This bookshelf I just bought...

Is so, FUCKING, ugly.  Well, ladies and gents', I guess that's why you don't buy a $35 bookshelf from Wallyworld.  I thought about purchasing a simple bookshelf from Ikea, but it was double the price of the one from walmart.com.  The picture on wally world's website didn't show exactly how fucking ugly and cheap this piece of shit that I ordered was, so you can imagine how taken aback I was when I pulled it's pieces out of the box.  Alas, there is no turning back now that I have assembled it and placed my shoes on it.  Besides, I suppose that with some sprucing up on my behalf it will look fine.  I will throw a drape or paint something on the ugly backside (exposed, ply-wood color CARDBOARD).  Yes, and I thought ikea was poor quality... at least the back of the ikea wardrobe was plywood, this bookshelf's back is fucking cardboard... are you kidding me?!  Oh well.  Live and learn.  I will throw it out when I move again anyhow.  Now I am scared just contemplating the quality of that $25 floor-mirror I ordered from Amazon.com.... yikes!  The older I get the more that saying, "you get what you pay for," rings true.  Think about it... it's kind of like the fun, novelty fashion items from forever21 that fall apart after 3 wears, even though they are super cute when you first get them.  This analogy also applies to food.  There is a time and a place for everything, and if you're not paying a higher price for say, seafood, you should probably question what kind of freshness or quality it will have.  It's like when you're drunk in Oneonta and your friend drags you to Denny's and you order the salmon fillet for only $10. When the fish comes out salty as fuck and still frozen in the middle, just remind yourself that you get what you pay for.  Hopefully you will learn your lesson and order the loaded fries from Denny's next time.  In my case, I've learned my lesson and next time I make any sort of purchase from walmart, it will be for laundry detergent or Maybelline mascara.   Sigh, the older I get the more dis-enchanting this world becomes.

In other news, I walked out on an open interview last week at Cwonder.  I got a call from upper management after submitting my resume, and they invited me to a 'job fair' of sorts in the Time Warner building location.  If you're not familiar with the store, it is like if J-Crew and an old lady from South Beach Florida's house made a baby... bright colors, and classic, American, east-coast prep.  AKA... NOT my style.  I was sitting on a couch and had been waiting patiently for about 45 minutes (we wrote our names on clip boards upon entering the premises, and we had to wait for the the person giving the interviews to call us in groups of three), when yet another Jackson Five song came on.  I started looking at the fake smiles on the associate's faces, and observed that they wore their jeans cuffed, the same way we did at Mollister.  I took in the preppy, pink button up shirts they were wearing, and the rich old ladies shopping.  I started getting very, very bad vibes.  Suddenly, a feeling of empowerment came over me, and I thought 'fuck it.'  I don't need to work yet another dead-end retail job at a store I loathe just to make money.  I have enough funds to take my time in finding another job, and that is exactly what I intend to do.  Don't get me wrong, I do want to find a job ASAP, but I can afford to say 'no' to the wrong jobs at this moment in my life.  We will see what happens though.  I definitely don't want to be kicking myself 3 months from now as I sit rolling change to scrape together rent... been there, done that. hahaha.  I think we have all had a time in our lives where we contemplate jumping off a bridge rather than calling our parents to grovel and beg for money, and I would like to hope those days are far behind me at this stage in my life.

I applied for a few jobs this morning and then spent the afternoon contemplating my Halloween costume and assembling this cheap ass book shelf (now, a semi-awesome shoe display).

The wardrobe along with the book/shoe shelf separate the bedroom area... I am going to put some battery-powered, flameless candles on top of the black shelf to balance out the heights and add some extra ambiance. hahaha.  

Shoes... a thing of beauty. 

So, regarding the Halloween situation this year, I'm still not positive what I am doing.  I feel like this always happens to me.  I haven't had a legitimate Halloween game plan in as long as I can remember.  However, that doesn't stop this costume bitch from coming up with a new and exciting costume each year.  I probably should just recycle last year's Black Swan costume... I really did spend a lot of time making it (yes, I hand sewed my own goddamn tutu) and perfecting the eye makeup.  I was actually in the city for Halloween last year and there was some freak inclement weather that prevented me from going out.  It started snowing and so instead of baring my fine ass for all the world to see, my boyfriend and friends went to Jin and binged on three dollar sushi rolls and glasses of wine.  I'm not complaining. haha.  Seeing as how I have been forced, by lack of cable, to keep watching the same dvds, I had Corpse Bride on the brain.  Just the other night I dreamed I was getting married in a very, Tim Burton-esque wedding and Danny Elfman was playing the music.  So today, as I was sitting here dreaming of owning a full-body length mirror and trying to get my mind off of those expensive riding pants from American Apparel, I decided to fuck around with my make up.  This was the result:

I think I may be the Corpse Bride for Halloween.  I will need some blue, temporary hair mascara, and I need to collect my white costuming make up and liquid latex (for the scars) next time I am home... but I am truly excited for the prospect of becoming my favorite animated character.  It will also give me an excuse to buy a white corset.  If you know me, you know my sick obsession with lingerie... I already own a red corset (used for little red riding hood, two Halloweens ago) and a black one (used last year for the Black Swan), so a white one is a much needed acquisition in my closet!!!!   Also, please ignore the festive, lemon headband I am wearing... haha.  I will make a headband of flowers.  Furthermore, my impromptu veil was created courtesy of the lace, American Apparel dress which I have yet to wear. What's wrong with me?  I just have too much fun dressing up.  I think it is because my mom refused to let me be a princess for Halloween when I was younger.  If I ever have a daughter, or even a gay son, I will never hesitate to indulge their desire to dress up in play heels or tutus every day.  

I will leave you with a picture of the sunset from this past weekend when my friend was visiting.  This was the good omen of the wild night on the town we ended having Friday:

Nothing like that afternoon view from the terrace :D