I Think I'm Dumb. Or Maybe Just Happy.
I think I'm finally starting to settle in here. My first class of graduate school got out an hour and a half ago. Yes, it's late but morning classes were the bane of my existence anyway. I got to go to a Ren Faire over the weekend, which was infinitely more awesome than the shitty Connecticut one that I went to last year. This was both because the fair itself was better and because I was there with people who I get along with, not ones that call me an ugly bitch and cause me to spend half of it in the woods having panic attacks. There was someone in a full furry wolf costume which made me sad until I saw someone in a Guy Fawkes mask and it made me happy again. That and the awesometastic bands and sword swallowers and sword fighting and Romeo and Juliet acted out as pirate Montagues vs ninja Capulets. The fair runs through October, so hopefully I'll get to go back a few times. Tomorrow, I get to go see Stone Sour, Avenged Sevenfold, Disturbed and whoever the hell else is opening for them. Should be fun as long as my roomate doesn't get piss drunk again. Which he will. But I can deal as long as I'm not stuck drunk sitting or cleaning puke out of my car.