The theory of the Mobias says that the things you do will come back to as time/space twist around in a big circle. If that's the case then I feel like this a curve in my bubble and I'm heading downward as I enter I new section of the circle. Today is the final day of the International Vogue Fashion Show, and I'm psyched about doing it and getting it done. We didn't have rehearsal yesterday because I was getting my hair done for eight and a half hours in the Hair Palace downtown in Ludwigsburg by Kevin and she did a great job. I just hate that I had to sit there for all day and wait for her to finish. And I got the style for 40 Euros which is a good price cause she washed it (30 Euros) then she braided (80 Euros) then she took a razor blade and etched it (20 Euros) so she gave me a really good deal. So because I couldn't leave the shop we couldn't practice but that doesn't matter cause we're gonna do it today real quick and get it straightened out. Everyone is kinda stressing about it, but I'm not gonna worry about it because it's not worth raising bloodpressure over it. The show is gonna rock and that's all there is to it. The people at the Padagogische Hoschschule have never seen anything like it in their life. So they're gonna be shocked to death. It's gonna be hot with lights and everything, with a five foot stage in the air, and light tubes and a black tunnel. They're probably never again see something like this. So I want to give them a reason to remember. And also if I can pull off this trick wih the PH, it will be a kick ass fuck you to remember for both me and them. Ran across Christoph today and I want to see him again, as I'm anxious to get back to the States. So here goes, to the downward spiral of life! Later bitches!
LONG LIVE THE SPIRIT OF FASHION!
LUBU MAFIA 2006, SCHLAMPIZI! WE'LL MAKE YOU RUN LIKE THE RHINE!
Wednesday, 12 July 2006
Saturday, 8 July 2006
Time to Unleash Your Inner Diva
Okay so then, today is Saturday July 8th, which means the fashion show is officially four days away now, and I'm not sure exactly how I'm supposed to feel about it. So in two days I've lost two people, (Yolanda, which was to be expected, and then in a bolder move of total surprise, Jed decides he wants to follow suit because he "didn't feel like we were moving fast enough for him.") Granted, this is the person that told Craig that he felt like he was "pushed" into doing the show, and that he never wanted to do it from the beginning. Now I've been doing this for a few years now and whenever I do a show I make sure to inform the potential models-to-be that it is ALWAYS their decision whether or not they choose to perform in the show because ultimately it's them that's going to be up on stage not the director. If I choose to be up there, it's only because I'm deciding to partake of the show for my model's benefit and for the health and well-being of the entire show. Which is what I'm attempting to do here. But after Yolanda's tirade when she announced on Thursday, that she wasn't going to do it anymore after two weeks of practice and error, that really made me upset. Because by then I was assured that I wouldn't be able to replace her in time to fix the problems with the models themselves. I always attempt to have a near equal number of people, most of the time guy-girl, if I can help it, and this was no exception. Foretunately Tiana was wonderful enough to step up and take Yolanda's place, though I feel bad for letting her have to learn all of the steps so quickly, but it cannot be helped. I needed another human body to fill up the presence on the stage. So just when I thought things were going relatively well, and after I had to quell the inner-Diva that roared up inside Yolanda, when she confronted me, the next person on the list was surprisingly, the Hausmister of the L Building during our supposed "tech rehearsal" yesterday.
We're in the middle of trying to set up the giant four foot high stage and when we finally complete all of the pieces as I'm struggling to bring the music back under control, I hear that the Hausmister is yelling at us, AT FIRST because we were blocking up the emergency exits on the far ends of the door. But honestly, we weren't blocking them up. There was still a good seven feet in between the edge of the front of the stage and those double doors. Plenty of room for anyone and anything to get through. Then as we're trying to see if we just leave it for 30 minutes just to practice, he comes up with an even bigger shocker and informs us that we don't even have the right to use the stage! Why? You may ask? Because according to the Padagogische Hoschschule, the stage pieces don't even exist! It's like they borrowed them from a construction company a long time back and when they were finished using them the company never came back to get them or whatever, and so the PH just kept them for future use. But for all intensive purposes, the pieces of the stage don't even exist! Now in my mind, I'm thinking two things. A) that is complete and utter bullshit because the PH uses those pieces about once every two weeks for whatever kind of party or whatever they're having planned. and B) why wasn't I informed of that from the very beginning a month and a half ago? If AStA truly knew what was going on, and I'm positive they did, why didn't they inform me on the side that "hey by the way, the stage isn't really ours but if you want to use it you're going to have to get permission or just be really careful." Neither of those two things came out of their mouth and here now the attendants of the PH are trying to start some kind of legal battle with us that declares that we are in the wrong for trying to use their stuff.
