C IS FOR CAT, D IS FOR DELINQUENT
Well, check me out, updating like a whore.
First order of business, Animania last weekend - it. Was. Amazing. Unfortunately didn't get to see Girlfriend, but did get to see Partner In Cosplay and Happy Sasuke.
We had the important members of Taka (I say 'important', but really we just couldn't find a way to convince my sister to be Karin), and we essentially just rocked the house like a bunch of sexy pirates.
My Juugo wig was INREDIBLE (props to you, Suigetsu, for your amazing styling skills), although I did forget my wig cap, so we spent about forty minutes just trying to stuff all of my stupid, huge hair in there.
Partner In Cosplay did my binding at the start of the day, but she did it a little TOO well, and I ended up basically fainting while Happy Sasuke and I went to sign up for karaoke. Then I got Sister to do my binding, and she did it terribly, so Happy Sasuke and I had to hurry to the bathroom and she stuck duct tape ALL OVER ME. It was painful, but I didn't faint. POINTS ON!
On the karaoke note, Happy Sasuke and I kicked butt. We didn't win, but we came in close second for singing Zekkomon! by Sendai Kamotsu, and for being sexy and dancing a lot.
There was a photo shoot near a train station, Subway eating, wig angst and screeching. Thus, everything a convention needs to be.
OKAY, NEXT ON THE AGENDA. My cats. My damn, fluffly, stupid, insane, hungry, tard-ish cats. We'd never meant to get cats, actually. We went to the RSPCA with the intention of getting a dog, and ended up getting two kittens. What that.
They're both exceedingly odd. Zen, the elder, is grey and skinny and has mood swings to rival Juugo. One second she'll be all chilled and laid back and the next you won't have a hand so much as a bloodied stump.
Boo, the younger, is possibly the most adorable, fluffy, hyperactive lump in the world. That's basically all I can say about her.
And finally, the lowlight of my year so far (which is probably very depressing that I pay no heed to my crushing depression or the fact that my family is falling apart) - my Humanities grades. I got my first D's in my whole educated life. D's, meaning plural. I got two.
I actually nearly cried when I saw the sheet.
I honestly don't mean this in a bragging or big headed way, but I've always gotten high grades. I've gotten used to seeing A's and B's on my assignment sheets. So when I saw those two D's (and a C-, but I won't depress myself further), I basically broke down.
My teacher wouldn't even give me a reason why I got marks that low. I asked, clearly distressed, and she simply said 'It just wasn't very good'. I went ahead and took the initiative to ask if there was anything I could do to be better, and she just shrugged, like I was a lost case.
I then attempted to explain that the assignment in question had been written hastily, while trying to finish five other assignments with due dates that had sprung up out of nowhere, and that I had also had a roaring fever while writing it. And I was throwing up.
It did nothing to deter her. 'It was crap', she said, before leaving me, heartbroken, in my seat.
Needless to say, I don't hold much fondness in my heart for my teacher anymore.
First order of business, Animania last weekend - it. Was. Amazing. Unfortunately didn't get to see Girlfriend, but did get to see Partner In Cosplay and Happy Sasuke.
We had the important members of Taka (I say 'important', but really we just couldn't find a way to convince my sister to be Karin), and we essentially just rocked the house like a bunch of sexy pirates.
My Juugo wig was INREDIBLE (props to you, Suigetsu, for your amazing styling skills), although I did forget my wig cap, so we spent about forty minutes just trying to stuff all of my stupid, huge hair in there.
Partner In Cosplay did my binding at the start of the day, but she did it a little TOO well, and I ended up basically fainting while Happy Sasuke and I went to sign up for karaoke. Then I got Sister to do my binding, and she did it terribly, so Happy Sasuke and I had to hurry to the bathroom and she stuck duct tape ALL OVER ME. It was painful, but I didn't faint. POINTS ON!
On the karaoke note, Happy Sasuke and I kicked butt. We didn't win, but we came in close second for singing Zekkomon! by Sendai Kamotsu, and for being sexy and dancing a lot.
There was a photo shoot near a train station, Subway eating, wig angst and screeching. Thus, everything a convention needs to be.
OKAY, NEXT ON THE AGENDA. My cats. My damn, fluffly, stupid, insane, hungry, tard-ish cats. We'd never meant to get cats, actually. We went to the RSPCA with the intention of getting a dog, and ended up getting two kittens. What that.
They're both exceedingly odd. Zen, the elder, is grey and skinny and has mood swings to rival Juugo. One second she'll be all chilled and laid back and the next you won't have a hand so much as a bloodied stump.
Boo, the younger, is possibly the most adorable, fluffy, hyperactive lump in the world. That's basically all I can say about her.
And finally, the lowlight of my year so far (which is probably very depressing that I pay no heed to my crushing depression or the fact that my family is falling apart) - my Humanities grades. I got my first D's in my whole educated life. D's, meaning plural. I got two.
I actually nearly cried when I saw the sheet.
I honestly don't mean this in a bragging or big headed way, but I've always gotten high grades. I've gotten used to seeing A's and B's on my assignment sheets. So when I saw those two D's (and a C-, but I won't depress myself further), I basically broke down.
My teacher wouldn't even give me a reason why I got marks that low. I asked, clearly distressed, and she simply said 'It just wasn't very good'. I went ahead and took the initiative to ask if there was anything I could do to be better, and she just shrugged, like I was a lost case.
I then attempted to explain that the assignment in question had been written hastily, while trying to finish five other assignments with due dates that had sprung up out of nowhere, and that I had also had a roaring fever while writing it. And I was throwing up.
It did nothing to deter her. 'It was crap', she said, before leaving me, heartbroken, in my seat.
Needless to say, I don't hold much fondness in my heart for my teacher anymore.