You've been so brave.

This is what I wore to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part II. (What I wore for Part I was extremely similar to this, and both of those were extremely similar to what I wore to run around with my brother conversing in British accents looking for sticks to duel with.)

Sweater: vintage UC Berkeley merchandise from my uncle. Tie: gift from my brother. White shirt: probably a Catholic school uniform polo. Skirt: made by my grandmother. Tights: BP Nordstrom. Oxfords: Miz Mooz. Ring: secondhand, cousin's.

This was the exact day I overdid the friendship bracelet-making and gave myself tendinitis. (But I was bored! In line! For five hours! I wasn't even the first person there! Rebecca and Adam and Huitzi whom I met outside gave me Red Vines! Spenser came bearing Chipotle burritos! Shelby came wearing the best socks ever! And my scar was melting off!)

My body looks weirdly proportioned in these photos (to me). I think it was the height of the camera. Anyway.

This ring is from that giant pre-garage sale haul at my cousin's house, although one of the rhinestones has fallen off since this picture was taken.

Basically,

"You've been so brave." 

and

"Does it hurt?"

AND THEN I CRIED AND I WAS IN THE BATH. But not really, because I went home and read Coda to an Epilogue: Twenty Years Later, Or The Kids Are All Right. Which makes me want to laugh and punch things out of overwhelming affection.


Now. Time to attend to my other fandoms.

promises, promises

I feel like I lure people onto my blog under the false pretense that this is a fashion/style blog just because I post pictures of myself wearing clothes. (As opposed to pictures of kittens, not as opposed to pictures of myself not wearing clothes, although I guess that wouldn't be a very compelling fashion blog either.)


To prove my point, here is another list of lists (so meta!): ← unintentional sadface

Names of WiFi networks within range of my apartment building:

• hide yo kids hide yo wifi
• pretty fly for a wifi
• Ralph's Stupendous Network
• notwork

A smattering of unrelated statements

• I am almost at the very last of my Write One Leafs (Leaves?), and I haven't made progress on the next prompt, so I won't be posting any for a while.
• I do have a script from Script Frenzy that I'm going to post, though. Six months late.
• Target brand Up & Up floss is awful. It's so thin, it's like trying to floss while gripping a piece of hair.
• Humid weather does great things for my hair.

Current style direction (aspirational)

• Gibson tucks with vintage hair combs
• heinous jumpers (a la Arthur Darvill, Matt Smith, Martin Freeman)
• peacocks, stags, and whales as clothing motifs
• Saltwater Sandals (or sandals of that ilk) with socks
• multicolor striped metallic sweaters
• Creatures-of-the-Deep-colored hair
• gloves (knit fingerless, leather motorcycle)
• pants (cords, denim, twill?) in black, forest green, deep fuchsia, bright violet, gray, rust, indigo-blue

Current style direction (involuntary)

• what can be termed grubby glow

Really into

• tai chi
• ginger everything
• Justin Bieber's un/broken voice
• prunes

Consuming

• Pride and Prejudice (very slowly, on a Kindle)
• Downton Abbey (FLAWLESS SHOW IS FLAWLESS! You must try at least one episode!)
• Commentarius, only because Chandler read it, and he is probably my favorite Lily/James shipper on the internet. (OKAY AND I MIGHT HAVE AN INTERNET CRUSH ON HIM BECAUSE I ASSOCIATE HIM WITH JAMES POTTER.) (Okay, and the writing style makes me want to wince because it's in diary form, but I'm pretty sure my 17-year-old diarying wasn't very mature either.)
  

  
  (Oh look, I can actually excerpt my 17-year-old diary: 

  okay after freeze tag i ended up with a scrape on my left elbow and a bruise there, and a bruise on my hip somewhere, a HUGE bruise on my left knee, and a smaller bruise on my right knee.  the left knee bruise hurts like CRAZY.

  HOW RIVETING, YOUNG SAM!)

• The 13 ½ Lives of Captain Bluebear, reread
• A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, excruciatingly slow reread
• The Golden Compass and The Fox and the Hound in 10-minute installments

Seeking

• more natural toothpaste, menstrual pads, deodorant, shampoo, and conditioner

Fictional places I would like to visit

• the Battle School in Ender's Game
• John Watson's closet, 221B Baker Street (Martin Freeman's version)
• Downton Abbey, but only if I were white
• ISIS headquarters
• the TARDIS
• The Shire
• Lyra's Jordan College
• Dictionopolis
• Cher Horowitz's closet
• Ariadne, Arthur, or Eames's dreams
• The Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries
• The Ministry of Magic's Auror Office
• Malfoy Manor
• The Burrow
• Diagon Alley
• Hogwarts
• Pigfarts

HOGWARTS PIGFARTS IS OUR HOME.

Jacket: mother's. T-shirt: probably brother's + DIY silkscreen. Jeans: Uniqlo. Shoes: Keds. Rings: Forever21 and Rapunzelsgold on etsy.

jellyfish & W1L 025: Write one leaf about the last day of the month.