Now I'm not saying that I don't agree with the man. His argument was: since he is the janitor of the building afterhours, the property is his to maintain. If we were practicing on the stage, and someone were to trip and fall off the edge, then he'd be in big trouble. So as his responsibility he cannot let us practice in his building in his domain. Fine, so be it. I understand that. What I don't understand however is how those pieces of stage could even remain there if they don't exist! Either the PH just goes ahead and sucks up the cost of the 30 pieces of stage that they have in the corner of their building, OR they return the pieces back to their original owners with their tails between their legs, problem solved. So yeah....that was problem number 2.
Problem number 3 was Jed. Out of nowhere in the middle of practice while he's supposed to be on-stage, he just leaves and parks a seat on the side, and then two minutes later, he up and leaves claiming the show is "driving him nuts, and he just can't take it anymore." At this point in the blog I'm going to unleash my inner-Diva since so many recently have also felt the need to. Now for this next sentence, I'm soooo pissed that I'm gonna write it in German because I don't think I'm allowed this many obsenities on the website at one time.
WAS DAS BUMSEN MEINT ER, DASS ER DIESE SCHEIßE nicht BEHANDELN KANN? DIESER UNDANKBARE MUTTER-SCHEIßWEIBCHEN-ESEL-CRÄCKER HAT KEINEN SCHEIßHINWEIS, WAS ES BRINGT, UM EINE SCHEIßSHOW ZU FÜHREN! WIE DIESEN SCHEIßSOHN EINES WEIBCHENS HERAUSORDERN, DIESE SCHEIßE ZU MIR ZU TUN, WENN ER WEIß, DASS ich BÖSE ÜBER YOLANDA BUMSE! Ich KANN nicht GLAUBEN, DASS ER DEN SCHEIßNERV HABEN WÜRDE, UM EINE SCHEIßSCHEIßE WIE DAS ZU ZIEHEN! DAS FRAU-LICKEN BASTARD HAT KEINEN SCHEIßHINWEIS DER SCHEIßE, mit der ich AUFSTELLEN MUSS! ER UND DIESES WEIBCHEN YOLANDA BEDÜRFNIS, GERADE IHRE MUTTER-SCHEIßMÜNDER ZU SCHLIEßEN, UND MERKEN IHRE EIGENE SCHEIßE! VERDAMMT!
And Susanna I'm sure that you have some clue as to what some of that says. Keep in mind that this was written only in the heat of the moment and it's not meant to reflect my on-going previous friendships with Jed or Yolanda. But this is how the made me feel when they pulled that shit the last two days. I am eternally grateful to Susanna who just fuckin' went off the deep end yesterday to get this people to shut the hell up. I mean the show is in four days! We have a presentation to do in front of a sizeable portion of the PH. And I want this mother-fuckers to remember what the fuck we did! International Group '06 bitches!
Oh yeah...P.S. Turns out Dennis and Mario never showed up on Thursday. Supposedly we have plans to watch the soccer game tonight with more...entertainment afterwards, but we'll have to see. And they had me standing out in the rain for an hour waiting for them! hmmm.....well I hope they show up tonight. I'm looking forward to a little three's company action!
We're in the middle of trying to set up the giant four foot high stage and when we finally complete all of the pieces as I'm struggling to bring the music back under control, I hear that the Hausmister is yelling at us, AT FIRST because we were blocking up the emergency exits on the far ends of the door. But honestly, we weren't blocking them up. There was still a good seven feet in between the edge of the front of the stage and those double doors. Plenty of room for anyone and anything to get through. Then as we're trying to see if we just leave it for 30 minutes just to practice, he comes up with an even bigger shocker and informs us that we don't even have the right to use the stage! Why? You may ask? Because according to the Padagogische Hoschschule, the stage pieces don't even exist! It's like they borrowed them from a construction company a long time back and when they were finished using them the company never came back to get them or whatever, and so the PH just kept them for future use. But for all intensive purposes, the pieces of the stage don't even exist! Now in my mind, I'm thinking two things. A) that is complete and utter bullshit because the PH uses those pieces about once every two weeks for whatever kind of party or whatever they're having planned. and B) why wasn't I informed of that from the very beginning a month and a half ago? If AStA truly knew what was going on, and I'm positive they did, why didn't they inform me on the side that "hey by the way, the stage isn't really ours but if you want to use it you're going to have to get permission or just be really careful." Neither of those two things came out of their mouth and here now the attendants of the PH are trying to start some kind of legal battle with us that declares that we are in the wrong for trying to use their stuff.
