Blog Frustrations

Well, I found out today that my previous template decided to become broken, and being the *ahem* computer genius that I am, I didn't know how to fix it.

So back to the old layout I went until the issue could be resolved.

I looked and looked and looked for different layouts that I liked - ones I thought would fit the essence of all that is my blog. And I found quite a few of them. But again, being the computer genius that I am, all the files were zipped and I had no idea how to unzip them!! *heavy sigh* So I went about scouring the internet world for blog templates already in XML format so my poor little brain didn't explode.

Then I found a blog called Yummy Lolly who has created a plethora of blog templates. ALL ZIPPED FILES! I wanted to pull my hair out.

And then she explained how to unzip the file.

My hair was saved the tragedy of being yanked from my skull and Prince was spared the tragedy of having a bald girlfriend.

But I gave up finding a Lolly Design that I absolutely wanted, and I resorted to another site - where I found the blog template I have now. I think it fits my theme okay, but I would like to remind my readers that I am in fact a girl and according to Shania Twain I can change my mind a million times.

Anyway, it's been a long day and it's time for this old girl to turn in.

off to
dreamland
i go

It's A Clay Thing

In my Artistic Hell Design Processing 121 class we have to create our own world. Well, it's not really your world because the world you created you gave to someone else in return for their world, but it's all the same to a fish.

So in my world that I'm creating, my organisms are freaky creatures that have no hands or arms. Instead, their feet and legs double as hands and arms (which personally I think is a cool concept). Anyway, I originally drew their houses to look more like houses, but my prof asked me how they would make the house look that way if they didn't have any arms.

I thought it was a good question. Revisions transpired and I came up with something a little more hut-like in it's finite existence.

Exhibit numero uno:

This is the clay phase. I went to *cough*Wally World*cough*cough* and bought come Crayola air dry white clay. I was going to get Moon Sand, but I didn't know how well that would work, and when I found this stuff, well, all bets were off.

I let it sit over night so that the clay would dry before I painted it to make it look like clay *cough*. You see, in my newly discovered planet the ground is made of clay and there aren't very many trees, so I can't make the hut out of wood.

Unfortunately when I awoke the next morning, the clay had cracked and pieces had fallen off. Enter everyone's favorite Hot Glue Gun!

Exhibit Nummer Zwei:

I going to hope for the best with the hot glue gun. So far so great though. It seems durable enough to hold the clay together. Oh please don't let me jinx it......

Aren't my hot glue gun skills just the bomb? I mean really. That is a BA glue gun job. Admit it. Especially the top picture where I had to piece it all together like a poorly made puzzle. Ha, ha.

After the hot glue dried, I figured it was time to paint this sucker. So I grabbed Prince Charming's paints that I conveniently thieved from his dorm room and sponge painted three poop like colors to camouflage my horrid completely awesome glue job.

Exhibit three:

I think it slightly resembles a poorly crafted chocolate cake frosting, but it gets the message across that "HEY! This is CLAY!"

And I mixed three brown colors, so I'm just a little bit proud of myself. :-)

Clearly I deserve an A.

Swine Flu Hysteria

It's getting slightly out of hand:



My parents sent this to me in an e-mail. I bursted out with laughter in front of a baffled Prince Charming. When I finally turned the screen his way I got a "Wow" response with a large hint of are-you-kidding-me-that's-retarded overtone.

And then he realized it's piglet.

*cough*

The Applied Theory

Meet Darth:

He is single, sexy, and loves long walks on the beach. Nevermind that he's just a skull, it's not important.

So in Art 111 we were supposed to draw skulls by covering our pages in Charcoal (or graphite, as the case may be) and show different values by lifting off the charcoal with an eraser.

I am loath to draw skulls.

I didn't like doing it in contour lines - and I certainly don't like doing it now. Though I must admit that I am far more in love with this skull than my previous.

During the drawing process I had the skull mostly completed, but I had lacked in the fabric department on which the skull was placed. My prof told me that there is a subject and ground, and depending on the composition of your subject-ground, you could say certain things with your art. So I needed to draw the fabric because if I just left the skull in a void, it would make the viewer feel uncomfortable. Understandable.

Enter extreme whit and philosophy from my Art 205 class.

"So then I don't need to draw the fabric," I said. "What if I want to make the viewer feel uncomfortable because I don't like drawing skulls and drawing them makes me feel uncomfortable."

