandma's house and stole a number of her clothes for myself. Then I went to UCLA to buy some paint, only to find that I left my bruin card at home. So I just decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really need to get a better camera. :\ Or learn how to use one properly. :}&lt;br /&gt;
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Till then, these posts will be colorless as they are. So I will leave you with unrelated photos from this quarter.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my first Gatchaman costume of the quarter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the next was my first visit to Bergamont Station. Which I all advise everyone to check out one day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel like I haven't taken my scarf off in a couple of days. Lol. ^ ^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, I've been exceedingly lazy and bummish. :) But I guess it can't be helped, after a quarter of doom, I think this lazing around is necessary for balance. Unfortunately, I'm stuck working on puppets tonight. :P Tomorrow I have to go to Leslie's house and work on our show... ;_;' So, I really ought to get cracking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's only 6 days till Christmas. :( I don't think that's right at all. I still feel like it should be in a week or two. Either way, I'm screwed for Christmas greetings and presents. :( I really wanted to make Christmas presents for everyone. But I don't think I'll get to it. Hopefully a card or two... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan is... New Year's presents! :D Or Spring presents! Or just a really really belated Christmas present! :D It's never too late to give presents... Even if it's November..? Maybe... Ahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking about Christmas cards and presents, today I got two of them!  I received one in the mail from someone really unexpected! It was one of the photographers I met at a convention. I barely knew him because I thought he was more into the cosplayer I was cosplaying with at the time. In fact, I thought he didn't even recognize me or remember me from the shoot, let alone know my address! Either way, it really made me smile. I was starting to feel like a lot of the cosplayers I knew were apart of a circle that I could never be apart of. But this small gesture, really meant a lot to me. I really want to give him a Christmas card back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, someone gave me a subscription to ACP. It was another one of my photographer friends that I met around the same time. Now! I can upload more pictures and costumes. *u* (Wow. I sound like a freak T__T;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, I was really touched by both small gestures. T___T; It really made me want to keep making costumes. My passion for it has definitely been dwindling because I felt my reasons were wrong. I mean, I do make them for my own fun and leisure, but I mean, I don't really give it enough time and love. So, now I have a better reason. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that, the weather is just ridiculous. It got so cold lately!? I just have no idea how that happened. - -; It seriously feels like snow is about to come any second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*prays for snow* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Christmas everyone. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8579449845140116562-4446491502123397555?l=camilliette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It isn't because I don't like working for them, it isn't that I don't like to help out others because I really do!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly just don't like disappointing people. :( I don't like it when I can't meet deadlines. And I don't like it when they're not happy. Blarrg! I just can't take it! I am seriously itching to get working on my own projects... and I can't even start it until I get through with the one's I've fallen into. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, it really isn't the other party's fault. I really shouldn't have accepted to help them in the first place. But they asked for my help... But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT could they give me some slack? I've basically spent the last several days working on one project after the other... Since Wednesday, I've managed to pull 4 all nighters, and I'm probably going to pull one tonight as well for tomorrow's final. Gahhhh, I hate this complaining I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to say, "I'm just a student" because that's putting limits... but REALLY, I don't want to go to sleep at 7 am making lists about things I have to do the next day, I want to wake up and and freak out that I'm 30 minutes behind schedule. I want to EAT breakfast and enjoy the dinosaurs in my oatmeal! I want my TEA to actually SEEP! I want to lounge in my pajamas instead of head straight out the door. I want to take cat naps that don't replace my night sleep. I want to MAKE puppets for FUN and not feel horrible while doing it. I want to see my friends. I want to have fun. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry if my priorities were jumbled by the thoughts of this quarter ending. I just can't wait to get out of here. Yesterday night, was horrible. :( I don't think I've ever pulled such a painful all nighter. T__T; Besides being so behind in making the porfolio, because it was large I had to work on the floor... BAH! I was basically on my knees for 24 hours. I seriously stood up... and fell over because my legs were so numb. Definitely, my brain cells are NOT regenerating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huuu... I want Christmas break to be fun and not consumed by this upcoming project that I just got lectured about... :( Huuuu.... I want to make Christmas presents. T___T;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. I better get crackin' on my final for tomorrow... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck everyone! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8579449845140116562-3581894387915140909?l=camilliette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mankind... you're cutting it close. Losing hope in your abilities, I am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, I read an article that I found on my friend's facebook regarding her friend who was murdered. :( It was really sad. She was stalked by some creeper and followed to her house where later he shut off the power to while her husband was at work, entered it, and attempted to handcuff her... She was able to barricade herself in a room with her one year old and 3 year old, called her husband, opened the window where the police were, dropped her children to them before he came in, completely handcuffed her and killed her. Wow. Depressing. Really people, what drives you to do such things... It makes me sad. It also makes me want to become a hermit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday was Pau Hana, my final for Tap Class. :) I was surprised by Yanna who gave me this ridiculously large and purple poster. Hu hu hu, I glad you could make it Yanna. *u* I hope it wasn't boring or anything. