Talk about one of those weeks.
My first free weekend in forever and the leadup to it has been phenomenal.
For one, weird shit went down in my dorms.
( Cut for Sick stuff )Another thing is a couple of days ago I got called into the studio because they were holding a seminar with one of the new physical trainers/therapists. Now, one of the cool things about this studio used to be that they had a program with a nearby pilates studio which let us use their apparatus. Apparently, the studio's new trainer is having none'o'that as she prefers the
Gyrotonics method. Now if the name alone doesn't strike a strange fear into you, then behold:

The words Gynecological Torture Device should never pop into anyone's head. Ever.The minute I walked into that room it took every ounce of courage I boast to not run away, or ask to be excused for a change of pants. I did, however, excuse myself as this was the same day as the above mentioned Getting Sick incident and promptly went home to have a few dozen nightmares.
Now I realise I have yet to write about Halloween in New York City, and that is because it was so fucking ridiculously awesome that it loses awesomeness unless it's accompanied by pictures. So when Isa gets around to that, you will have my screaming, hysterical I-haven't-celebrated-Halloween-since-I-w
as-twelve fangirling.
Also, even though November has barely begun, Nutcracker season is once again starting to edge upon us. You can tell because there's usually
some room locked with a girl crying inside of it. This year I can't participate since I'm going to Brasil, but alas. Because I ended up having to drop some school stuff, I'm at least getting to go into the studio more often during the day, and one of our teachers offered to go through one of the variations with me since mornings are a bit slower save for the company classes.
And finally, school stuff is actually pretty crappy. I actively despise fashion, it's true. A bigger empty and generally hollow community does not exist on this earth. I feel like it's slowly sucking the soul out of me, and yet I don't know. Because I'm keeping myself busy with stuff I like.. I'm actually surviving through it really well. It's the weirdest feeling, knowing you would ordinarily be depressed or upset and well.. Not. I'm actually still the happiest I've been in a very long time, I'm optimistic and confident and having a lot of fun. But it's a valuable experience, and next week I'm setting up an interview with another school. I went into fashion because I wanted to design costumes, I love the ability to tell stories through colours and shapes and I love research, but in fashion (at least in the AI) there is absolutely none of that, it's all focused on a broken Industry made up of equally broken people. But now I feel like I finally know what I want to do, what was missing from both InterRe and Fashion. Now I just need to sit down and crack down on my portfolio.
So while it's been fun, this has been one hell of an exhausting week!
Oh, and it cannot be said enough. Mad Men is fucking
awesome. I don't get the hullabaloo over the writers being women, it seems really obvious to me that they are. Don Draper is what every woman envisions as a sex God and the perfect man (yes, even with the affairs,) and every woman in that series wields an insane amount of power and control. Sometimes I find it to be really glaring how much wish fulfillment goes on in this series, but then I'm promptly reminded this is little Gen Y me watching a series essentially about our grandparents having sex. The only tough part about Mad Men is that it's such a good series, but how, exactly, do you pitch it to friends? "Oh dude, Mad Men is
awesome, you should totally check it out!" "What's it about?" "People who work for an advertising agency." "...And?" "...And. Uh. And. ...Our grandparent's generation having lots of sex?" It's like the most exciting boring show I've ever seen.