Troubles in Helmetville

I am building this for my Halloween costume.

I AM Miss Flying Saucer 1952 obviously but, I am having troubles locating the helmet. I need the village to brainstorm what I can maybe use or how I can make it(or have it made for that matter). I don't think I am asking the Internetbot the correct words for finding what I need. I even thought about making a mold and pouring in a resin of some sort.
Someone out there has some more ideas. If you have any, please let me know. If you have examples of other directions or hotter space vixens, that would cool too.
I'm open to changing my title.

Schwein

Oh My God....

Laisse Vont

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In case you didn't notice...

Hot Cocoacam

Craigs Fist

I can't even begin to understand why the fucking haters on Craig's List feel the need to continuously flag wonderful, interesting, beautiful ladies that are out there...on a limb...innocently looking for true love.
Why exactly don't you support my friend looking for love?
Why are you such a bitter fucking hater?
Why after tolerating asshole's catalog of incompetence, would you shaft someone who is at very least ATTEMPTING to open their heart?
Maybe you should find something more interesting to do.
May I suggest getting a hobby like miniature train sets or a latch hook?
I bet you just might become an interesting person enough to rustle up some love of your own.
Then, INSTEAD of in your spare time flagging out good people looking for some tenderness (which apparently ALL your time is spare) you could be romantically sucking off your soul mate.
Right now you just sucking.

Beautiful Perfect Them

I read something in a friends blog yesterday that really effected me deeply the feelings region.
Their love expressed for another person started an avalanche of thought.
I think am going to be in my bed until Sunday watching movies and contemplating my take on it.

8 Hits from 1993

Sometimes when you are young, You do a lot of drugs. You take the drugs, you hang out with your friend on the floor, it's good times.
Between you and your long term partner in crime you started to doodle during some point while waiting for your teenage acid to kick in.
Maybe you rotated your paper every 45 seconds or so in order to keep it spicy and at some point you forgot to stop doodling.
You remember to stop doodling when the other crazy tripping friend comes in an disturbs your nest because he forgot to tell you that you MUST take him to work at fucking McDonalds at 4:30 in the morning and then it takes 2 hours to get there because no one can understand if the wet spots on the post-rainy streets is wetness or holes in the planet.

True story. Trust me.