btw, every time suede says "wackadoodle" i want to poke my fucking eye out. tho i'm gonna have to let it slide for now, because i actually need this dorky made-up word for my headline. (besides, who am i to judge those who use dorky made-up words, right?) it's just that unfortunately it happens to summarize this week quite well. then i promise to never use it again.
moving right along, let's define wackadoodle, shall we?
"make an outfit out of a piece of shit saturn."
seriously? a coche? and furthermore, the most qualified people to judge this random event are laura bennett and rachel zoe? ok, weird. on the other hand, i'll give the designers major credit because i had no idea how things were going to turn out. (tho naturally assumed the answer to this was "very badly.")
i was also relieved to see that a few of the themes i noted last week still hold true:
there will always be at least one brilliant quote. ok, so maybe not always brilliant, but we can alter that statement to now include "kinda funny" and "totally random" as well. so terri strikes again with the pretty funny one: "oh did you see korto's scarecrow jacket? cuz right now it's lookin' like jeepers creepers, and everybody just better runnn for cover when it comes attacking you!" as for random, how about when they told the designers that they were going to a rooftop of a building, and blayne immediately said something stupid like, "oooooh oh oh i bet it's a celebrity! i bet it's like mariah carey or something!" um, yah blayne, because the only rooftops in nyc belong to celebrities. everybody knows that! then joe with, "i'm from the motor city, so this challenge is right up my alley." yes joe, you grew up in a city that makes cars, so that makes you super qualified to make an outfit out them! absolutely! ugh. who knew that these two idiots were separated at birth?
the person that you're sure is going to bomb the challenge is actually going to end up winning. leanne, you go girl. in a million years i never would have pegged her as the designer who was going to figure this one out (my money was on joe because he's from detroit - ha!) so next stop for leanne? probably bryant park. that's totally where this season is headed, dontcha think?
a new crazy emerges every time: kenley, i'm so glad you don't work in advertising, because you would last about FIVE MINUTES. because in my world, things change every few hours (and that's on a good day.) hell, even if you see the ad running in a magazine still doesn't mean it's done. so when kenley went into total meltdown mode beacuse ~ god forbid ~ her 5'11", 110lb model was swapped for a "curvy" 5'10" 107lb model, i thought oh boy, she is in the wrong business. girlfriend needs to work at a library or something. tho i'm sure she'd find a way to fuck that up too.
my gay boys skating on thinner and thinner ice. let's have a moment of silence for my boy keith.... god, did he go down in flames or what? both in his retarded outfit and crybaby exit. you know, when daniel had a little mr. sniffles moment as he was leaving, i was cool with it. in fact, it kind of of erased any negative feelings i had towards him and his snobby attitude by that point. however, keith sobbed like a four year old. i was so embarrased for him i wanted to press MUTE, but of course i didn't and was able to decipher his woe is me tale, which sounded something along the lines of booooo hoooo snifff cry cry cry snifffffffff... NOW what am i gonna do? now i'm stuck in utah... this was my ticket out. but now that i got kicked off i'm afraid i'll never get another chance to leave utah again.... booooo!
um, really? you're a gay boy living in a super non-gay state, and instead of just picking up and moving like the rest of the homos would do, you somehow came up with idea that your one and only escape plan was a reality tv show about sewing? are you fucking kidding me? well keith, worry no more, because i have a little advice for you. it's called west hollywood. it's also called bartender at the abbey. good luck!
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