The usual: Mini-reunions, new arrivals and cosplay.
Joy, Wendy and Jeff have been visiting for the past week, and it's been fun. Meemerz gave them easter baskets to take home (and sent one along for Jeepster), and things will lame up pretty bad again once they're on the plane. We're getting yet another housemate, Cat's little friend Amanda. Her mother is a bumbling fuckpile who wanted to move Amanda into a hotel. She had no way to transport Amanda to school or anything (since they lost their car), so we're basically gonna take her in, since she already sleeps over a few nights a week as it is.
I'm hard at work on my next costume, Sakura from Tsubasa Reservior Chronicles (Robs will be accompanying me as Li). It's a royal pain in the ass, since I still don't have a table in my room and Meem forbids me from working downstairs. In fact, I only signed on because I was sitting at the computer desk constructing a waistband, trying to spend some time upright so my back won't start aching. When I sew, I must sit on the floor and lean forward, balancing the machine on the edge of my mattress. If it weren't for the thousands of dollars worth of anime merchandise around me, the air conditioning, the expensive fabric, and a food-filled paunch, I'd totally feel like a pauper.
No work today, only because Eveyln called and begged to work my shift. I'm not sure why she needed hours; she is always slotted for the full 40 hours a week. The under-18'ers are suffering more, since they can't stay late Marie is cutting down their hours (and giving them to me. Haha, bitches!).
I miss school. I can't afford a full term right now, but in summer or fall I might pick up a class or two, just so my head doesn't implode. If I can't muster the funds for a few ass-rape priced college credits, I'll definitely sign up for some sewing classes at the new JoAnne's.
Rob, you douchecannon, call me now. NOW. I can't do this fucking chinese collar until I know *exactly* how you're doing yours.
I'm hard at work on my next costume, Sakura from Tsubasa Reservior Chronicles (Robs will be accompanying me as Li). It's a royal pain in the ass, since I still don't have a table in my room and Meem forbids me from working downstairs. In fact, I only signed on because I was sitting at the computer desk constructing a waistband, trying to spend some time upright so my back won't start aching. When I sew, I must sit on the floor and lean forward, balancing the machine on the edge of my mattress. If it weren't for the thousands of dollars worth of anime merchandise around me, the air conditioning, the expensive fabric, and a food-filled paunch, I'd totally feel like a pauper.
No work today, only because Eveyln called and begged to work my shift. I'm not sure why she needed hours; she is always slotted for the full 40 hours a week. The under-18'ers are suffering more, since they can't stay late Marie is cutting down their hours (and giving them to me. Haha, bitches!).
I miss school. I can't afford a full term right now, but in summer or fall I might pick up a class or two, just so my head doesn't implode. If I can't muster the funds for a few ass-rape priced college credits, I'll definitely sign up for some sewing classes at the new JoAnne's.
Rob, you douchecannon, call me now. NOW. I can't do this fucking chinese collar until I know *exactly* how you're doing yours.