I hate the world. And, at times, Project Runway fandom.

The fact that there are people on the TWoP forums genuinely arguing that a guy who's been bullied and maligned regarding his talent (regardless of the state of said talent) to the point where he's genuinely had to walk away from a stressful situation or explode at one point:

a.) Is not being humble enough when he gets emotional to a relatively average degree among challenge winners when the judges announce he's won a challenge, and ...
b.) Should "read the room" and not talk about his win at all when he gets back to the waiting room, not even a little bit ...

-- just ... FLAMES. FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE.

I'm sorry, WHY is he supposed to cater the feelings of these horrible, self-centered idiots again? They're sure as hell not showing any concern about his.

Also, the next person who refers to Michael C. as "needy" is getting throttled. Don't think I won't.

*grumbles*

Don't mind me. I just woke up and showered and scarfed down a Pop-Tart and am impatiently waiting for my hair to dry so I can style it so I can get started on another day where my brother will spend the vast majority of it unable to tear his gaze away from texting away on his iPhone.

EDIT: BWAHAHAHAHA! Kristin has a blog about being on PR and apparently the auf'ed designers were also showing at the meet and greet in the last episode as decoys. The best part? Kristin got more buttons than Ivy, too. :D

So this is how my day went.

-- First, we went to the zoo. I packed peanut butter sandwiches and snacks which neither one of us ended up eating. We did what we usually do when we see strange animals, which is compare them to my mom's cats. "That lemur looks just like Owen." "Well, I think he looks like Spencer." "Yeah, okay, I can see that."

Aaaand then we saw a red panda rub its butt against a log before peeing on it, which was pretty much the cutest thing we saw all day. (Or possibly the second cutest, now that I think about it.)

-- We got on The World's Longest Escalator back down into the Woodley Park Metro station and got a firsthand example on the steps right in front of us of the walk-on-the-left-stand-on-the-right rule and how irritated people get when you break it. About five other people and I got off that escalator seething.

-- We were going to go to Georgetown for a while, which as far as I knew meant going to Dupont Circle and catching a shuttle. But when we were looking for the shuttle, we noticed a sign pointing towards where the White House was and said, "Hey, let's walk there!" Soooo we walked there, past a bunch of embassies and the Planned Parenthood which some silent Christian woman was kneeling and praying outside of and a bunch of other buildings and finally we got to the White House. There were unsurprisingly a bunch of protesters, but they were all protesting the government's actions or lack thereof in regards to the spill in the Gulf, so we pretty much sat there next to the gate and silently encouraged them. (They were in waaaay too good a mood to be protesters, as far as I'm concerned.)

-- Then we got hot dogs and sodas and went to sit and eat at a picnic bench within sight of the Washington Monument, where my brother fed one of the peanut butter sandwiches to a squirrel who by the end was literally taking the pieces from his hand. HE'S COVERED IN SQUIRREL RABIES, YOU GUYS.

-- And then I had an amusing bit of confusion out of my brother between the Mall and a mall -- the Pentagon City Mall specifically. Which we then went to and marveled at shirts in Guess that can exist on the clearance rack and STILL be seventy bucks. (My brother forgot his swim trunks and needed to find a pair. Out of season. Yeah, he was about as lucky as you can imagine.)