On the morning that I wore this outfit, I was almost late to class because I was reading The Shoebox Project.

Jacket: mother's, H&M. Polo shirt: brother's, American Eagle. Shorts: mother's + scissors. Tights: gift. Black and white oxfords: Miz Mooz. Rings: Rapunzelsgold on etsy and Forever21.

Yes, I am that kind of Harry Potter fan.*

And I am going to openly admit that

1. I have read a horrific amount of fanfiction in my time, and


2. a lot of fanfiction is horrifically bad (one needs only to be aware of the existence of the pairing that is Dumbledore/Giant Squid), and
   


3. it's kind of unfortunate that (in my experience) most well-written fanfiction is slashy (e. g. Shoebox (although admittedly it seems like the majority of HP fanfiction is slash, and it seems natural that the largest faction of the fandom would churn out the most quality fics)), but only because


4. slash fanfiction has a Reputation, but anyway, the point is that
   


5. reading SBP provided me with an official headcanon for young!James and young!Lily and it is beautiful and full of really sad funerals and jellyfish. I REJECT YOUR REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN.
   

(*Actually, if I were that kind of Harry Potter fan, it wouldn't have been my first time reading Shoebox. Although, hey, I've read all 2605 pages of Maya's fanfiction, so JUDGE ME I DARE YOU.)

I write stuff after the jump.

variations on a trench coat: ocean blue (& WWHPD?)

For some reason, this outfit makes me think of that song about the Titanic we used to sing in summer school...

Oh, they built the ship Titanic to sail the ocean blue,
And they thought they had a ship that the water wouldn't leak through.
It was on her maiden trip that an iceberg hit the ship.
It was sad when the great ship went down.

Oh, it was sad (so sad), oh it was sad (so sad).
It was sad when the great ship went down to the bottom of the
Husbands and wives, little bitty children lost their lives.
It was sad when the great ship went down.

It was off the coast of England and far from any shore,
Where the rich refused to associate with the poor,
So they put the poor below where they were the first to go.
It was sad when the great ship went down.

Oh it was sad (so sad), oh it was sad (so sad).
It was sad when the great ship went down to the bottom of the
Uncles and aunts, little bitty children wet their pants.
It was sad when the great ship went down.

Must be the nautical shorts. Luckily, I forgot the rest of the lyrics. Nonetheless, this is another trench coat outfit, and I call it

Variation V: Little Bitty Children Wet Their Pants

Trench coat: FoxRun, mother's. Sweatshirt: Target. Necklace: garage sale garden key + DIY finish + craft store chain. Shorts: alloy + DIY button swap. Tights: H&M. Saddle shoes: Payless.

Saturday.

For that baby-handful of people who actually read the things I post, I wrote this when I was 18. It was performed. I don't think I let the story be as long as it needed to be for any characterization to be solid, but writing this definitely felt like a huge accomplishment, because I am so bad at plot that I was surprised this story came together at all.

The premise behind this was not mine to start with.

And I hope this isn't offensive, but I don't think it should be, considering how obviously it expresses my own opinions. As a heads up, this is way out of my usual genre, if you've been reading the previous scripts I posted, and quite a bit longer than anything else I've posted, so it might not be your cup of tea.

Also this is the last of my old scripts.

I write stuff after the jump.

notes, or I make no claims about this being a fashion/style blog.

On Sky Ferreira's "American Dream"
I came across it through Bella's tumblr. You ought to give it a listen.

On responses to "How are things?"
If neither you nor your fellow interlocutor is British, regardless of how you actually feel, "smashing" is generally an appropriate and unexpected response.

On staving off despair
It is unwise to time your media consumption so that you finish reading Never Let Me Go the same day you finish watching The Thin Red Line.

On Script Frenzy
I am going to try not to fail.*

*Since I am pledging to participate in Script Frenzy, (which, if you haven't heard of it and can't be bothered to click through, is like NaNoWriMo, but for scripts, screenplays, and graphic novels, instead of novels, and set in April, instead of** November), I'm not sure what's going to happen to the script I promised myself I would finish. I'll probably end up adding any new advances on it to my total page count, but I make no promises about posting any of it. Not that many of you will be bothered by that.

**(HOLY MOTHER FUCK, I JUST GOT SHOCKED BY MY LAPTOP. WAS NOT EXPECTING.)

On reading about celebrities
I have resolved to stop reading and watching interviews of actors I like. They are just people, and I would rather just view their work, free from my judgment about what kind of people they are, than miss out on something great because I think Joseph Gordon-Levitt sounds pretentious in his interviews. (Which, okay, I think he does. But he was so terrible in Inception and so good in Brick and Mysterious Skin. I am conflicted.)