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Court, Jimmy, and co. couldn't make it... Sheesheek. *Karate CHOP* It's bah to listen to stories of the same excuse. Not that it really matters whether they came or not, but it irks me when the stories are different. Ahahaha.. - -;; My parent's took Vivian and I to Sushi Mura. *___* So great. I wanna go now. I'm so hungry. T__T; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Other then that... Today I worked on my doom of a project for Miss Irons. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsdv0kqgYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yV3_ZqXq0hA/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsdv0kqgYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yV3_ZqXq0hA/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276844095798149506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how it goes through the projector...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsdvkiXd3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zo8ub1wReZA/s1600-h/IMG_2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsdvkiXd3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zo8ub1wReZA/s320/IMG_2103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276844091493545842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsdvKYx4jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6PqZTgbBZOo/s1600-h/IMG_2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsdvKYx4jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6PqZTgbBZOo/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276844084474012210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsduicdetI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NFiQxd37WOk/s1600-h/IMG_2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsduicdetI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NFiQxd37WOk/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276844073752034002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsduSkjvnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jp-vznywz4E/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STsduSkjvnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jp-vznywz4E/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276844069491031666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post more pictures later... I'm sleep. T___T; Darn you homework that isn't for school. I still need to get cracking on my finals. :T Huuu... ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8579449845140116562-9151030434766708934?l=camilliette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here I am... procrastinating as usual. Huu... Well, I figured since I have a stomach ache... I'll take a break and write about what's going on. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow is the FAST application deadline. It's basically UCLA's annual fashion show in the spring. And though I know, I've never really dealt with 'fashion' and more costume,  I decided to give it a try anyway... I mean, its nice to know all fields of the this work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My line is cheesily named "From within my Pockets". Its basically items, places, or environments around me that I've brought to life. Cheese-tastic, I know, spare me. .__.;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here are the sketches I've decided to turn in. All together there are 6, but I'll show you 4. The other two aren't really my favorites, at least drawn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STOgerLRioI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YNJxMD4HeDg/s1600-h/huhuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STOgerLRioI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YNJxMD4HeDg/s320/huhuu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274736037427513986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;If my dining room came alive... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;{I don't understand why everythings underlined.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STOgel32ChI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5Ov9Pd_qJRo/s1600-h/huhu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STOgel32ChI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5Ov9Pd_qJRo/s320/huhu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274736036003842578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An old photograph...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STOgevwRKII/AAAAAAAAAFM/jb3sTujTjxU/s1600-h/hu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STOgevwRKII/AAAAAAAAAFM/jb3sTujTjxU/s320/hu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274736038656419970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, for this one I was inspired by the fact that my pockets are filled with sugar packets that I intend to refill my sugar jar with... but I don't. So whenever I wear a jacket... the pockets are normally always filled with sugar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, if she came alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STOgfBGx9-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/XzTtEbvWwmE/s320/huuu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274736043314247650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If my computer turned inside out and walked about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically that's it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I actually am really screwed. Tomorrow I have an appointment with my costume teacher to turn in half of my portfolio... however I have none of it done. Instead I am loitering around and am absolutely sleepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also have to paint some puppets, bah. And... finish the other half of the cut out... T___T; BUT! Luckily I got to spare myself some time!! ;3 It's not due tomorrow... it's due Sunday. *u*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway... procrastination time must end. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope everyone's having a great almost end of the quarter. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8579449845140116562-6799961675684131355?l=camilliette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't even want to upload pictures because I'm so lazy. GUH. Home makes me lazy. But I'd rather be here than in my for-some-reason-cold apartment. :( I just want worries to be over with. I just want to eat food and be fat and happy. I just want time to be my friend. Can't we just be friends already! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeez. I'm going crazy. Yesterday, I went clubbing. I actually don't normally go, but either way it was a great adventure again almost involving police and having my checking card swallowed by the atm machine.  