chandlerbuell

I actually have something to post about this time, oddly enough. Perhaps it's a pleasant change from my fashion and work-driven posts? I don't really care.

My sister Georgette got married this weekend. Now, she wouldn't call it a "wedding", but that's exactly what it was... Even if she won't admit it. She selled it as a "Celebration of the Union of herself and her life partner". Now, Georgette is not a lesbian, so I'm not quite sure why she can't use the word 'husband' or 'boyfriend'... but as far as I'm concerned, people can define their relationships however they want, I suppose.

For anyone who is curious, Georgette is one of those peole with hair past her rump who wanders around barefoot in hand-stitched clothing, and tries to get you to buy jewelry she has made on the corner. Does this explain the use of the term "life partner"? Who knows. I stopped trying to understand people a very long time ago.

On the subject of my sisters, I caught Bridgette reading "Twilight" during the wedding. I'm so out of the loop, it took me a moment to connect that the super-popular movie franchise is based on a book franchise. I'm sure this is a little pathetic to admit... Although, I'm not sure how admitting that I don't know very much about a sparkly vampire with a foot face is pathetic.

I take it back, then. That last paragraph made me quite proud of my obliviousness to fads beyond fashion.

I find I'm only really updating this because my job depends on it. I really don't have much I want to disclose to the entire office to say.

Fashion week has kept me busy. I think I've come to a revelation about myself, though... I quite enjoy being busy. In fact, I think I intentionally make myself busy when there isn't a lot going on. I'm always willing to stay late, or keep the closet obsessively organized in order to find something to do.

Right now the obsessive organization is not the case, though. I feel like a lot of stuff has been 'thrown in' there. Well. I certainly have something to do on Monday.

Good news: My father is putting the down payment on my new townhouse for me.

Bad news: The trade-off is my sister Marian is coming to live with me.

Marian is a horror. I don't know what I'm going to do.

I've been told that I've been rather down recently, and I wish to express my apologies to my cohorts in Fashion who have endured me the past couple of months.

To make up for this: I'm offering to buy lunch for Fashion on Monday and Tuesday. Is anyone desperately craving something? Sushi? Pizza? Steak? Ice cream? Sandwiches?

Let me know.

My last bid on a Condo fell through, but fortunately it looks like we're going to get a nice Brownstone in Harlem. The advantages? More bathrooms, more bedrooms, and more space. The disadvantage? Next year, my youngest sister is going to be attending school in the city, probably. This means the extra bedroom will be taken up by her. And her huge, huge ass.

The news about my condo purchase last time was a bit forward... It looks like someone else made an offer before we could. But just as well, I'm not concerned.

Apparently I have a new Fashion Editor. I do not like this. I'm only updating this because I have to, and I have nothing else to say.

I'm having a show at a gallery in Boston in December. I've been told this is something to be proud of, and to brag about. So I'm saying something.

Julietta, Danny and I have finally found a new place, a three-bedroom condo in Harlem. It's in a newer development near the river, which is fine by me, since it has pretty big bedrooms and a completely unfinished basement-like area. This is exciting to me, since it means I won't be having to share a room with Julietta anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but I think the only reason why we've been able to tolerate it as long as we have is because we slept in the same room so often as kids.

I'm ready to be an adult again. I want my own room, and space to set up my easel. Which I'll have, come January when we move in.

Does anyone besides me find Rachel Ray incredibly irritating?

Everytime I catch some of her talk show, or her 30-Minute-Meal segments on Food Network, she sounds like she has laryngitis. It makes me want to clear my own throat... which of course never solves the problem. It also took me watching her several times before I figured out what "EVOO" was. But what put me over the top was my sister Julietta watching "Thanksgiving In 60: 2" today. I do not know how many times that woman said "nibbly-bits", when referring to what I suppose was appetizers. After the third time I had to put down my watercolors and go into the other room because I couldn't take it anymore.

I'm not answering the HR question this week. Clearly.

So, my last post was a real downer. I've decided to climb on the "Halloween-Post" bandwagon, since that won't be so horribly, utterly depressing.

