i count shutter speeds to go to sleep instead of sheep.

The heater in my bedroom doesn’t work & an art stool as your only chair looks cool but is unstable.

I am obsessed with my work so much that I begin to dream in black and white, with umbrella-covered lights in each of the corners.

I am drowning in art and I do not want to resurface.

Being in art school is constantly inspiring and it makes me want to do more and more and more. The problem is I do not have the resources I want. For example I want a vacant empty large white floored, brick wall studio, multiple models of all looks, all the fashionable clothes in the world (for my models and for me) and every sort of lighting studio equipment possible. (If anyone can provide me with any of these, please feel free to contact me immediately through all sources of communication techniques.) I am producing bodies of work weekly, getting stressed over the perfect shot, and wanting to shoot more.

Ah. It is wonderful.

Where do I even begin to fill you in with the crazy/many events that have encountered my life in the passed week? Let’s start off with The Haberdash.

About a month ago I entered a quick easy contest in SF Weekly for this men’s fashion-thing-that-I-knew-nothing-about. I quickly forgot about it because lots of people liked the post on Facebook; there was no way that I was going to win.

Last Tuesday after class there was an email in my inbox from SF Weekly with the subject header “Congratulations.” Instantly I thought it was spam, but I opened it anyway out of curiosity. Inside was the great surprise of two tickets to the Haberdash: “a celebration of men’s fashion and style.” The tickets were sixty dollars apiece and who got them for free? THIS GIRL.

After corresponding with the nice email lady, my name was put on the special people list.  

Wednesday night, Kayleigh and I adventured to the “hipster convention.”

Bow ties and Movember mustaches lined the sides of the building.

We skipped passed them, got our hands stamped, our names checked off the SPECIAL GUEST list (let me tell you, having them look up my name, saying “Miss Rotermund and plus one?” in front of lines of eager fashion sexual demons was the coolest feeling. It was like movie status, gettin’ in da clubs, droppin’ da namez and shiz.) Inside was a large dance floor area, a lit up enthusiastic bar, a runway, photo booth, and a DJ up on another level (like a god of music peering down on us playing Sky Ferreira’s “Everything is Embarrassing” making my night even better.) The night went as follows: fashion show (with many flamboyant sex symbols parading in nice tuxedos, ties, slacks, and oxfords,) SF local’s the A B & the Sea (folk/pop band) and LA native’s Wildcat! Wildcat! (the oddest looking mismatched to what they sound like band of awesomeness.)

I took over three thousand images (all of which can be seen at www.facebook.com/verbphoto) here are just a few:

Yes please.

No, this is not a man working a sexy set of stilettos. Yes it is a woman wearing a men's inspired attire working heels down the runway.

Matthew Mcconaughey much?

He had the swagger down. A sway to the left, now to the write, stare at the girl in the front to make her uncomfortably excited, stare to her boyfriend, flash the jacket, turn, walk. 

A B & The Sea. So cute, so humble.

Rwar, Wildcat!

 The night to follow Emme, Phoebe, Savannah, and I walked down to the Rickshaw Stop, waiting in line freezing, all in the glorious honor to see Sky Ferreira and Diamond Rings in concert (to which we bought tickets for weeks prior.)

the ladies.

Sky is grungy and wonderful. I melted as I screamed my lungs up my throat and sung terribly to every word, while dancing hard (and rather well if I may boast.) DId i mention we were front row?! We were so close, we could tell she had goosebumps and forgot to shave her knees! 

Diamond Rings is just as exciting live as you would imagine them to be while listening to them on CD. Nothing like a crazy Canadian sweating in a white tuxedo to get you in the mood to jump up and down.

Also, here is a taste of Sky Ferreira’s “Everything’s Embarrassing” music video. She is lovely & everyone should know of her.

So many fun events in so little time!

 I also forgot to mention that the week of Halloween my lovely Mother & Sister came to visit me for a surprise girl’s weekend! It was simply wonderful to play and laugh hard with these two ladies. We went all over, including the Golden Gate Bridge.

my best friends.

pearl "scene" girls.

There is only five weeks left in the semester. Can you believe it? I almost died when my professor gave us the outline for our final projects today.  My finals are going to be huge and hopefully exactly how I am imagining them. I do not want to give any hints or ideas out just in case they don’t go as planned.

