CATS!

because i'm a masochist who apparently hates free time and my own sanity, i volunteered to make the costumes for greek sing this year under the guise of, "oh, i have nothing to do i might as well help wooo!!!"

ok me, that is a lie. you have classes to pass and, you know, fun shit to do.  but you know what they say, denial ain't just a river in egypt blah blah blah story of my life. but really, i will just admit that i love myself some arts and crafts, especially when they involve sequins and faux fur, and that my love/hate relationship with greek sing is dancing around the former much more than the latter these days.

so after weeks of mass-producing various cat anatomy, trying to figure out what the hell a jellicle cat even is , and drowning my apartment in a sea of tulle and rhinestones,

i can say that i helped to successfully emasculate approximately 40 guys, on stage, in front of a couple hundred people, in about a six minute span. 
sorry kitties.


{it probably goes without saying that, while they do exist, men in unitards are mystical creatures that disappear at the mere sight of a camera}

meOWW.