Bah... It was still fun though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, in celebration for my mom's birthday, we all went to a cheap massage place in San Gabriel. Lol. OMG... the guy who massaged me really had no mercy. I think my back is broken. My rock of a back has been broken in. He had a kick out of my pants. My pants are the kinds that can zip off in two places so it can be long shorts or shorter than long shorts. So when I started unzipping the first level, my massager was amused. I think my sister's massager was too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decorated the Christmas tree today. :) I know its basically the same fake Christmas tree, with the same decorations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I absolutely love it. I love how epic it always looks and how Christmassy I feel after putting it up. I love that I can see it through the window when we pull into the drive way and how its always on. Bah, it's my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also took our annual Christmas photo for the Costco Christmas Card that we send to families and what not. It's so funny. I feel like its a contest between all our relatives. We all send out family christmas cards to each other with (for some reason) just the kids on it. For some reason, our Christmas card always makes Yanna (my sister) and me look like a couple with our son... T___T; Whatever. We still have better photos. Ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched part of the movie 'Keeping the Faith' with Ben Stiller and Edward Norton. Guh. I loved the line Brian says to Anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; in the confessional... "I'm the best version of myself when I'm with you." *dies* God, romantic comedies are just so darn great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... I've been procrastinating since Wednesday. :( I really need to get a move on my work... or I'll be in deep trouble. *Shudder* I can just feel it coming, the wave of horrible piles of stinky work. Huuu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all of your Thanksgivings were great. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Thanksgiving basically was composed of this. A candy apple making session at a sleepover at my grandma's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STJqINrzFcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ksMRR_mJDwo/s1600-h/DSC02742.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STJqINrzFcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ksMRR_mJDwo/s320/DSC02742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274394802949133762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why, yes! Hello there, I am Rosie the Riveter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STJqICgSHcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aCOh7R_xK_k/s1600-h/okayy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STJqICgSHcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aCOh7R_xK_k/s320/okayy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274394799948045762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is what our Christmas card is going to look like.... kinda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if you noticed. Christian's face was so wacky in the actual photo... so i cut out a face from another photo and placed it on top. o_o;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STJqHlrp03I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9dlxTEMiLbM/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STJqHlrp03I/AAAAAAAAAE0/9dlxTEMiLbM/s320/hahaha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274394792211108722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hu hu hu, Christmas is here. *u*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STJqHGYWwXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7S9Rd2StIb0/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/STJqHGYWwXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7S9Rd2StIb0/s320/haha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274394783808668018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad and Christian helped put up decorations. :3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8579449845140116562-1899196257046508902?l=camilliette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And... I really REALLY probably shouldn't be taking the time to post right now... because I've basically decided to make my ceramics project... christmas presents... and I want to give many people christmas presents. SO! I better get started. Lol. I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... here's the progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9Rjs9J1I/AAAAAAAAADE/D_Jt_FUKi0U/s1600-h/P1010104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9Rjs9J1I/AAAAAAAAADE/D_Jt_FUKi0U/s320/P1010104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164054385633106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Mr. Projector. :) He's sweet. But with my luck, during the performance rehearsal his bulb went out. Horray me! At least it wasn't at the actual one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9SFnqMBI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q6kyAl-5-sc/s1600-h/P1010108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9SFnqMBI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q6kyAl-5-sc/s320/P1010108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164063490224146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's a good 16 ft for you. Guh. a 16 ft x 10 in stencil... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought I'd make one of those. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9SOsLfeI/AAAAAAAAADU/NBUrBp4esDI/s1600-h/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9SOsLfeI/AAAAAAAAADU/NBUrBp4esDI/s320/P1010109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164065925103074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically... I sketched out the whole thing before I started cutting. It helps me know where I am... and what my goal is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This particular stencil involves dolls and birdcages and creepy things...  