He told me that was a good point and he couldn't argue with it.

BOOM SHAKA LAKA.

P.S. I had to draw the fabric anyway.

Wordful Wednesday - a first attempt

I've never taken part of MamaKat's Writer's Workshop. I've never participated in the Wordful Wednesday at Seven Clown Circus. But I suppose that it's never to late for a first try, so here it goes. There is a theme this week I suppose, but I don't know if there's a theme every week.

However, today we are supposed to talk about a trip we've taken. I've traveled a lot in my 19 years, which I absolutely love. I enjoy visiting new places and going back to old ones again and again. I've been to Canada, Mexico, Germany and a variety of other states, including Alaska. But today I feel like posting pictures from my Germany trip because it was oh so deliciously entertaining and awesome.

There are a lot of pictures from my trip because we spent over two weeks there, traveling around Southern Germany. We started in Frankfurt and visited a TON of smaller towns. I absolutely loved it there and I want to go back some day.

So here are a few pictures of the whole of the trip – minus Dachau because even though Dachau is meaningful, it’s slightly depressing and I kind of want to make this a more upbeat post – if you know what I mean.

Frankfurt - the start of the trip.

Our first German beer - jet lagged and drinking. :-)

This is the majority of how we traveled. I love trains.

Inside a castle courtyard.

A tower in Ulm.

We climbed over 400 stairs to the top :)

This is the Breitachklamm. It was very beautiful.

A sign we found at the Breitachklamm gift store that we thought was hilarious. It says "only small brains need orer, a genius understands chaos!"

This is in Munchin (or Munic if you want to get all American on me). It's at the Hoftbrauhaus which is where all the American tourists go. I didn't actually drink that - it was Jurgen's. But he let me borrow it for a photographic opportunity.

This was outside a museum, but I can't remember what town we were in. It was totally epic though and one of the better rides I've been on. You move the blue paddles up and down to simulate flying. We spent the whole ride trying to flip ourselves upside down.

From there we went to Dachau and a few more towns, such as Baumburg to visit Frau's family. Then we went back to Frankfurt to fly home. I missed it before we even got on the plane. :)

I'm A Labrador

Charcoal is a new discovered love for me.

Prince, on the other hand, can't stand the stuff.

But me? I am IN LOVE.

In my most favorite drawing 111 class that happens magically in time and space of Tuesdays and Thursdays around 3:30 in the PM, we do a lot of charcoal work. Today we did it different though.

Instead of drawing with the charcoal stick to create our still life image, our job was to cover the entire surface area of our paper with charcoal and then proceed to utilize the kneeded eraser to lift the charcoal off the page creating different values - and thus our still life shapes would appear on the page.

Simple enough.

Then our Prof showed us one of the coolest things I've ever seen in my life. It's a rag you use to cover your page in charcoal. And not only does it cover your page - no - it also turns your ENTIRE HAND black. BLACK!

I felt like a dalmation in 101 Dalmations in the part of the movie when they hide from Cruella by disguising themselves in soot. "I'm a Labrador!"

Yes, yes. I was indeed a Labrador for the durration of my class. And so was my friend who graduates in December.

Mature?

You have the wrong party.

And I found out we need to get Strathmore pads of paper - high quality paper than our newprints. Prof brings out the paper we are suppose to get. I turned to DecemberGrad and whisper loudly "I'm SET!"

Not only do I have one of those pads of paper - no - I have four.

Out With The Old, In With The New

Dear Fall,

It seems as though you've been a long time in coming this year, and I must admit I'm rather ready for your golden leaves and crisp morning air. I want to dress in longer sleeved shirts and cute jackets paired with blue jeans and cute shoes. I'm tired of hoping today will be the day I can wear my nice new long sleeved shirts with the amazing thumb holes, just to walk outside and find the weather scorching hot.

Please consult with Summer about her long presence. It seems as though she has slightly outstayed her welcome. I want to be able to walk out of the gym at 8 o'clock at night after running three miles and be refreshed by the chilled air, not feel as though I need to sit in front of a fan for a half hour while my body temperature readjusts itself.


Fall, I have to admit that you haven't always been my favorite season. When it was your turn to visit my corner of the world, that meant school would start up and I would have endless hours of homework that I wasn't in the least bit excited for. However, now that school starts in the end of summer, I'm welcoming your entrance with open arms - and it seems as though you keep dodging your yearly duties.


