I feel stupid when I'm dancing ♪

I donated to TheUglyDance.com last night and I've been listening to the mp3s nonstop since.

I feel stupid when I'm dancin'
No I can't dance as cool as you
I just feel stupid when I'm dancin'
Like a psychopathic fool

It makes me dance like an idiot but feel okay about it.  Dancing in public?  Not if my life depended on it.  I never even actively danced at school dances, I just stood around in my little group of friends and hung out and it was cooler because it was at night.  Clubbing Lite, I guess.  I'm not interested in going clubbing in the first place, really.

Where did that even come from?


I haven't gotten any sewing done on my Halloween costume, but I do have one pattern almost done.  I have less than 24 hours to do everything, and about nine of those will be me sleeping.  I'll give myself about an hour to do my makeup stuff and get dressed, so that brings it down to 14 hours.  Showering usually happens after the trick-or-treaters stop coming so I can get my makeup off without using up too much makeup remover.  (Usually I only use that stuff on my eyes and eyebrows because those are what I use waterproof stuff on.)

The glasses won't get done -

I ship it.

- because I don't have any supplies to make them.  But I do have the wig done, at least, and the necklace, so that mostly leaves the clothes themselves and the hat.

The hat shouldn't be too hard thanks to the bought pattern I have and just need to alter.  The skirt of the white part won't be very hard either, considering it's a long, gathered skirt and I've been doing those every year at least once since my first costume.  Skirts are the easiest things to make, ever.  Have long pieces of fabric?  Sew them together, hem, add a waistband, and you're done.

That collar will be a pain, though.  I'm not awesome at drafting collars.  I learned this with Reiko back in August.

On the bright side, bias tape shouldn't be too hard, right?

Eh, tutorials.

Let's get crackin'

What is that even supposed to mean

Halloween costume!

I found that witch hat pattern I already had last night, so now I get to alter it because it's (1) way too small for my head and (2) not quite the right shape.

As for the rest of the costume, I have maybe four yards of red cotton I have no use for anymore, so I'm going to mess with it and my dressform to make up the patterns.  Apparently I don't draft patterns, I wing it with extra fabric.  Well, whatever works, right?

After I get the clothes themselves patterned out, I get to learn how to applique.  Fun, fun.

Maybe I should stop talking and actually get to work?

YEEEEAH LET'S DO THIS THING

(Halloween's on Sunday)

Apparently I'm upset most of the time

Text analysis

nerdlocket.blogspot.com is probably written by a female somewhere between 13-17 years old. The writing style is personal and upset most of the time.

Nope, try again.

However, my tumblr is also 13-17, but happy most of the time.

Do I seriously still word things like a high schooler?  Derp.


Anyway, I got my Halloween costume fabric yesterday.  Sales are fantastic, I got some nice stuff for a total of what, $25?  And I saved $21.99.  Heck.  Yes.  I love Halloween.

Now hopefully I have enough to work with.  If I run out of the gold, I can always just get more at the JoAnn ten minutes away and know it'll match because oh hey it's Casa Collection.  The other two, I'm not so sure - the JoAnn nearby is about half the size as the one I went to yesterday, so if I run out of the Egyptian cotton, I might be screwed.  Ah well, that's the part that doesn't show as much.

I'm making the witch, not Cup Ramen Man.

I also get paid for catsitting today, yes.

I'm all over the place today, aren't I?

I want to go to MiniCon this weekend, but I don't know if I can or if I'll have my costume done in time.  MiniCon is on Saturday, so...three days.

Crap.

Sometimes, I just overthink things.

I'm getting moody again.  Maybe I'm overdue to cry or something, I don't know.

Last night, it finally hit me that this year won't be an extended family Christmas for the first time since I was like, five.  Granny's gone, Alton moved up to Seattle; there's really no reason for us to go to San Francisco anymore.

And it really sucks because I love San Francisco.  Dad'll miss it too, we think it might be because we were both born there (or around there, in my case - Walnut Creek).  Mom's from rural Montana, she doesn't get it.  I mean yeah, being around family I never really saw otherwise was awkward as all get-out, but it was fun, and now I don't know how Christmas is going to work this year.  Will we bring out the tree again?  Will we decorate?

I don't know.  Maybe I'm just so used to having 20 people around for the holidays that I can't even comprehend a three-person one.  Which is funny, because that's what we used to do before California Christmases.

And then thinking about Granny (who was really the person who kept saying "Come on, come down!") got me all pissed off again, because (this will sound really selfish) she wanted me to have all her bracelets and stuff, and right before the funeral they just kind of disappeared and those are rightfully mine, damn it, I want them because Granny wanted me to have them.  And then I get all sad again because even though we didn't see each other very often, I love my Granny and I always felt close to her anyway because our birthdays were four days apart and junk.

What really sucks is that her funeral was on her birthday this year.  And I didn't go because I just can't handle things like funerals or hospitals or old-people's homes because it just makes me hurt inside.


We have a rosebush in our backyard.  We call it Granny's rosebush even though she didn't give it to us or anything.  We got it from Dad's coworkers as a "we're sorry for your loss" gift.


oh crap too many feelings

And I'm better now!

