Party looks

I heart party themes <33

Here’s my looks from the past parties:

Catholic Party:

Rope Bunny Party:

Cats and Dogs Party:

Indie Sleaze Party:

Wood Relief: Spiralling into Madness

 

Blackout poems

Night Windows (an Ekphrastic Poem)

 

Night Windows

It’s quiet now. 

Only the rattling of the window 

latch and steady hum of the radiator 

underscore you. 

You’re pulling off your tights.

Where were you? At a party perhaps? 

I only view you at this transitional period;

empty time slotted between night and sleep. 

Frames of your film strip life, 

gently unfolding, 

obstructed by dark pillars

of your apartment walls. 

I wonder if you’ll take off your dress next.

The night breeze carries warm air and summer 

solitude through your open window.

I’m sorry for watching you like this.

I guess I’m a coward.

Our lives lay parallel, 

stretching infinitely, 

never intersecting.

Just a Cog in the Michael Machine

I've worked at Michael's craft store for almost a year. Over time, I've gathered stories about customer interactions- good and bad. Here's the short list:

• Ten minutes into the store opening, a woman snuck into the back warehouse (labeled employees only) to ask me if we had any more green shirts

• One older woman asked me to individually wrap all 12 of her items in paper (most of them were not breakables). I rang up her purchase and on the receipt, she noticed she didn't get a senior discount. She angrily made me process a return and ring up her items again (forcing me to unwrap and rewrap all her stuff) only to receive less than a dollar off.

• A woman came in and didn't have her phone on her. At the check out, she asked if I could pull up the coupons for her. I said no, they're on the website or in her email and she said it was DISCRIMINATION against people who don't have phones.

• A little kid saw me restocking items and pointed at me and said, "green head!"

• A mother brought in her 5 children, all probably younger than 10 or 12. At the register, the three youngest boys were playing with a bow and suction-tipped arrows. They were slamming the arrows on the register, on the floor, and threatening to shoot one another very loudly. One of their older sisters turns to them and says, "You guys need to calm down, mom already can't handle having five kids".

• Someone made me fill up individual letter balloons spelling out the phrase, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY", and wanted them done in less than 30 minutes. 

• A woman brought in three giant black balloons filled with pink confetti for a gender reveal party she was going to. While we were blowing them up, one of them popped and littered pink confetti all over our floors and register. 

• A cute little girl and her mom were at the register and the little girl wanted to hold up all the items for me to scan with my scanner. When she ran out of items to have me scan, she started picking random things off the floor (like paper and flower pieces) and held them up. I fake-scanned them and said "BEEP" for her. When they were ready to leave, I gave her a little paper crane I had folded earlier and her mom said, "She'll probably carry that around all day"

• I had a woman come in with a tax exemption. I gave her the brief form to fill out and she was so mad. "Every time I come in here I have to fill this out every time! Why can't you just keep it on file or something!". She didn't know the address or phone number of the company she was getting an exemption from and got so mad she threw the pen at me. 

In summary, people shopping at Michaels need to chill the hell out.

Fated Friends

 I was big into Minecraft as a kid (and now). It was a space to hang out and be creative and engage with others. Deep in the trenches of Minecraft servers, I found a little server called Knockturn. I’m not proud of this, but it was a Harry Potter role play Minecraft server. I would hang out and talk to my fellow players and generally nerd out all over the place. I was on it in middle school ok? We all do silly cringy stuff in middle school. The times were fun and passed and I forgot all about it.

Recently, in conversation with a friend, the little server of Knockturn came up. It turns out we were not only on the same small server, but interacted years and years ago. Our stupid nerd lives had intertwined. We walked down memory lane together in disbelief. God or fate or some mysterious third thing brought us together years later. Fated friends.