On my class notes from lecture
Sometimes I write enigmatic things like "Can a snowman be set on fire?" and "Can gasoline be frozen?" and "Cabbage. I hear that's what English boarding school smells like." Sometimes I feel sad that I haven't photographed my class notes in ages, so I do, because this blog is for me, and then I get happy again.

For clarification, I drew Harry Potter, Steven drew the robot thing's head, and I added clothes and a hairy hook-arm. And the handwriting is Steven's, because he usurped my notebook to "take notes for me" because I barely take notes in that particular class anyway. I am pretty sure that if Steven ever took notes in class, they would look like Mark Zuckerberg's deposition scene notes.

Steven's doing. It is amazing how confusing one's notes can be when one goes back to study them for a midterm.

Also Steven's. I think maybe this was his rendition of Leibniz. I tweeted mine.

I DON'T KNOW.

Steven insists on drawing little hats on everything. Even on the hats.

...I don't know.

I was drawing a unicorn, because I was sitting next to Bobby, who is Jewish, and I wanted to draw a unicorn wearing a yarmulke (because I haven't gotten over how funny "Jewnicorn" sounds). Then Steven drew this, and it looked sad and unhorselike, so I added sparkles and dramatic lines.

I just want to clarify that I didn't draw that girl on the side, and this blog is not a Steven appreciation blog, but this post kind of is a Steven appreciation post, because THIS IS OUR LOVECHILD. It is the most glorious doodle that has ever been doodled in glory. The day it came into existence was the Best Day Ever. Evidently, we were also learning about Turing's halting problem that day, but that was clearly a secondary consideration, in light of our mythical creation.

Luckily, next year I'll be transferred to Pigfarts!

Even though I eventually decided on dressing like a Hogwarts student for the midnight showing of Harry Potter, I felt so guilty about it that I went to class the next day ready for Pigfarts. (Minus the oxygen tank and pressurized space suit.)

Trench coat: Foxrun, mother's, hand-me-down. Light blue thermal: Old Navy, gift. Pigfarts t-shirt: DIY (see sidebar). Jeans: Levi's. Plaid canvas shoes: Keds.

P. S. I honestly am not sure how many of you are here for clothes and how many of you are here for writing. Or for both. But I'll have some written stuff up later this or next week. Probably. I hope. In case you were wondering.

HARRY POTTER, HARRY POTTER, OOH!

After much delay,

No offense (by which I mean this is kind of cruel and I hope she never reads this), but I had to laugh at the girl who showed up at the ticket line at around 9 PM and said "THEY'RE ALL SOLD OUT?"

(In case you were gravely concerned with her Potterlessness, her story ends happily - there was a 3 AM showing that was available.)

Here are me and my favorite lab partner in the world:

Stephanie's sweater and tights: mine. My sweater: my brother's. Ravenclaw tie: gift from my brother. Polo shirt: Catholic school uniform. Skirt: made by my grandmother. Argyle tights: H&M. Argyle socks: gift. Flats: Steve Madden.

The shiny spot on my forehead is where Jon drew on my lightning bolt scar with eyeliner. Usually I would have used lip liner, but I threw away my only lip liner during my makeup purge, so I ended up with a shimmery silver scar, which is... kind of like unicorn blood, I guess. Anyway, Jon and I were looking for a well-lit place to draw each other's scars on and accidentally ended up wandering to the film rooms (or whatever they are):

This is our photographer Jon, whose incredible dedication to Harry Potter led him to buy a t-shirt from Hot Topic right before heading out to the theater. As you can see, he wasn't aware of how small Hot Topic tees run (I can fit a small at most places, but I literally cannot jam my body into a Hot Topic small), thus! Awkward sleeve action and Severus "The Bravest Man I Ever Knew" Snape:

See how Stephanie and I are damsels in distress? We're actually faking it, because we know Harry Potter is going to save us. Because he's Harry Freakin' Potter. (He's the man.)

Unfortunately, I happened to be in the bathroom for the five minutes when a group of people came into the theater to perform "The Mysterious Ticking Noise," so I had to console myself afterward by watching the Potter Puppet Pals version over and over and over.

...Snape, Snape, Severus Snape...

progress report: cable knit

I attempted to pincurl my hair again, but evidently, it's too long to be really curly rather than wavy now. For which I am thankful but about which I am somewhat vexed. In any event, this is a pretty boring outfit, but there's nothing like feeling like you're floating around in a cloud of your own hair to make you feel cute. I love having straight hair for about the first day and a half after I wash it, when it's swingy and reminds me of rain pouring down in sheets, or when I pull off my hat and my baby hairs are having a tussle around my part, but damn, I wish I could last longer without greasing up so fast. (That's why I curl my hair sometimes. Works like a charm. Like Wingardium Leviosa. Which is a charm. Unlike Lumos, which is a spell.)

Here's a progress report on my cable-knit scarf:

Jacket: gift. Mittens: J. Crew, gift. Jeggings: Forever21. Socks: HotSox. Black and white oxford: Miz Mooz.