I can’t jinx myself when all this creative blood is pumping through my system!

In future Verbaledudette news, I think I am going to bring back Verbaledudette’s Gift Guide. This means that if you stumble upon something that you think would be great items to advertise for the holiday spirit send me an email or post it on www.facebook.com/verbaledudette!

I hope you have a wonderful rest of your Tuesday! xoxo

i am not a robot

Title: Marina & the Diamonds 

San Francisco has been awkwardly hot the passed two days. People are in a panic. It is almost the next War of the Worlds as people try to go outside in sweaters and realize it is too hot. Pale skin is exposed rawly to the beams of the cloudless sun rays. There is no fog in sight. It has gone missing. I wore a strapless dress and nothing else today. I read my text books in the sunshine on Union Square Plaza. I am in a wonderful mood today and I thank helio-therapy. 

October has begun, just incase you did not know. Fall is here, the leaves should be changing, and the orange yellows and browns should be making their seasonal appearances on the wardrobes that walk to the streets to and from the coffee shops and work. 

To get into the holiday spirit, my family treated me (literally) to some fun packages. Yesterday I got a can in the mail. A soup sized can. As i opened it I was shocked to find there was no chicken noodle broth mixture, but a cute little note, candies, vampire fangs, black sparkle metallic nail polish, and boo mallow marshmallows. This was all from my sister. She even made me wait to open it until she could watch me do it on skype. Two and a half hours later I had finished all the candies and was almost in tears as I bid my sister (dressed in surgeon gear may I add) goodbye. She made my day.

Now I was coming home from class, I approached the doors, and the security guard couldn't wait to get out "Audrey, you have another package!" She was excited as she pulled out an orange box with pumpkin stickers and my Mother's handwriting. The minute I saw it, I knew my school teaching perfect handwriting too cute for words Mama had sent me something that no other college student would ever recieve. I rushed to my room, tore open the tape (which took longer than it should of. note to you: i had tape and envelopes) and almost died as i held halloween decorations in my hand. Mama sent me bats to put on the wall! With help from Emme and Phoebe, we now have bats flying from the mirror, to the door, and over to my neighbors door. We are the envy of the dorm. People have visited from other floors just to see the magic. People have offered me money to send to my mom so she can buy them some. I can confidently say that I have the best Mom in the world. No joke. 

I love Tuesdays because I have my favorite class, with my favorite teacher. I started my day getting a latte from Sugar Cafe, sipping it while I critiqued/analyzed/observed/argued about photographs as the sun rose through the windows for participation points. My class loved my final prints of different perspectives of Emme. I will give you the link once I post them, but I am incredibly proud of my work. Our next assignment is to shoot form and narrative. I love pieces that scream stories, provoke questions, make you want to know more. I have the perfect idea in my mind right now, it is hard to explain, so just cross your fingers and I will show you the final piece. 

I printed out my resume today and I am ready to turn it in to a coffee shop five blocks from my house. Cross your fingers. 

I am going to end this post with a product review. Now, before coming here my Mother and I were shopping at good ol' Costco. It was here that we stumbled upon some new razors for my shaver. They didn't need shower cream, it was like built onto it. You know what I mean? Well they work great, but they get sticky, they never dry, and they melt every time you get it wet. They only lasted a few shower uses and the little plastic piece that surrounds the blade actually fell off when i picked it up this morning. Although they are cute. Do not buy them. 

Ciao Bellas. xoxo 

i think i have gotten more inspirational and sappy over here.

Well well well. What a beautiful saturday in this lovely city today has turned out to be. I woke up naturally, took a shower, wore comfortable yet chic clothes, and walked down to the bay with my roomies (and across the hall homies.) I have not laughed so hard in a very long time. Dinner was delicious. We just finished the watching "It is kind of a funny story" which was adorable. I took a few photos while we were down at Pier 14, posted below. 

I love the buildings. they are simply inspiring. also, every time I look up while walking down a big city street I instantly hear "sweet disposition" by the Temper Trap. (For those of you who don't know, that song is practically the theme song for my favorite movie "500 Days of Summer" and is first introduced when the leading male is talking about architecture.) 

At the street fair. This man was making a ring. 

Above is a very talented charcoal artist. I love the characters this city has to provide. 

