When I was a kid, I thought the term “hump day” was meant to be dirty. Now I hardly think twice about using it. Some days I wish I still had that youthful cluelessness. It would make life a little cheerier now and then, methinks.
Classes started this week. So far I find myself in an extremely “I don’t give two shits” mode of operation. Every time I try to start on homework, I drift off to writing a story instead. Or I turn my attention to something miniscule like making my bed, rearranging my bookshelves, cleaning the catbox… I think maybe I’ve just finally reached my breaking point with school. I’ve gone about as far as I can go on this here educational railroad. Time to either switch trains or just find another mode of transportation altogether.
Project Runway…ugh. Why hasn’t Santino been eliminated yet? Last week he was allowed to stay while Marla and Diana were sent packing (frankly though, Marla and Diana probably should have been eliminated, if only because they totally suck as designers). This week he was spared while Emmett was shoved off the roster. Granted Emmett really doesn’t have the knack for anything other than really chic menswear, but honestly, at least he has been trying to fit the bill as far as the challenge requirements go. Santino…*sigh* I mean, when he started adding all the bizarre feathers and accoutrements to his creation tonight, I almost knocked my TV off its perch. He was doing it AGAIN. He was going overboard, putting all his Santino-ness into the garment, and totally ignoring everything he was given as far as objectives went. He even admitted he was going overboard. The man KNOWS he’s doing wrong, and still does it.
As far as the winning garment this week. Dunno, I guess I just don’t have an eye for ice skating fashion like dear ol’ Sasha Cohen. (Thank GOD, quite frankly). I thought Zulema’s squiggly design looked like someone fucking around with a tube of toothpaste. I also thought the “bra” part of the garment was wayyyyyy too low-slung for a figure skater. Granted the flesh-colored fabric would hide any accidental nipple-peeks, but still…it’s the principle of it all. I would have personally gone with Chloe’s design. Granted it wasn’t showing all the curves…but it would have looked smashing sailing around on the ice, with all the layers fluttering in the breeze. Nick’s design would be my next choice…I’d have to ask him to alter the top a bit (I’m not a big fan of asymmetrical design), but overall it’s a lovely garment. But again, I don’t have Sasha’s crackerjack eye for ice fashion. And I feel all empty inside because of it.
Next week should prove interesting. Tempers flaring, nerves fraying, butthurtedness abound. Totally delicious. God I love trashy TV.
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