A week in the life of me...blah blah blah

Started working on an art project that involves taking pics of myself everyday. It's kinda cool...and I always wanted to do this kinda. Just needed an excuse. Only prob is I have to do it no matter how crappy I look, so these arent necessarily outfit pics.

Few days after I dyed my hair "natural reddish blonde". Also the first dayI got to wear my winter coat...so that was exciting. (Same one from last year, so no not really that exciting.) Also today I decided that I'm not drinking anymore.

Now this is super exciting, getting ready to leave for the Dethklok concert! Wore my Rodarte inspired stockings with my Stuart Weitzman ballerina flats. Turned out to be the best night of my life. Die for Dethklok!!! (Though I'm pissed off that my hair color has already washed out. I want to be ginger, not strawberry fucking blonde!)

Really boring work outfit. This day sucked...I ended up hating this outfit more as the day went on, the pieces separate are great they just sucked in combination with each other. Plus I need to learn already that whenever I wear gray I hate it. And I did a shitty job on my makeup. Also cause I had to be at work at 6 a.m. Barf.

A little bit better today. Kept it simple with my angora/silk sweater I found at Salvation Army. Wore stupid gray legwarmers again thinking maybe I wouldnt hate them but...no shit, I did.

Super cold, and leaving for work at 5 a.m. again. Finally got my shit together and am wearing appropriately colored leg warmers (black).

My hair is pissing me off so trying to distract with disgusting amounts of my signature ballerina pink shit.

Why is smiling so painful for me? Like no joke, I really hate it. Some people smile all the time but it takes a significant amount of effort for me. This is prob why boys are scared of me. Idiots.

Three days later I came back home after a failing miserably at sobriety. I am raindrenched and my hair looks stupid. Today I dyed my hair and felt better. Also...have a terrible cold. Alcohol and cold meds combined are probably really bad for you but I'm not caring.

Dead by dawn!!! Dead by dawn!!!

Paying tribute to my favorite (and the greatest) movie ever made: the Evil Dead II.

Paint is still wet...

-Giselle <3<3<3

It's fall in chicago.

Time to become goth again! : D

So in the spirit, I took a very blurry dark and atmospheric pic of a really boring outfit. Spooky!

The hair and makeup are what make it, I made sort of a bruised eye effect with mac black eyeshadow. Wouldnt it be nice if you could actually see it?

For the hair...grow your roots out until their half the length or your hair, don't touch up your dye job, just let it become as brassy as possible. Then just backcomb until it's huge. And hairspray it. Exquisite!

-Giselle <3<3<3

Beehive day 2

I didnt have any friggin' time in the morning ok?! Sometimes you have to recycle.

I probably could have stood to use some dry shampoo...but I think it held up pretty well other than that.

I need more tattoos soon.

$owch$

This is the Giselle version of the Amy Winehouse bee hive.

Don't let the look of serenity in my last pic fool you. I am very angry!

Whole Foods Market decided that they actually DON'T like piercings...so all of the mods I got while working there over the past FOUR YEARS had to be taken out.

My snakebites had to be bent out with hot pliers. That shit hurt. The septum ring wasnt as big a deal, but still needed all sorts of scary looking metal instruments to loosen. Then I had to get retainers and jewelry that could be removed or hidden easily, so I can still look like a freak show on my own time.

All in all, that cost me around $80.

As you've probably guessed, I'm fucking ecstatic.

-Giselle <3<3<3

It's my thing.

I've been working on this book for over two years now, and it shows no signs of slowing down.

-Giselle <3<3<3

New tat indeed!

Turns out I'm really shitty at taking pics of my own leg. Who the fuck knew???

It goes:

"And his tears mingled with the
still waters of the peat bog...

I brought you something darling!

And he saw clay fingers
protruding from the mud!

I love you still!"

Just a little piece from one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite bands...

...which would be: Horse on the moor, by the Deadfly Ensemble.

I highly recommend you give it a listen.


-Giselle <3<3<3