Now I'm not saying that I don't agree with the man. His argument was: since he is the janitor of the building afterhours, the property is his to maintain. If we were practicing on the stage, and someone were to trip and fall off the edge, then he'd be in big trouble. So as his responsibility he cannot let us practice in his building in his domain. Fine, so be it. I understand that. What I don't understand however is how those pieces of stage could even remain there if they don't exist! Either the PH just goes ahead and sucks up the cost of the 30 pieces of stage that they have in the corner of their building, OR they return the pieces back to their original owners with their tails between their legs, problem solved. So yeah....that was problem number 2.
Problem number 3 was Jed. Out of nowhere in the middle of practice while he's supposed to be on-stage, he just leaves and parks a seat on the side, and then two minutes later, he up and leaves claiming the show is "driving him nuts, and he just can't take it anymore." At this point in the blog I'm going to unleash my inner-Diva since so many recently have also felt the need to. Now for this next sentence, I'm soooo pissed that I'm gonna write it in German because I don't think I'm allowed this many obsenities on the website at one time.
WAS DAS BUMSEN MEINT ER, DASS ER DIESE SCHEIßE nicht BEHANDELN KANN? DIESER UNDANKBARE MUTTER-SCHEIßWEIBCHEN-ESEL-CRÄCKER HAT KEINEN SCHEIßHINWEIS, WAS ES BRINGT, UM EINE SCHEIßSHOW ZU FÜHREN! WIE DIESEN SCHEIßSOHN EINES WEIBCHENS HERAUSORDERN, DIESE SCHEIßE ZU MIR ZU TUN, WENN ER WEIß, DASS ich BÖSE ÜBER YOLANDA BUMSE! Ich KANN nicht GLAUBEN, DASS ER DEN SCHEIßNERV HABEN WÜRDE, UM EINE SCHEIßSCHEIßE WIE DAS ZU ZIEHEN! DAS FRAU-LICKEN BASTARD HAT KEINEN SCHEIßHINWEIS DER SCHEIßE, mit der ich AUFSTELLEN MUSS! ER UND DIESES WEIBCHEN YOLANDA BEDÜRFNIS, GERADE IHRE MUTTER-SCHEIßMÜNDER ZU SCHLIEßEN, UND MERKEN IHRE EIGENE SCHEIßE! VERDAMMT!
And Susanna I'm sure that you have some clue as to what some of that says. Keep in mind that this was written only in the heat of the moment and it's not meant to reflect my on-going previous friendships with Jed or Yolanda. But this is how the made me feel when they pulled that shit the last two days. I am eternally grateful to Susanna who just fuckin' went off the deep end yesterday to get this people to shut the hell up. I mean the show is in four days! We have a presentation to do in front of a sizeable portion of the PH. And I want this mother-fuckers to remember what the fuck we did! International Group '06 bitches!
Oh yeah...P.S. Turns out Dennis and Mario never showed up on Thursday. Supposedly we have plans to watch the soccer game tonight with more...entertainment afterwards, but we'll have to see. And they had me standing out in the rain for an hour waiting for them! hmmm.....well I hope they show up tonight. I'm looking forward to a little three's company action!
Wednesday, 5 July 2006
A Celebration of Death.
So now then. It's July 5th and the crippling blow has arrived. It is my very sad and unpleasant duty to report that Germany officially lost site of the World Cup last night in a phenomenal game against the Italians that lasted into triple overtime and was one minute away from penalty shots which could've have given them the win. Afer 130 minutes of fierce shot after shot, in the middle of nowhere Italy slid a goal into the net and then another one shortly thereafter in the last 60 seconds of play leaving the score 0-2 for Italy vs. Germany. So then. July 4th will mean the day that Germany lost the World Cup, while on the other side of the globe its the celebration of another year of America. So while the fireworks blasted off around the country over where I'm from, there was dead silence in Ludwigsburg last night with the exception of the thousands of blaring car horns from downtown from the many Italians that were ecstatic about the win over Deutschland. It was a very sad and somber evening after all.