o_o;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9SbgvHmI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZerV72Yu2gw/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9SbgvHmI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZerV72Yu2gw/s320/P1010115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164069366767202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then you just robotically cut throughout the night, till your eyes start flashing and your brain melts. T__T; I want Turkey. I want home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9SlM5WhI/AAAAAAAAADk/IAABRGFbHO8/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp9SlM5WhI/AAAAAAAAADk/IAABRGFbHO8/s320/P1010116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164071967906322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually don't know what I'm cutting... But I just keep goin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93E_crKI/AAAAAAAAADs/fJzFqZqHGbw/s1600-h/P1010118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93E_crKI/AAAAAAAAADs/fJzFqZqHGbw/s320/P1010118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164698976726178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around this point, I think I started getting carpal tunnel. (sp?) My blunt blade was not being my friend. And the small table was my enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93ZIMemI/AAAAAAAAAD0/l_LsDJQomgw/s1600-h/P1010125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93ZIMemI/AAAAAAAAAD0/l_LsDJQomgw/s320/P1010125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164704382122594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93Rh3cNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wCmzIeyb3Us/s1600-h/P1010127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93Rh3cNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wCmzIeyb3Us/s320/P1010127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164702342312146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a happy note! We got this ghetto christmas tree! Its sooo darn sparkly. Man. It looks nothing like the picture.. The green leaves are soooo obviously fake. But how can you not love it. It's just calling for your love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93qZ-BjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/53Zb_rtU6LE/s1600-h/P1010128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93qZ-BjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/53Zb_rtU6LE/s320/P1010128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164709020075570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to the fashion district today. :) And these are the goodies I bought, which I should be assembling and organizing for tomorrow's class that I soooo definitely want to ditch. Ugh. But I won't because I don't like the class very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93jaPMbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/U4PWmyX-CRc/s1600-h/P1010131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp93jaPMbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/U4PWmyX-CRc/s320/P1010131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272164707142152626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the end of it... for now. I just ended it here because at 5 in the morning your brain really does stop working... and so do your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp-fLt5dqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JysVmhmvcFQ/s1600-h/P1010132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp-fLt5dqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JysVmhmvcFQ/s320/P1010132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272165387976930978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really liked how the birdcage came out. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp-fqGMjWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FmBLj0x4ulo/s1600-h/P1010138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp-fqGMjWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FmBLj0x4ulo/s320/P1010138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272165396131908962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the beginning as a shadow ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp-f_CTDxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_56LHt33Y/s1600-h/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSp-f_CTDxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K5_56LHt33Y/s320/P1010139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272165401752702738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She folds up pretty well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope I can convince the teacher... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other then that, today was very fun. I have proved to myself that I am the ultimate creeper! I not only single-handedly solved the mystery of a creeper trying to be mysterious on my Deviantart account, I figured out that I actually have met him in real life before.  {Lol. Real life.. hu hu hu}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone on DA was trying to play mysterious games with me by hiding his identity and image and saying that he sees me on campus {which just irked me... I mean, doesn't it scare you knowing that someone is watching you... but you don't know who?}. So through my ultimate creeper skills! By using only his obsessive love for jeans, his screenname, and his initials... I was able to find his photobucket which revealed his face, and pin him to a faceless image on facebook. Man... I'm a creeper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Either way... serves them right to try and sneak about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other then that, I am soooo screwed. As usual. Time to crank out those ceramics! My brain is already mushy. Huuu... I hunger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;} Title comes from: passiveaggressivenotes.com (top10) {&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8579449845140116562-4670207050268473608?l=camilliette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That's what it's called! They covered his room, filled shelves, and tables, in all different sizes. The other wall was just completely covered with books of all sorts. I spotted a tamagochi and a couple japanese toys amidst the display of treasures... and somewhere in the middle was his desk and computer, pilled with papers and completely enveloped with post-it notes that stuck to almost every part of this desk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! I'm in so much awe! He was such an amazingly cool teacher! How could I have not known?! It just astounds me how there exist magic rooms in these bleak buildings! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda a little down in the dumps though... :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, I headed off to the debut performance I costume designed for. She asked me to fix some minor details on her accessories and help her with her costumes and so I did. I had come with another teacher, so we picked up our tickets and sat down in the audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher says to me: "You don't have a bio, like last performance..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had noticed that... and usually I get at least a sentence, but really the only thing running in my mind was, "How come she didn't thank me in her statement?" I could see our friend the music designer and other collaborators... but I was a little sad that she didn't mention me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know. GOD, I know! That I should be happy enough with just my name in there, but I really did put a lot of effort and work into her performance. :( Its already one thing that I'm not getting paid, but its really the fact that this isn't a job! It isn't a profession... it's my time and I'm doing it because I'm her friend, because I want to help her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think... is it really worth it to be working on these things? She told me that its real experience as a costume designer... but really, am I getting any experience out of it that I wouldn't be getting if I decided to use that time to work on my own show and make a name for myself? I really don't know. Gah. I don't want to sound so stubborn and naive. But I guess, all I wanted was that thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way... you just have to keep going huh? :)  I just can't wait for this quarter to end. I just want Christmas time to come already... Lol. I want apple cider. I want to play. