Anger
I’m too angry to post anything worthwhile. I am nobody’s slave. Will post more when I stop freaking out.
Okay, the background is this: I live in a three-bedroom apartment with two "suitemates" that were randomly assigned to me by the people in charge of the building… I’ll call them A and B for privacy reasons. Suitemate A goes to MATC and is a cosmetology student (and just out of high school and away from home for the first time ever, to boot), Suitemate B goes to the UW and is a Spanish language major. I have no issue with B; in fact, I’d say she’s probably the best roommate I’ve ever had, and I’d love to be her roommate again next year if she wasn’t planning on studying abroad in Spain next fall.
Suitemate A, on the other hand, has been driving me up the wall since the day I moved in. First she forgets what day roommate B and I are moving in (August 30) and leaves her clothes strewn about the apartment to air dry, including in our bedrooms on our beds and furniture. Later she has an explosive fight with her mother (in person and later over the phone) over a boyfriend she wants to sleep with. Then a boyfriend (I’m not entirely sure if this is the same boyfriend or not) cheats on her. Now she is letting a boyfriend (possibly the same guy, or equally possibly some random other guy) live in our apartment with her. Not cool.
This is especially not cool because Suitemate A cannot clean up after herself, let alone two people. This resulted in the rotting bananas mentioned earlier in this blog, an additional bunch of rotting bananas that thankfully Suitemate B was kind enough to dispose of for me, and miscellaneous moudly breads. Also, as I mentioned to Katie A last Friday in class, I went to take out the trash that fateful Friday only to discover that A or her boyfriend had thrown away a bag of raw chicken between one and two weeks prior to that date, and carefully hidden it under other trash so the waste of food wouldn’t be obvious. Unfortunately, we don’t have any real garbage bags (as no one but me is willing to buy any), so the garbage can had only a large shopping bag in it for trash, and when I pulled it out, the juice from the meat leaked onto the floor and all over my hands. I didn’t clean it up. I don’t know if Suitemate B did, or if anyone ever will. I’m not going to ask. But I’ve been suspiciously ill since Friday afternoon. I can’t pin it down to that incident specifically, but it makes me wonder…
Then today (12/5/2006) they threw away four cans of spaghetti-ohs, instead of putting them in the recycling (which is right next to the trash can).
Boyfriend has been here three days straight now. I asked at the front desk how long guests can stay, and was told to email the leasing director. But my rulebook says (and I quote): "A guest may not stay in your bedroom for more than one weekday or one weekend in any calendar month. Prior approval must be obtained from your roommates and the manegement office for guests wishing to extend their stay." Considering I don’t even know boyfriend’s name, I don’t think I gave my consent. Luckily this means everything will be resolved in my favor when it gets resolved.
So I’m in a much better mood today (except the damn runny nose) than I was last Friday. And my new harem pants are almost done, too! Hopefully they will be done enough to wear to dance class on Wednesday if I’m well enough to go.



























Only once all that is done can the jacket be called finished - and even then it needs a few finishing touches (the duelist rose and rose-holder, for example). The cords (technically each of these cords is an "aiguillette" but since I can’t even say that, I’m going to leave it at "cord") are made by attaching one end to the appropriate epaulette and super-gluing a brass lamp finial to the other end; then they are pinned into place with the rose and rose-holder.
The epaulettes, on the other hand, are a wonderfully amusing story. I will only discuss Juri, Kozue, and Miki’s epaulettes for the moment, because I have no decent pictures of Utena, Nanami, or Touga handy. Miki’s epaulettes were the easiest to make, because they are simply fabric and craft foam cut into the proper shape and attached with buttons. Kozue’s are far more complicated, because they involve attaching a flat piece of wood to a sphere with a hole in it (for the seafoam fringe, which is also handmade, to come out). Juri’s epaulettes are one of our most interesting, because they are made from wood and pvc pipe. (Un)Luckily for us, in each of the art images, Juri’s epaulettes look different; in some images, the lines on the side are etched into them, in others the lines appear to protrude from them, and in still others, the lines appear to be drawn on. So our craft master (aka Uba’s dad) carved the lines in because it was easier than the other designs. All the epaulettes except Miki’s are fully removable so the costumes are washable; since Miki’s epaulettes are fabric and buttons, they are already washable and don’t need to be removed for any reason.
The other thing everyone asks about is Kozue’s (and Anthy’s) crown. How did we get it so perfectly round? How did we get just the right shape? The answer is more pvc pipe. Uba drew the pattern up, and we glued it to the pipe and cut it out before painting it gold. Voila - instant and durable Rose Bride crown.