Exams and Golden Globes and such.

So, Day Numero Uno of exams is totally finished (huzzah for being done Physics forever and ever, amen); two more to go, on Monday and Wednesday.  Blech.  

I've been sick pretty much since the last post I did, which was like, 2 weeks ago.  It's dreadful.  Mostly just congestion and a sore throat, but I got chills and a fever yesterday, and it wasn't exactly a bed of roses.  Oh well.  I got through the worst of my three examinations, and lived.

But the really exciting bit came this morning, as SOON as I'd finished said exam.  I was JUST about to exit the library (I had a whole table to myself this morning, which pleased me IMMENSELY, and if you know me, you know why), and then Olenick comes up to me, and asks me if I'd consider myself invited to the Burlington YouthFest Art Auction, which is in TWO WEEKS.  Apparently, he wanted to submit my photography summative (which, admittedly, I was pretty proud of, overall) to the auction, and since there's free food, and a chance to interact with some pretty cool people, I guess I'll go.  I'm pretty pumped.  This also gives me a chance to dress up all fancy-like, and just have a generally classy time.

Ideally, this is the dress I would get.  And I think I shall.

From, of course, my absolutely favourite web-store EBBER, ModCloth.  I do not know how I lived without this website for so long.  It's perfect for a dinner party, not too short, and the pattern's absolutely darling.  I love large, floral prints.  So, so much.  Paired with a grey or oatmeal slouch cardi, either grey opaque tights, or black nylons, and probably bronze or silver heels, I'd be so set.  Unfortunately, it's just one evening, and I don't think it calls to be THAT gussied up.  Regardless, I'm getting the dress.  Yay!

In other news, was anyone else SO INCREDIBLY DISAPPOINTED with the performance at the Golden Globes?  Ricky Gervais, while he did do what he was hired to do, just seemed to make the entire evening mean and nasty and everyone seemed like a sore loser.  The entire presentation of everything seemed very poorly done, with cameras cutting at the WRONG moment several times, more than one person being cut off (which sucks for them, but come on, people! We don't need to hear your life story), and Ricky making fun of pretty much everyone.  

Even the winners were mean, although probably not intentionally (except for maybe Jane Lynch).  *coughcough* David Fincher; he was a total snob.  Seriously, nobody cares about you and your movie about Facebook.  It should not have won all the awards it did, and although I'm glad you won, since you didn't get anything for Fight Club, IT JUST WASN'T WINNER MATERIAL.   However, it's "relevant to our times", so the HFPA just has to do what the public likes best.  

Seriously glad that Jim Parsons, Colin Firth, Natalie Portman, and Chris Colfer won (I'm sure I'm probably forgetting someone...).  NOT impressed that the younger generation has taken wearing RUNNING SHOES AND PLAID SHIRTS to a bloody AWARDS show, but I guess that shows how much times have changed, huh?  I mean, I'm totally all for freedom of expression, but Justin Bieber, please, first of all, cut your hair, and second of all, I don't care if they're black (with white soles!), do not wear SNEAKERS to a film awards show.  For God's sake, dress shoes are your best friend.  And Harry Shum (Jr.!), plaid is what you wear camping, not under a tuxedo.

On the plus side, can I just mention all the wonderful people who actually did look amazing?  (I'm running out of "good" adjectives)  The one's that stood out in my mind: 

Olivia Wilde's absolutely glamourous, midnight-sky-esque ballgown.  If I were to have fabric babies, this is what I would want them to look like.  Just, the sequins and the crinolin and everything looks wonderful on her, and I could gush for hours, but I won't.

Carrie Underwood.  I can't exactly say I'm a huge fan of her musically, because I don't really listen to her that often, but I must say, she certainly knows how to get dressed.  I loved this simplicity of the cut, and I don't know if I personally would have left it to hang almost flat against myself, because it looks like her train could get stepped on, which would be a travesty, but on her, it more or less works.

 You have no idea how happy I was that Colin won Best Actor this year.  Like, I jumped up from my seat, and shouted (I did that with Jim too, but that's okay!).  And, how surprised was I when he approached the stage, his hair perfectly coiffed (made his cheekbones surprisingly prominent; I didn't even know he had 'em!), bowtie, and... what's that I see? A white lapel scarf.  This is my favourite black-tie look.  Black tux, white scarf, or white tux, black scarf, the contrast looks smashing.  The only qualm is the simplicity of the fold, but hey, you can't win 'em all.

Last but not least, Michael Douglas.  The man just oozes charisma (seriously, who didn't "aww" when he made the joke about his cancer? The man almost died, and he can joke about it!), and when you've got that, paired with a great smile, and a nifty patterned tie (coincidentally, mon père has one that's almost identical; guess what he's wearing to his next Club affair?), it's a winner in my books.  Again with the white pocket square, single-peak fold, which makes it more prominent.

Those were the best dressed boys and girls of the night, in my opinion.  I don't care what the lists are going to say. 

But yeah.  That my rant for what's up in my life.  I'm really pumped for this auction, and if you're in the area (I actually don't know if it's invitation-only or not yet, or if you have to pay or whatver; I assume for the dinner it will be), you should pop by.  

Take care, lovelies.