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8579449845140116562-5755310987362930950?l=camilliette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think its really weird how people move in and out of circles they're apart of. I've definitely become a hermit this quarter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that, this morning I found myself hiding behind the wall infront of the shuttle stop. Some grad student that had the same morning bus schedule as me, whom I had the misfortune of giving my email to, was standing there and I was in no mood to play witty games. You see, we had a rally of emails... But he really had some nerve to say some things that he said! Ugh, sometimes I am surprised at how brave some people can be. After telling me I was a flake because it came with being an art major, precociously telling my how to reply to an email by pressing the reply button, and telling me that some of my hobbies don't attract real friends I wasn't feeling too cool with him. And I suppose after a sort of sassy email back about how actually, its not flakey to be so busy doing more important things that hanging out with you... I think he sort of got a little scared, for our short rally ended quickly and so did our coincidental bus meetings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though in my mind... I pictured myself, the next time I saw him, to be strong willed and as unafraid as my last email seemed, I found myself gingerly holding the edge of the wall which hid me in hopes for that bus to leave and a second bus to pick me up. *lesigh* Boys are scary sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, my hands seem to be aging faster than the rest of me. :) Because our Ceramics teacher wasn't in today... I snuck to the wheels and tried my luck at throwing. Hahaha, it IS definitely harder than it looks. Just getting the clay to center and trying to stop the wheel from turning with my heels was a ridiculous feat. After a good two hours, I succeeded in making two soy sauce containers... that are slightly tilted. I must admit though, it was a lot of fun. :) I wish I could be in the studio more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good number of projects that are due are sneaking up on me... And as usual, it hasn't occurred to me at all, that maybe I should start on them... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the debut of Sheetal's performance that I costume designed. :) On Saturday... though I probably should be doing my homework... I'm going to be making a costume for an online contest. *fail* On Sunday, I'm going to go fabric shopping with Anela and co. and hopefully Vivian will help me photograph my costume. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note... ants have officially raided our apartment. 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They are made of Kai Porcelain and are strung with ribbon. I used a good number of my glass beads for the ringer and the wind catchers are photos from the summer. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7jBMJ0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/n7mlIJp36lI/s1600-h/DSCN2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7jBMJ0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/n7mlIJp36lI/s320/DSCN2383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270666141407913794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think I'm going to take them down tomorrow. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7oyXKGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HJJae8hXLQY/s1600-h/DSCN2382.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7oyXKGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HJJae8hXLQY/s320/DSCN2382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270666142956333154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I strung them to the ceiling... with nylon thread, which mind you, is actually really thin. (maybe that's why a number of them dropped. :T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7dGAeiI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jbj5xCbEv-4/s1600-h/DSCN2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7dGAeiI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jbj5xCbEv-4/s320/DSCN2380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270666139817507362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are actually digital images... printed from Shutterfly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7R3Tx5I/AAAAAAAAACk/yMq_Hkt5IbA/s1600-h/DSCN2374-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7R3Tx5I/AAAAAAAAACk/yMq_Hkt5IbA/s320/DSCN2374-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270666136803067794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay put you silly picture! Stop moving so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7BSKg1I/AAAAAAAAACc/xapX01zVKt4/s1600-h/DSCN2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_upPTrqVOw/SSUq7BSKg1I/AAAAAAAAACc/xapX01zVKt4/s320/DSCN2373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270666132352303954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was really fun, overall. I am given the next step, which is to basically expand the project... so I think I'll be making a bunch more... probably bigger too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other then that, I've completely wasted my day by loitering online. Haha... I didn't do an ounce of homework! Though, I did meet up with an elementary friend of mine. And that was nice. I treated myself to boba with Vivian... which didn't make my now-empty-pockets too happy. But it was really head-ache-relieving, so I guess it was worth its 2.95. Other then that, I found myself trying to remove this black gunk off of the bench next to my desk. And somehow in the process... All the black gunk ended up on my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to have to make a pair of shorts tomorrow. :T I'm not too confident in my lack of pattern making skills... but I'll just try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What else... I went grocery shopping today! It was really hard not to be tempted by the cookie dough ice cream and all the juices. *Swoon* Again... the same story with the empty pockets. I did manage to scramble change for rootbeer float popsicles though. :) And eggs. Which is basically what my diet is. Huuu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8579449845140116562-5451117640101060723?l=camilliette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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