I found this gem of a clothing website, Disturbia, after a friend of mine admitted his jealousy of not being able to wear this Necronomicon bathing suit top:
And that is just the beginning of the must-haves! A perfect hybrid of goth and 90’s grunge, Disturbia has everything I ever wanted to wear during my transition from awkward 6th grader to full fledge alterna-chick (which happened in the 90’s…). My favorite include:
I can’t stop browsing through the website. It’s awesome. I love all of it. Too bad it’s in the UK and somewhat expensive to own. One dress on sale is going to cost about $60 to get to me… and you know, now that I’m thinking about it, it’s really not that expensive. Hmm…
I listen to Welcome to Night Vale, the splendidly morbid podcast that provides community updates and news from the absurd little fictional town Night Vale, at night before I go to sleep. Some episodes make it quite difficult to go to sleep to, such as The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in My Home whispering quietly about how she’s always in the corner of my vision, barely out of sight. Yet, night after night I lie in bed, shrouded in darkness, listening to Cecil Palmer go on about the Event Calendar, various updates on local businesses, city politics, etc. It’s very sweet, yet dark and twisted, and my favorite podcast ever.
As the date for the live appearance approached, I was actually somewhat concerned that it would be different. Well, obviously seeing live actors perform instead of just hearing their faceless voices in your room at night is different. I guess I was more concerned with being distracted by actors, or maybe that having my eyes open wouldn’t have the same effect as lying down in my bed with my eyes closed. Silly concerns, I now know. Though I had seriously considered bringing a sleep mask.
As the actors appeared and lent their voices to the stage, it wasn’t distracting. These voices had become familiar, and their actor’s bodies were barely a focus. They didn’t distract, it was as if they were there just vessels to project the real star: The voice. Now, these actors are tremendously talented. Cecil Baldwin practically moved the crowd to tears with an emotional projected monologue that closed the show. Such tremendous power in a voice.
But if you were hesitant to see Night Vale performed live, I’m here to assure you that it’s just as great as listening to it at home, if not better. You feel more like a citizen of Night Vale. You are referred to as one. And it’s amazing that a podcast that I felt I was eavesdropping on, you know, listening to the community radio station of a town I was looking in on, now feels like I’m a part of. And aren’t we? Are we not the listeners of Night Vale Community Radio? And is community radio not meant for its community? Such a simple concept, but it feels welcoming nonetheless. The listeners of Night Vale are the people of Night Vale, and seeing your community radio broadcast live with other members of your community, ones you never met, ones you didn’t know existed, well, that’s just special, isn’t it?
I love pop culture references in my wardrobe. I own so many Disney movie still tops it’s a bit ridiculous and I’ve had to give some of them away or I’d only ever wear Ariel’s face on my chest. My biggest peeve about having pieces that represent my fandom is that they are usually T-Shirts or hoodies and they get tired. Sometimes I don’t want to wear jeans and a tee, you know? This Gremlins collection by Dropdead has a few tees, but they also have great prints in button-up shirts! Seriously! A Gizmo printed tunic style button up top?! Love it. This is probably the best pop-culture fashion mash-up I’ve seen so far this year.
Though leggings would seem like a well fitted item when purchased at any store ever, they are not. When I wear a size small legging, my butt stretches them to the point that they feel like they’re falling down and I’m consistently pulling them up. Also, muffin top! A size medium is baggy under the knees and roomy in the waist. For the affordable price of less than a pair of Splendid leggings at Bloomingdale’s, I had a pair made specifically for me by Dame Fatale! High waisted and perfect! If you wear leggings 3-5 times a week like me, I strongly suggest getting a pair made to your exact measurements. Also, check out her Pac Man hair bows.
I started this year cold, confused and awkwardly optimistic in San Francisco. I had found solace and warmth in the Cat Club of Soma. You could find me there at least three nights a week, most likely at the back bar. I had a place in the world, and it was magical and special. I had a new job, my roommate was the most amazing one you could ever hope to have (mostly because she is my soul-mate) and I was more than content with my life. Somewhat.
Around the beginning of summer I started to get restless. What did I want? What was my next challenge? And could I afford to really change anything while living in San Francisco? I love that City with all my heart, and a part of me will never leave that city though my body may. However, it was ridiculously expensive and once you had found your stride in the lifestyle that could afford to live there, you were pretty much stuck. I couldn’t afford to move anywhere since the rates were tripling before my eyes and my landlord was really putting the pressure on me to GTFO. I was panicked and stressed, and then I lost my job.
I would like to state for the record, I had done nothing wrong to lose my job. That’s my ego checking in. But honestly, I had no write-ups, no formal or informal warnings, no one ever said I needed to improve or do something differently or better. So I was shocked to be let go. I had worked for a prestigious company for several years prior and never once came close to losing my job, so this was a shock. I’m assuming it was my eccentricities that unsettled the very low-diversity establishment.
I had no idea what to do next, but then I kind of did. I had planned to move back to Southern California by January of 2015. This was the push to do it sooner. So I did. And before I did, I decided this was the time to start a new career. In October of 2014, just a month after moving back down the coast, I started Cosmetology school: Now I would become a licensed professional. Hooray! Though I do miss the fashion industry, I know in the future I will be able to merge both into a flourishing career. Or not. But whatever. I’ll be fine.
So by the end of my year I’ve moved 600 miles away, became a full-time student, and routinely (and I mean, like a routine. Like all the time) visit Disneyland Parks. I miss San Francisco so deeply, but going to Cosmetology School out there was a joke. It was more affordable in Orange County. And I can always move back, though I would miss the Disneyland churros all over again.
As for the year ahead, I want to graduate with straight A’s and get my license quickly after. Then, I’m not sure. I’d like to keep taking classes, learning new things, work on this site more, maybe learn CSS coding so this looks less like a template (it is)! And play more South Park: The Stick of Truth video game, though I’ve already put in 24 hours in a mere three days.