Please, I beg of you, come back to North Idaho. It's time for apple cider and pumpkins. It's time for golden leaves. It's time hay rides and harvest festivals. I want my camo jacket back. I want to walk outside and feel like it's actually school season - not as though summer is still making me in want of some more lake side tanning time.

My tan is starting to fade.

So Fall, I'm going to send this of with a kiss and a hug and a wish that today will be the first of many days where your chilly weather and pretty mountainsides will charm my soul and bring an autumn worthy peace of mind.

Singing With All The Colors Of The Wind,
Cinderella

Summer Memories

Flip Flops are never out of style.

Infractions

So Prince drove my car a few days ago. This happens a lot lately - me making him drive me places. He doesn't have a car down here at school, and even though I like driving, I'm willing to split the responsability especially when sometimes we're going somewhere because he's the one that wants to go.

Unfortunately the other night when we came home from somewhere...I think Hastings, but whatevs, Prince-y parked the car on the curb in front of our building. Normally this wouldn't be an issue, but apparently he didn't pull close enough to the curb. You see, you are supposed to be less than 18 inches away and apparently we were farther than that.


I had no idea.

The car sat there for four days. I don't drive the car everyday. I maybe drive once or twice a week. If I'd known some jerk of a cop was going to ticket me for everyday even though the ticket never moved off the windshield so it's obvious I had no clue what was up, I would have moved the car sooner.


We came to the car to go to WinCo and found a loverly surprise under the windshield wiper of the car. Four lovely surprising. Each costing a pretty penny to the tune of 25 dollars each.


I'm a poor college student. Emphasis on the poor.

And so is Prince-y. Extra emphasis on the poor.

So you know what we did?


We paid with these:




On the bright side, I still have birthday cake of the chocolate kind. :)

Oh yeah.
Revenge is sweet.

Am I Reinvented Or Coming Full Circle?

Before this semester started I hadn't taken a formal drawing class since I was 14 years old. This is also known as freshman year of high school.

When I told my then art teacher I probably wasn't going to take anymore art classes the rest of high school because I didn't know if I could fit them in my schedule, she was disappointed at best. She told me I had talent. She told me I should stick with it. And being young and naive, I shrugged her off. To be honest, I still don't really think I'm amazingly talented in any way shape or form, but art is fun for me and I enjoy letting my creative juices flow. Besides, they say those who can't do, teach - and I'm bettering my education so I can do just that: teach.

Anyway, my 14 year old self walked out of that classroom never thinking I'd be back in the art world at all. I figured the most drawing I would do would be when I felt like it - which was rare. I usually had other things to occupy my time. Like seeing how high I could fling myself in the air over a bar and flirting with cute boys at school.

I am the oldest of four children. I have always been and will always be independent and headstrong. I'm argumentative, though I'm assuming as I age that part of my personality will begin to mellow. But being the oldest, I've helped to teach the younger sibs how to annoy our parents to no end model behavior.

I've been told plenty of times over the years that I should go into the field of teaching. I've been told by many, many people in unrelated incidents. But I was determined to major in dietetics. Teaching? Ha! I'm going to learn about food.

I must have been really convincing.

My high school German teacher kept trying to persuade me to take over for her when she retired. But I would have none of it. I was an exceptional German student with more than enough natural ability to efficiently teach the subject, but I was stuck on the food and nutrition without daring to budge.

Enter the first year of college.

Exit the idea of being a dietician.

Now here I am, a whole year has passed since I graduated from high school. Instead of 17 years of life experience I now have 19. And guess where I ended up?

Back in the world of art and instruction.

And guess what else?

I absolutely love it.

Comments

Are like crack....feed my addiction.

Okay so I've heard that my blog wasn't letting people leave comments, so I switched back to my old template and hopefully that fixed things.

I don't really have any good blog fodder right now, so I suppose I'll just upload a picture for your viewing pleasure :)

This is both pictures for one half of the project I'm doing in Art 121. It's to take something pretty and make it ugly. Enjoy!

Block Party!

Okay so if we're just being completely honest, we all know I'm totally anti social and would rather sit in a corner by myself than be in a room full of people that I don't know. Usually when I get invited to go out places, I don't really want to go because I don't know what's in store for myself, and I don't really want to go alone.