Just as I thought, it was a one-day sickness.  Holy crap was I ever miserable, though - couldn't stand up without feeling like I just got stabbed in the back of the head.  For a while, I couldn't even look in some directions without feeling worse.

I ended up not eating until about 8pm, then I made macaroni at 10pm when my parents went to sleep.  The good news is, I was able to keep it down.

Anyway.

Apparently Gramma (Mom's mom) is coming over for Thanksgiving.  She lives in Montana.  Also, our house is still a mess because of all the work being done to make it better, like my room getting rearranged and getting rid of so much furniture that I don't have room for a lot of my stuff anymore, and Dad putting in new hardwood floors so we currently have no baseboards on the walls downstairs.

So Mom will be freaking out for a while about WHY ISN'T ANYTHING CLEAN faleifkjsdf because she vacuums the garage sometimes and thinks the house is a mess when it really isn't in the first place.  But this time, it actually is kind of a disaster.


Also I want to make this now, but I still have a ton of other costumes I've gotten fabric for already and derp.

And by "this" I mean Belgium.  (Source)

Why are all my favorite characters witches?  Is it just the type of character I like?

Hrm.

I feel sick

My stomach just gurgled like a starship.

So usually, when I wake up it's for one of two reasons - I either

• got enough sleep OR
• am hungry

Considering I only got four hours of sleep last night, I'll let you do the math on that one.

Apparently we were going to get flu shots today, but thanks to my stomach feeling like it needs to come out my throat for the first time since last December when we got some new windows, I'm not going.  If I so much as move in the wrong direction for even half a second, a fresh wave of nausea hits and I feel terrible.

Freaking crap, I still have to take care of the neighbor's cats.  Dammit, self, y u do dis.


edit a minute later  - yeah I'm sick.

Febreeze

The reason I have my profile set to say "A Bum" is because I still live with my parents.  I still live with my parents because I am terrified of living by myself for some reason.

I have a flameless luminary in my room.  I don't remember why I got it, really, because I constantly forget to change the shade and I never have it set to flicker like it does and when I do have it on I fall asleep immediately after so I can't watch it.

Last night, I got really bored.  I had gotten tired of the Cranberry-Pear shade that I'd had in there for over a month, because while it was a pretty color that matched my bedspread, the smell was so strong it had a habit of making my allergies act up to give me a headache behind my eyeballs.

So I changed the shade to Green Tea Citrus.

This morning, Mom came in and told me "the whole house smells like tea, why does everything smell like tea" so I pointed to the luminary while still half-asleep with my face smashed into the pillow.  She replies "I hate tea"

Repeat multiple times over the day, except without the "why does it smell like tea" part.  It's always the "Everything smells like tea/I hate tea."

I happen to like tea, Mom.  And it smells like those green tea lemongrass mints taste, which is delicious.

Thank you for letting me make your house smell like tea even though you hate it.  And letting me live here like a deadbeat.

Memories

This, my friends, is a story from my senior year in high school.

The year is 2008/2009, for reference.

I had this friend.  She was pretty cool; kind of annoying sometimes because I can't handle clingy people much, but she was there when it counted and could make me laugh all the time, so it was okay.  (She was also easily offended, so that resulted in a lot of "I'm not speaking to you until you apologize for [petty little thing]" and also getting kicked out of GSA pretty much for being intolerant of intolerance to a violent degree, i.e. "if they don't agree with me I really want to beat them up" which obviously made people uncomfortable)

Anyway.  When we were seniors, she decided to make an anime club.  I ended up being secretary halfway through the year because the one she'd ~hand picked~ stopped coming.

One time, she decided to cosplay during school to promote the club.

For an entire week.

Yes, one week, cosplaying every day.

She only had about three or four school-appropriate costumes, and she had a group of three people.  (I was not one of them.  The only days I would ever wear a costume to school was Halloween, you know, when they allowed costumes.)  This would have been (slightly more) okay if they'd...had cosplays of their own.

So basically, for a week, she and three other people dressed up in the same costumes in a rotation.

Yeah, you read that right.  They'd borrow each other's clothes and someone else would wear it the next day.


And that was when I started realizing that I had outgrown her.

The end.

Hi.

Well, as if I didn't have enough blogs already, here I am making another one.  Why do I always do this?

Anyway, hi.  I'm Firebird, or at least that's what I'm calling myself here.  It's pretty different from everywhere else and I don't even know why.  I probably would've gone with something like Belgium (or Belgique or België or something) but I'm not from Belgium and I don't speak French, Dutch, or German.

So why did I pick the name Nerd Locket?  It was just the first thing that came to mind.  Then I thought about it, and realized that this could be like a little virtual locket of my nerdery, because I am most definitely a nerd and I babble about being one a lot.

Back to the point:  I'm Firebird, this is my nerdery, and I like card games on motorcycles, personified countries, dressing up as fictional characters, doodling, and reading about Special Agent Pendergast.  I took Japanese classes for five or six years, but I've been slacking off so I'm worse at it now.  Nice to meet you.