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What a day for someone who has as many hermitting tendancies as I do.
First Comic Con, which was awesome. I didn't buy a whole lot (and most of it was jewellry - no idea) but I had a lot of really great conversations. Wearing sports paraphenalia is sort of a great conversational ice breaker at these things because it was me and like one guy in a hockey jersey and in Canada, that's like wearing a t-shirt.
So many of the artists were cool and I'd met a few of them before too. Like this one independent local who I met at TCAF three years in a row. I remembered is first ever published one that had t-rexes and a dude on a motorcycle. He was both impressed and embarassed. I still don't know his name because names don't stick with me ever.
I also met the hot creator of Kill Shakespeare. I was waiting patiently in his line and he kept looking at me like he could recognise me. I don't think he actually remembered me but he asked me if I was an actress or a writer, which made me feel super flattered for no good reason. I had already built a rapport with the guy next to him and so when I said I was actually a math major, the other guy was like "you were way off" in a way that was hilarious.
Seriously, people are awesome and they don't mind if you buy stuff if you are just nice to them and make you laugh.
I then went out, got some serious mileage in to one of my blocked pieces, had my fave salad from my fave cafe, and read the entirety of The Hunger Games.
I also nearly left my laptop in the cafe. Like on the bus going home realised. I was only one stop away though. I ran the entire way and found it sitting. No one even looked up when I took it off the chair and left. No one had even noticed. I love coffee shops at 1 in the morning. Everyone is a zombie despite the coffee.
Of course I am far too chilled from the walk home to sleep right now (and also too caffeinated) but wow Hunger Games. I could not put it down once I hit some sections, even when I was terrifed for everyone all the time. I nearly cried so many times. In public.
I feel so accomplished. My bank account feels a little broke but the rest of me feels accomplished.
I'm not a good people person and I feel like today was a really great way to stretch those wings. A lot of strangers, a lot of small tal, a lot of laughs. That is the way I like to roll. There was a little bit of lying (only the harmless kind), but lying to people I'll never see again is a habit I may never be able to break. It's really just story telling.
First Comic Con, which was awesome. I didn't buy a whole lot (and most of it was jewellry - no idea) but I had a lot of really great conversations. Wearing sports paraphenalia is sort of a great conversational ice breaker at these things because it was me and like one guy in a hockey jersey and in Canada, that's like wearing a t-shirt.
So many of the artists were cool and I'd met a few of them before too. Like this one independent local who I met at TCAF three years in a row. I remembered is first ever published one that had t-rexes and a dude on a motorcycle. He was both impressed and embarassed. I still don't know his name because names don't stick with me ever.
I also met the hot creator of Kill Shakespeare. I was waiting patiently in his line and he kept looking at me like he could recognise me. I don't think he actually remembered me but he asked me if I was an actress or a writer, which made me feel super flattered for no good reason. I had already built a rapport with the guy next to him and so when I said I was actually a math major, the other guy was like "you were way off" in a way that was hilarious.
Seriously, people are awesome and they don't mind if you buy stuff if you are just nice to them and make you laugh.
I then went out, got some serious mileage in to one of my blocked pieces, had my fave salad from my fave cafe, and read the entirety of The Hunger Games.
I also nearly left my laptop in the cafe. Like on the bus going home realised. I was only one stop away though. I ran the entire way and found it sitting. No one even looked up when I took it off the chair and left. No one had even noticed. I love coffee shops at 1 in the morning. Everyone is a zombie despite the coffee.
Of course I am far too chilled from the walk home to sleep right now (and also too caffeinated) but wow Hunger Games. I could not put it down once I hit some sections, even when I was terrifed for everyone all the time. I nearly cried so many times. In public.
I feel so accomplished. My bank account feels a little broke but the rest of me feels accomplished.
I'm not a good people person and I feel like today was a really great way to stretch those wings. A lot of strangers, a lot of small tal, a lot of laughs. That is the way I like to roll. There was a little bit of lying (only the harmless kind), but lying to people I'll never see again is a habit I may never be able to break. It's really just story telling.