However, when my mother texted me that Sunday, September 13 there was going to be a block party on Main Street and that Randy Stonehill would be there, well I decided I should get my butt downtown lest I miss an opportunity of a lifetime. For the record I also went because I knew my parents and siblings would be completely jealous and I wasn't for one second about to pass that up.

Princey decided he would tag along too even though he had no idea who Randy Stonehill is.

We decided that we would make our way towards the Main St. happenings in the evening when the weather cooled off a bit more. We took jackets, but it was still really hot and we ended up walking back to the dorms carrying our hoodies instead of wearing them.

Anyway, we get to Main St. and there's a big bandstand set up with a bunch of people listening to some Randy Stonehill. Princey and I walk up one side of the street and down the other just to see what all the fuss was about. There really wasn't anything extremely cool to see, but I showed Prince Charming where I got my nose pierced. Anyway, when we walk back toward the music, Randy was singing one of my favorites. So I took a quick picture:

and emailed my family with the lyrics to the song. My mom texted back that she was jealous, and my brother texted me that I was a total jerk for flaunting my luck in front of him. Don't be fooled people, he really loves me and texting me that is his weird way of saying that he misses me. ;-)

Anyway, Prince and I did some more walking around while we listened to some awesome tuneage blare down the street and into our eardrums. Not only did Prince and I have an amazing time, we found some spots that we'd like to come back and visit when it's not so late at night.

There's a great little cafe that Prince wants to sit in and draw. I think that's a feasable suggestion. One I might even feel like participating in....not that he would let me sit at home by myself anyway. Ha, ha.

So here are few more pictures for your viewing pleasure:

Randy finishing up a song I only caught some of the lyrics to. Something about lung cancer....my dad would probably know. ;-)

Then he spoke about the Late Great Larry Norman and 'a genius like Phil Keaggy.' Anyway, I couldn't quite catch all of what he was talking about, but it sounded like a darn good time.

These are pictures of the way the lights from the stage hit the leaves on the trees. I thought it was magnificent (hence the whole two pictures of the same thing deal). After I snapped these Prince and I headed back home because I was hungry and he wanted something sugary. So Jet Tea Land provided us with the sugar and I had a Gyro at the market.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to shower and catch some shut eye...right after I check a few more bloggy treats....ha, ha, ha.

Finally!

I'm finally getting back around to actively participating in the I Heart Faces weekly contests. I used to enter every week, and then I started slacking a little bit because it seemed like a lot of pros were getting all the number one spaces. Summertime intruded for a while, and now here I am, back at school with a will and way to make up for some lost time. Even though I'm positive that my entries aren't going to gain any great media time, here they are:


First up in the Contemplative Pet Catagory: Bogie

Second up in the Contemplative People Catagory: A Self Portrait

Please, please, please check out everyone else's entries and see if you can guess who's going to place :)

Saturdays, Schmaturdays

I'm feeling slightly icky today. Which is really a shame because it's a saturday and I should be out galavanting around the community wreaking all sorts of teenage college student havoc. But instead I'm holed up in my dorm room by myself drawing the ceiling and facebooking. Oh yeah, and now I'm blogging.

But even though today has been a mostly relaxing day because I haven't done much of anything, it seems as though there are a bunch of things that are just rubbing me the wrong way. I suppose you could insert the terms "drives me up a wall" and "frosts me" so that when you ask where I am, the appropriate response would be "she's an icecycle hanging from the ceiling."

What exactly has annoyed me today, you ask? Oh you don't really want to know? Well I suppose I can tell you anyway. Since I'm feeling icky and it's my blog - so I guess you just have to put up with my slightly cynical demeanor today. I'd apologize, but I'm not really sorry. :)

Anywho, the list:

• When the stereo three doors down from me plays their music so loud that all I can hear is the thumping base so I can't concentrate on drawing the ceiling.
• When I'm doing laundry and people who were previously inside the laundry room forget about their clothes so that ALL the washers are taken along with ALL the dryers, so I'm forced to remove YOUR clothes before I can wash MY clothes because you are neglectful. I hope your clothes form a revolt against your forgetfulness.
• When people say they are going to do something and then don't do it. Story of my life. It's sad because when people actually do something they said they were going to do, I'm surprised.
• When Prince and I have a day of bad communication. Or really when I have poor communication with anyone. It just seems like a whole bunch of little tiffs that don't really mean anything, but when you've been having them all day they take a toll.
• When teachers explain how to do a project, but they tell you how to do it wrong. Then you have to figure out how it really works.
• Period cramps. 'Nuff said.
• Headaches.
• More than one type of noise at a time. I can't listen to two different songs at once. I can't have the TV and music going at the same time and I can't listen to my headphones to fight for freedom from the oppression of multiple sounds. Hence the reason I have my own room.