I went out with Danny and Julietta, my roommate and my sister. This is a pretty usual occurance, I don't hang out with a whole lot of people. I'm not even quite sure where we ended up, since all clubs nowadays have these two-syllable names like "Lotus" and "Beta". I found it boring and tedious, and spent the majority of my time freaking out about how crowded it was, and how much Danny was drinking. This is Jacob Foner's brother Danny. Does anyone remember Jacob? I really miss him. I ended up leaving early, which as it turned out was a huge mistake.

But if I discuss this in any more length, Julian and Gabe will tell me how cute it is that I'm so concerned about Julietta and Danny.

In other news, the new apartment/possible condo search is agonizingly slow.

I also desperately need to go shopping for the Holidays and winter, which I still havn't really done. I think I'll also invest in an iPod finally, if I can figure out how to use it. I'll have to bring Danny with me, or else I'll have no idea what I'm shopping for.

This post made me feel so useless and boring. Oh well.

Horrible day.

On the plus side, convinced my sister to get a job so I can officially search for a three-bedroom something for her, me and my roommate Danny. And now that I'm not longer "in a relationship", I don't have to worry about being in someplace that he thinks is "trendy".

... I tried to make this post positive, and failed.

Normally when my family gets together, it's all warm fuzzies and wrestling and screaming babies. This weekend, I expected more of the same, but when I got to Boston everyone was mild and... boring.

My nephews have gotten old enough now that they understand when they're being pesky and needlessly loud. My two eldest brothers spent most of their time hanging out in the basement, drinking our father's expensive scotch. My step-mother got her face tightened again, so she slept the whole weekend. My sister Bridget spent most of the time at a friend's house, and Marian, my last sister, was at some sort of intensive theatrical school, or something.

The most interesting thing about the weekend was the ominous feeling that Brighton and I were going to break up.Julietta, my sister that has been living with my roommate and I in our 2-bedroom apartment, has decided to stay more permenantly. Fortunately there's a three-bedroom in the same building we're already in, so it will be an easy move. I was hoping either my roommate/ward would decide to move out, or Julietta would figure out I'm boring to live with, but alas, neither happened.

Well, that was quite the entry, especially since it was all about my siblings.

I've been on medicine that makes me really loopy since the car accident. The plus side is there don't seem to be any issues with the at-fault driver's insurance company, and from what I can tell he's going to pay up and this will all be taken care of quickly.

This doesn't make not having use of my right hand any better, though. In fact, I find it quite irritating. I've been itching to draw for two weeks, and it just hasn't happened. My drawings look vaguely like Picasso's... two eyes on one side, that sort of thing. Which, I dunno, might be my next big thing... before you know it I'll be having another art show. "Chandler: The Cast Period".

I smell something burning. I'm going to make sure my roommate hasn't set the kitchen on fire again.

For those of you that didn't notice, I had to live out the last few days of fashion week with a cast on my wrist. That's right, a big, ugly, unfashionable cast, accompanied by a lovely head-gash. For those of you bothering to read this post, I suppose I should clarify as to how this actually happened.

On Tuesday evening, I was at an event, and my boyfriend, roommate, and sister decided to meet me there and 'pick me up', on their way back from dinner. The three of them had had a few drinks and were feeling rather chummy, so they all piled into the back seat of a cab and I was left to sit in the front with a foul-smelling cabbie. I suppose in regards to the smell, this was fortunate, because I was able to roll down my window, they were not in the back. Although when one is that drunk, does it matter?

We're cruising along down the busy streets, and we end up being stopped halfway through an intersection. Now, keeping in mind, the light is still green in our favor, so I'm completely unalarmed. Unfortunately, the person who was coming down the other street apparently didn't see the blaring red stoplight, and ran directly into the side of the cab. Not just the cab, my side of the cab. My door was ground zero for the moronic color-blind driver.

I somehow got my hand caught in what had formerly been the door. You know, that vinyl handle thing on car doors? I don't know what they're called, but my hand was caught between that and the actual door, and I smashed my forehead on the dashboard. Because I was so distracted with the chaos behind me, I hadn't buckled my seatbelt.