And then, there's Frank:
Somehow he always seems to sneak in a portion of my blogs here on MySpace but I know that will end when I go home. So how about we went to Frau Müller's house this weekend to watch The Day After Tomorrow and the famed and highly praised piece of garbage Blade Runner with Harrison Ford and Reutger Hauer, when we could've watched the much more anticipated I Robot with Will Smith. And so Frank took me and Susanna and Eliza to her house, which is very pretty by the way, and we laughed and talked and ate barbecued chicken. But it was at her house that I decided that I will not see Frank anymore when I leave Germany. There are too many things that I don't like about him as well as being coupled with my decision to finish school and attempt to obtain these four degrees at once. So yeah...I know that might seem drastic but the guy has come pretty serious issues. I mean he does speed and marijuana and then he smokes too, which doesn't look good on me. On top of that, he's still involved with all of this debt stuff from his ex-lover, and his drug escapade from a few years back. (what I don't get is how can you rack up a huge debt doing drugs and then start paying them off and keep doing it? that doesn't make sense). So yeah and then add to that that I'm only 20 and that I still have a little over 2 years worth of school left and I can't be bothered with Frank trying to have a relationship with me back in the States. So yeah...that's about to be over. But on the other side, I would like still to be with him while I'm here, cause it is still nice. But still....
As far as this fashion show is concerned that group AStA is losing their damn minds. They've done a lot I suppose, but not until I actually prodded them to get something done. On the good note, the show looks like it's going to be totally awesome with lights and the stage and everything so I hope everything works out. But them not allowing us to do at 10:30 is really grating my nerves, especially when they're going to ask us to move our stuff out in the middle of the party. That's just too ghetto even for us. But if they won't let us do what we can to liven up their party then fuck it. We'll do what we can in the short amount of time given. And it looks really good to see my company's icon on these flyers. It makes me feel good. lol.
Wow. I can't believe I really just did that. I just set up a sexdate with those two really hot German guys that live here in Ludwigsburg for tomorrow! (Hey if everyone can run around and do it, then I'm entitled to as well! It's not like it's gonna happen back in the States.) lol. So yeah my next entry should be pretty interesting....and don't worry Zana you'll hear all the details. lol. As usual.
And then, there's Frank:
Somehow he always seems to sneak in a portion of my blogs here on MySpace but I know that will end when I go home. So how about we went to Frau Müller's house this weekend to watch The Day After Tomorrow and the famed and highly praised piece of garbage Blade Runner with Harrison Ford and Reutger Hauer, when we could've watched the much more anticipated I Robot with Will Smith. And so Frank took me and Susanna and Eliza to her house, which is very pretty by the way, and we laughed and talked and ate barbecued chicken. But it was at her house that I decided that I will not see Frank anymore when I leave Germany. There are too many things that I don't like about him as well as being coupled with my decision to finish school and attempt to obtain these four degrees at once. So yeah...I know that might seem drastic but the guy has come pretty serious issues. I mean he does speed and marijuana and then he smokes too, which doesn't look good on me. On top of that, he's still involved with all of this debt stuff from his ex-lover, and his drug escapade from a few years back. (what I don't get is how can you rack up a huge debt doing drugs and then start paying them off and keep doing it? that doesn't make sense). So yeah and then add to that that I'm only 20 and that I still have a little over 2 years worth of school left and I can't be bothered with Frank trying to have a relationship with me back in the States. So yeah...that's about to be over. But on the other side, I would like still to be with him while I'm here, cause it is still nice. But still....
As far as this fashion show is concerned that group AStA is losing their damn minds. They've done a lot I suppose, but not until I actually prodded them to get something done. On the good note, the show looks like it's going to be totally awesome with lights and the stage and everything so I hope everything works out. But them not allowing us to do at 10:30 is really grating my nerves, especially when they're going to ask us to move our stuff out in the middle of the party. That's just too ghetto even for us. But if they won't let us do what we can to liven up their party then fuck it. We'll do what we can in the short amount of time given. And it looks really good to see my company's icon on these flyers. It makes me feel good. lol.
Wow. I can't believe I really just did that. I just set up a sexdate with those two really hot German guys that live here in Ludwigsburg for tomorrow! (Hey if everyone can run around and do it, then I'm entitled to as well! It's not like it's gonna happen back in the States.) lol. So yeah my next entry should be pretty interesting....and don't worry Zana you'll hear all the details. lol. As usual.
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