Things I Appreciate:

• Blackberry White Chocolate Mochas - iced.
• Soft music.
• Sleeping in late and waking up rested.
• Silence. VERY appreciated when I have a headache. VERY.
• Watching movies with people. Any sort of people that I like or that like me. People make movies funny.
• When Prince's suite mate puts on 'mood music' and dances around like a total retard. He totally makes my day when he does that.
• Going to the gym and running a few miles. Though I don't know if I'll do that today - even though it might help me feel better.
• Compliments. I like those because they reassure me that I really don't suck as bad as I think I do. Ha, ha. Maybe that makes me sound conceited? Don't know. But I like affirmations and quality time and physical touch.
• Hugs and kisses when I need them most - and also ones when I'm not expecting them.
• When people play with my hair. I can't begin to describe how many points that will give someone. Somewhere in the ballpark of a bajillion and eighty three. I'm dead serious.
• Blogging. And when I find I have new followers! Or new comments. I love those. I always enjoy the ones from Kendra because she seems to comment on practically all of my posts. I feel bad because I hardly leave her comments - but part of it is the fact that I really just don't know what to say. I'm not that great at making friends.

And also some of you may have noticed the new blog title and background. Thoughts? I rather like it, honestly.

Critique This

And I don't mean my rosy red lips. Not that my lips are rosy. Or red, actually. They're really more pink colored....and kinda chapped....just sayin'.

What I do mean though, is my Design Processes Studio Class. You know, the one class I have Mondays and Wednesdays at 5:30 in the evening until 7:20. Gag me with a spoon. When I signed up for this class, I had no idea what 'Design Processes' entailed, and therefore I had no clue what impending doom awaited my naive arrival.

Indeed it was what I will call artistic hell.

You see, design processes is a class for architecture majors. This is because you are more focused on designing things than you are focused on the art. Unfortunately for me, this class is required for all art majors of any kind so I really have no choice except to take the class and get it over with.

Mostly what we have been doing in said hellish class is critiquing other students work. So far we have been in school for three weeks and have already turned in two projects. Both of which I thought entirely too hard about and resented doing before I even completed them. However, the critiquing process is much, much more boring and loathsome than I had ever anticipated.

I feel like I'm in one of those movies scenes where the weather is always too hot and you're stuck in a room full of people. Like a classroom. The walls are an ugly urine color and your teacher's voice roams on like an adult character in the Charlie Brown movies. You can hear the clock on the wall tick with each second like an annoying vibration in your all too sensative ears and that fly in the back corner has ADD as it buzzes around, unsettled. It's as if everything is magnified. The stool you're stuck sitting on is all but too comfortable for your poor little bottom and your lower back starts to pulse from bad posture and lack of support. It's like you're slowly dying.

I just sit there with my head on my hands, eyes dulled over, mouth slightly open, and feet swinging back and forth because my legs are too short to reach the floor. Every so often I seem to feel the need for a change in position, so I sit up for a few minutes before I again realize why exactly it was that I was slouching against the desk in front of me and I resume my previous pose.

The critiques go on for over an hour and half. And then when we finally reach the final project, my prof goes into talking about our next assignment. It's hard to stay focused when all I'm thinking about is how dry my throat is, how much I wish I had the last hour of my life back and how I'm going to go across the street and order a raspberry mocha when I'm finally allowed to leave this overly hot prison of a studio classroom.

And guess what?

Our next project is about making something traditionally considered ugly and turning it into something conceived as beautiful. Then we are to take something traditionally considered beautiful and make it ugly.

Ooooh boy I don't know what I'm going to do with all the excitment in the air....*drools*

Fix It Friday #27

Have I mentioned how much I absolutely LOVE Fix It Fridays? Ha, ha. But seriously, they are super fun. I don't always like what I create, and some weeks I think I definitely do better than other weeks - but it the enjoyment I receive out of manipulating photos that's my reason behind participating in this wonderful weekly event.