Fortunately, I managed to escape this with only a fracture in my wrist and before mentioned head-gash, along with any number of bruises. My sister who was sitting behind me got her knees really badly bruised up. Yes, we were lucky. Yes, I learned my "wear your seatbelt" lesson.

I got a black cast, because I thought it'd be easiest to match colors with. I figured if anyone actually wanted to sign it, one could use some kind of metallic marker. I find signed casts tacky. I find casts tacky. I'm too old for these things.

I have nothing else to say.

I'm going to find some kind of horrible punishment for whoever is sneaking into the closet and stealing our samples, only to return them several days later with the look and smell that they've been worn. I used to work for Chanel. IN PARIS. I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT. Being a rather mild, non-confrontational person, I'm going to need some kind of assistance from my fellow, more violent co-workers.

I'll be honest, all of you probably have more inventive ideas for torture than me. So if anyone has anyone interesting suggestions, I welcome them.

I made the mistake of watching "Hairspray" before bed during the weekend, and it somehow seeped into my subconcious so I had a Hairspray-themed dream.

Julian was Corny Collins, Nate Miller was Amber, Theo was Penny, I was Tracy. They were rivetting performances. Link was still Link, before anyone asks. And you don't want to know who my parents were. Alex was my mother and Oliver was my father. It was so twisted... watching Alex prance around in a fat suit and a dress.

Yes, I did sing. My roommate says he heard me muttering, "I can hear the bells..." in my sleep.

I have to post something here, but I really don't know what.

I really don't know what to post here. Usually someone in my family does something for me to comment on. I live vicariously through my siblings, their lives are far more interesting than mine.

I'm eating Peach Gummi O's. They are delicious.


Edit: I re-read this and it was so full of errors I re-did it. I must be more exhausted then I thought.

Theo gave me his Avian-Swine-Flu.

We're such an attractive fashion department at the moment. I don't have a picture of me looking pathetic enough to go properly with this post.

Waking up to my two youngest sisters screaming because the "Beowulf" monster is unexpectedly repulsive? Priceless.

It's good to be back in Boston for the 4th. I forget how much I miss home until I've been away, I forget how eccentric my family is, and how loved we all are under this house.

I know, that was so sweet you want to vomit. It kind of made me want to vomit. I suppose I'm feeling unusually nostalgic today.

My roommate was watching E! when I got home this afternoon. Now, if it weren't for the fact that I have four sisters, the youngest two of whom are obsessed with celebrities, I would have NO idea what E! was.

There was a commercial advertising the upcoming "Kendra" special, and it seemed the biggest plug for it was it was to be presented with 'limited commercial interuptions'.

I regret to inform E! that the ONLY way I would ever watch a show dedicated to that woman and her obnoxious laugh would be if it was promised commercials would be plentiful and non-related.

Since you all scare me equally, I'm quite certain that this 'retreat' will be a terrifying experience for me all around. Perhaps it WOULD do me some good to put in my two-cents about who I'd prefer to room with.

My roommate, Danny, has once again thrown a party without my knowledge and destroyed something. Amusingly, though, this time it was a destruction of something HE owned. Not my hardwood floors, windows, chenille couch, or mirrors.

One of his over-testosteroned friends was upset by the outcome of some game they were playing, and threw his game system against the television when it didn't go his way.

I'm quite concerned it means I'm a horrible person for being amused.

I started laughing so hard, I had an asthma attack. Julietta and Danny sat with me on my bathroom floor until I calmed down, waiting to see if they needed to take me to the ER. No ER visit, just me giggling the rest of the night.

My sister Georgette is pregnant again! She has toddling twins causing untold ruckus in her house, and she's fully planning on bringing another child into the mix. I'm quite excited to be an uncle again, you can fuss over children you are related to, but return them to their parents when they start screaming. It's marvelous.

I certainly hope there's going to be some sort of swimming on this 'office retreat' thing. It gives me the excuse to buy new swimming trunks, I haven't since before I went to Paris.

I'll catiously admit I might be a tad bit more excited about the retreat than anyone else. I'm severely socially inept, and most of my friends that I'm not related to I work with.