Roommates. Are they not beautiful? On the left is Savannah and Phoebe next to her. Below is Kayleigh. 

This is the bay bridge. Beautiful sail boats passed our way. 

(Yes, the carried beautiful sailor boys too, but my lens did not capture their beauty fast enough because I was too busy picking my jaw up off the dock.)

Meet Paisley. 

See lives across the hall from me. She is simply stylish and a class act with a non stop laughable humor. 

Also, her favorite book is Perks of Being a Wallflower, which gives her many extra points because that is also my favorite book.

I think this guy had a really hard night last night, or maybe even morning. He looked like he stepped on the dock to sort out lives problems and his only companion was a cigarette. 

He looked like he had a story to tell. 

Part of me wishes I had asked what it was. 

The dock lines. Nothing like symmetry right after lunch. 

Cute cute Phoebe. 

No matter how old you get, you still believe you can fly. 

Savannah throwing her arms in the air and the chair spud her around. 

This is exactly how our day was, carefree happiness. 

Sometimes, like all the time, I cannot believe that I actually live here and have the opportunities I do. 

the sleeping beauties of this city. 

This young boy, maybe ten years of age, carried the soul of a sixty year old jazz player. He tapped his foot to a rhythm, while his lips pursed against a black taped trumpet. 

I hope he makes it far. I would pay to see him perform. 

And finally: the ladies. 

Today was just simply sweet. Filled with good times and good people. 

My horoscope was right, things are looking up and I do have so much to be thankful for. 

xoxo

call it A.D.D but I call it lack of motivation.

My hiatus from writing was not because I did not have anything to say. Due to the redesign of my template for this blog, I could not find out how to re login. A pathetic blonde moment mixed with my inability to understand technology for more than a few minutes. Call it A.D.D but I call it lack of motivation.

I started my job. With burned fingertips, sweat, and hair sprayed bangs, I have been doing my job as breakfast waitress. Good news is that they have not fired me yet, bad news is that I am not very good at this whole get up every morning and go to work like normal people who want an income. I ride the train downtown each morning before the sun winks behind the mountains. Dressed in a men’s shirt, fish tie, and a black vest, I report for duty. Only one piece of toast has been dropped in the two weeks I have been considered an employee. I have yet to be asked for my number, but I hope my movie moment will appear one day.

The air is incredibly dry today. Gaping like fish without water I sweat and watch as my eyeliner makes it way from my eyes down my cheek. 

the first impression rose

Happy Friday the thirteenth and here is a toast to the weekend that is about to come. Also, let’s open that figurative keg and poor me a figurative glass of beer in celebration to the finishing of my first week at a real university. Yahoo, I cannot believe I made it. I met a lot of new people, no that is a lie, I SAW a lot of new people this week, got lost more than once and did not ask for directions or look at a map (which would advertise my newbie status if I did,) and I parked in the student zone with my new permit in a lot that is more than freezing away from my destination. Ah, isn’t college grand? No, really, it was a very good week, and I am going to tell you all about it.

In order for me to give you a glimpse at my first week, we are going to play a little game of The Bachelor: Back to School Edition.

Now for those of you who do not watch that dreadfully addicting sort of television, let me give you a little background on what happens in the first episode.   The show begins with me:

The eligible, sweet, hopeless leaner, who is just looking for someone to spend the rest of my educational semester with. I am dying to be happy and find that perfect professor. I wait, in the student union, to meet the lovely educators who want to be mine and teach me everything their little minds have to offer through compassion and textbook readings.

In each class I meet a contestant and they try to make a first impression on me. See, at the end of the week (today) I give out the “first impression rose” to the professor I want to really learn more in their class with. It is critical to get a rose on the first night, or else I will drop the class and that professor has to make the walk of shame and cry in front of a camera. It is a dramatic experience and I have to make a very difficult decision. But before that happens, let’s meet the educators: 

First is Norman Elliot from Intro to Interpersonal Communication.

This may not be an actual picture of Norm, but he sure does look like him (with a little extra pounds. making his sweater stretch and his buttons weaken) Norm is a funny, video clip, open guy who is always willing to communicate his emotions and tell you what they mean.

Next to walk in the union is Mister Foundations of Business, Richard Dunie.