So without further adiou, here are my edits:

(The Original)

(Edit 1: the basic edit)

(Edit 2: The flashlight edit (not my favorite))

(Edit 3: Old Photo with text)

(My Favorite for today)
Head on over to IHeartFaces to see what other Fix It Friday creations the people of the world have made!

Financial Aid Department FAIL

So I got this email from the FAD at least two times in the past week:

Dear Cinderella,

Please review your scholarship and/or financial aid award(s) on VandalWeb.


Sincerely,

Student Financial Aid Services
Adresses, blah, blah, blah.

So feeling like the good student I ought to be, I hoped that this email was trying to tell me that I finally recieved the Promise B scholarship that the University stripped me of when there was a conflict with my grades. Partially excited, I clicked the link and found my way to the financial aid award page.

Nothing new.

Slight disappointment.

Nothing on the page had changed since the last time I'd seen it. It was at a constant. A bit frustrated that I didn't really know why they kept telling me to look at the my financial aid awards page, I replied to the email.

Okay, so I checked my scholarship and financial aid awards on VandalWeb. They are the same as the last time I checked them. Am I supposed to be looking for something in particular?

Cinderella

And here is the email I just got today in reply to my email sent early last week:

Cinderella,

No, just disreguard this email.

Thanks,

University of Idaho
Student Financial Aid Services
Adresses, blah, blah, blah.

Okay, thanks for the notification that there is indeed nothing new for me to see. I feel so enlightened.

Anti-Social Introvert Masquerading as a Sanguine

I have you fooled, but don't be angry because I've fooled a lot of people.

I am in fact completely anti-social.

I'm totally okay with sitting in my dorm room by myself. It gets a little lonely sometimes, so then I venture out into the hallway to see what sort of mischief I can get myself into. Most of the time I just leave my door open and then whoever feels like bothering me at the time is more than welcome to invited themselves into my room to hassle me.

Exceptions to the rule of my introversion are when I'm with Belle galavanting around town and stealing candy from babies and when I'm around people that I've known for a long time. I like being surrounded by the people that I have relationships with, but I'm not that great at just making up conversation or walking over to someone and befriending them. All of my friends have befriended me, not vice versa.

Something that I didn't really expect out of Prince Charming was his extrovertedness. He doesn't strike me as an extrovert because he can be really shy and quiet depending on the situation. But then we started going to same college. And we live in the same building - the same hall even. So we eat together down at Bob's.

Prince-y is all into the whole let's-sit-with-someone-who's-alone-and-talk-to-them-the-whole-time deal. AHHHH. No thank you. I will gladly just sit here by myself with you and not talk to anyone.

Last year I only asked someone if I could sit at their table once because all of the other tables were taken. And then when I sat down next to her, we didn't talk - we just ate. I'm SO bad at creating conversation with people I don't know.

Maybe that's why I hate talking on the phone with people.

I don't know what to say to them.

Even if I have a reason for calling - a question or something - I don't know how to word it. I'm always afraid I'll sound completely retarded and that they'll resent me for heckling them with my pitiful phone call. *heavy sigh*

So yes, while I'm around people that I know and love I enjoy conversating and being surrounded by that homey comfy loved feeling, but stick me in a room full of people I don't know and I'll pull into my own anti-social shell and glue myself to corner where I don't have to interact.

Another thing that apparently surprised Princey is my lack of like for the female gender. I'm way better friends with guys than with girls.

Girls are mean.

And chalk full of drama.

And I have better things to do with my time than play up your poor life's dramatic events like your nail breaking or some girl that you hate has the same handbag as you do. Barf.

This isn't to say that I am lacking in the girl friendship department, because I do in fact have friends that are female. But more often than not I fit in with the guys. I went to the fair Friday night, yes? I hung out with boys. When I was on track? Yep, only girl varsity pole vaulter. My dorm friends from last year? All boys. When I hang out with friends in Hayden? They're Prince's friends, and they're boys.

I did make one friend here this year who is a girl though! So it's not to say that it's impossible. Ha, ha.

But I guess those are just things that people don't know about me right off the get go. I'm anti-social and not a fan of girls.

In the words of DP:

"Cinderella, you're a weirdo."