happy november 18th!

Every year (for the passed two years) I have posted this video. Today is November 18th, aka Have Sex with a Guy with a Mustache Day!

Ladies, you too can help celebrate Movember!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GudcxvmHoyQ&feature=share

Enjoy! xo

right as rain

I write a lot when it’s raining.

It is just something I do – along with writing in coffee shops, about the coffee shops, while it’s raining.

No, this post is not being written at coffee shop, but it is raining.

So yes, it kind of fits in the theme.

I am sitting in my bed.

For those of you who have just caught on to this sensation, or for those of you who forgot, my bed is located underneath some else (it’s a bunk bed. I’m not literally sleeping underneath someone’s bed) and that bed also occupies a room with three other beds. I am the only one awake, which is a surprise because usually computer screens light up the small corners of the room way passed this hour.

It’s raining outside, rather hard actually. I can tell by the blur of the orange light on the building across the road and can hear the deep sloshing of fast paced vehicles on the busy streets. I wish I could throw all the windows open and write this while sitting in the middle of the room with the only light being the criss cross stripes of light from the windows on the walls.

My roommates do not believe in fresh air.

They also do not believe in opened blinds passed five o clock.

I think I write when it’s raining because the rain makes me nostalgic. It doesn’t make me sad.

 It makes me remember.

Remember the good times, the rough patches, the moments I wouldn’t change anything, the times I wish would have gone differently. This nostalgic feeling makes me feel like I need to share something. I don’t really want to share those memories though. So I come here, to this public domain, and describe in detail the objects around me. (We all remember the coffee garden posts where I pick apart the tastes, the smells, and the sites. Or how about me sitting at the dining room table talking about the lights and how bright they are against my parent’s studious faces.)

Posts like these are not really for you.

They are not informative about my life or the latest tunes those cool kids are listening to these days.

Posts like these are really for me.

They are something that the minute I start to write, usually introducing it with a poorly executed introduction, I cannot stop. My fingers constantly clicking keys, pressing onward quickly, not thinking about what I am going to write next, just writing down the thoughts as they present themselves no matter what shape or form.

My spelling is even more atrocious in these posts than usual. The page of text, first written in Word Document, is lined with red and green squiggles under misspelled words and unorganized thoughts. As my spelling gets worse, my vocabulary heightens and I randomly through in words like “executed” and “atrocious,” These thesauruses like words are often used wrong, kind of like my speech when I am nervous or not thinking before speaking.

It takes longer to spell check the document than to actually write it.

There is no music playing, no headphones on, no bar’s stereo turned up to loudly, but yet a song is tuning through my ears. It’s not a particular artist, chorus or key, but a combination of the rain, the street side laughter, and the quick click of the keys.

I hope my music isn’t disturbing my roommates.

I think this post that was originally brought on by the rain, which brought on the nostalgia, was also brought on by the idea that I will not be home for thanksgiving.

In Italy, I didn’t really notice that I missed it.

Yes, I took in the fact that my entire family was joining together to eat and laugh and unbutton their pants secretly at the table. But I was in a country who didn’t know what the holiday was and the time difference made the at home celebration seem like something that happened while I was sleeping and I just missed it.

That I just didn’t wake up in time.  

Not here. Here I see everything. Plans about where everyone is going and whom they are spending it with. I understand the reasons for me not going home – I don’t have a break from school and it isn’t worth it. But I still feel a bit homesick. I miss the company and warmth my family contributes. Even Skype sometimes can radiate their heat just by seeing their smiles.

Rain is my favorite weather. It is cleansing, simple, illuminating, and crisp. It is new. It is familiar.

I like to write when it’s raining. To me, it is inspiring.

Goodnight/Good Morning.

Have a wonderful Sunday.

I miss you.

Xo 

a call of desperation

My sister is supportive of my love of writing this blog, she just likes to look at the pictures more than read anything and often the emailed copy of my text sits in her inbox for a few weeks before she glances at it. It's fine, really. Really you guys, it's fine. IT"S FINE.

Anyways, so with that background information in mind, when I received a late night text last night that read "i think it's time this is put on Verbaledudette." I knew that what I am about to share with you was important information.

Ladies and Gents, my sister is in a contest to be a model for Delia's Magazine and she needs your help. ALL OF YOU (however many that may be.)

All you have to do is follow this link to Facebook.

https://apps.facebook.com/offerpop/Contest.psp?c=227208&u=18549&a=254553244581393&p=7815319716&v=Entry&id=717394&rest=1 

Look at her darling face in this picture:

Read the inspiration quote on the right side about what makes her beautiful:

Then press vote!

If you feel so inclined to (as you should) you can send it to all your buddies. Also, you may vote once every twenty four hours.

So vote! and Vote often!

Because we all want to see this darling girl on the pages of this magazine she buys everything she owns from and is the practical reason why they are still in business.

(Also, the beginning was very dramatic. Gabrielle is not a bitch, she reads my stuff (occasionally more than mentioned) and was used for a thrilling post entry. I was going to use "It was a dark and stormy night" but come on.. to mainstream!)

xoxo

fabulous team of luke skywalkers

I found this video and could not wait to share! (i put the link up because I know some of you email receivers do not get the embedded video and I do not want any of you to miss out on this excellence!)

http://www.collegehumor.com/video/6846855/gay-men-will-marry-your-girlfriends

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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