Richard likes to teach classes that have an eighty boy to ten girl ratio. He also likes pointing out that old Dickenson does not think that Harry Potter is educational reading. His downfall is his lack of knowledge of how to set up a computer to the projector.

Coming from the building of BEH is the discussion leader for Analysis of Argument, Maurianna Shelbourn.

Mauri may just be an aid, but with her wild red locks (not demonstrated in the photograph because that is really not her) and the piercing that looks out of place on her left eye brow, we know that she will keep it awkward and go “beyond the textbook.”

Stopping by during my lunchtime is Argument Analyzer, Michael Middleton.

This guy is younger than the picture shows because the picture is actually a visual representation of his non-related name twin, the father of the new young bride of England. He is excited about his job and likes to roam around the auditorium while teaching.

Late night movie geek, Chris Lippard with Intro to Film comes with not only a scarf but also an English accent:

He may teach a four hour class that ends at ten, but his movie choice is wide and entertaining. It includes everything from Citizen Kane to The Big Lebowski. He does not like to sit on tables because they are not chairs.

And last, but not least is Natalie Nyman, the discussion cow girl of Intro to Interpersonal:

She may look like Dj Tanner from full house, but this girl has a ring on her left finger and love for asking what your favorite food is. She also is an early riser and when she has nothing to say, she lets you go early. What a gal! (Please note the picture is really Dj Tanner and not Natalie.)

Now that we have met our educators, it is time for me to get to know them through their classes. And YOU, as a reading audience, get to read the inside scoops. We begin on a Monday. . .

My first class of the college experience was Intro to Interpersonal. This class is all about the communication between people and what it all means. I walked out realizing that every person we meet we form a relationship with, weather it be long lasting or short lived.

That evening I went to Business Foundations. It was here that Channing Tatum’s look a like sat three chairs away from me (that is why is picture is included in the cast shot shown earlier.) I even made a friend in this class, her name is Crystal (I think) and she wants me to take photographs of her babies at a cheap price. Oh, the class is about the foundations of business and we learned about Christopher Columbus and his “native employees.”

Tuesday, the only class I got to spend time in was with Suzy Q (aka Maurianna.) This class was kind of pointless because it was the discussion class to a class that I had yet to attend. The people with me included professional glass blowers and a girl who looked sweet but actually likes to hunt and kill deer.

Wednesday I had a second chance to get to know the Interpersonal educator. It was nice to get some more time before this final decision.

On Thursday, I was taught about arguments and how to analyze them. The most surprising thing about this class so far is that I actually know someone in it! Madi answered a question and all though she was sitting behind me, I knew it was her voice.

That night, I watched Citizen Kane in my Intro to Film class where I was encouraged not to take any notes because he will give us the notes already typed up.

And today, my final class of the week was getting to know Natalie for Intro to Interpersonal.  All we did was some slight awkward introductions and were released thirty minutes early. I could not believe that I woke up early, took a shower, and got presentable, ran to class in the cold, and then sat there for twenty minutes only to be told we could leave cause there was nothing else to say.

After meeting each professor, I sat down in my kitchen, all alone, eating wheat thins, and made a critical decision.

Tonight, I give the first impression rose to Chris Lippard with Intro to Film. He was enthusiastic and funny and I cannot wait to spend the rest of the semester with him.

Chris, will you accept this rose?

xoxo

nothing about my appearance today is attractive.

 I seriously feel like crap and probably express my feelings in my outfit and make up. I put eye shadow on in the dark. Yes, that would explain why i have "soft creme" sparkles everywhere but my eye lids. (At least my mascara isn't speckled below my eyes and on my cheeks like Raggedy Ann's freckles.) I wore my man sweater today and for you who don't know me well enough to understand what my outfits are saying- i only wear my man sweaters when i don't feel wonderful or when i am extremely exhausted and cold. (or when i am on the skateboarding tour cause there... it looks hot, but that is besides the point.) My hair is in a floppy bun because  I woke up with my hair in all different directions and a "bump it" s large as Kim Kardashian's rear end. When I walked out of my room my Mother yelled "IT'S ALIVIE" and ran and hid under her bed shaking. I looked just like Amy Winehouse when she was imprisoned. Some girl even told me that halloween was last week but "your costume is great." (not really but they were thinking it. I could tell in their little razor beamed eyes.)


I need to sleep.
xoxo