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I was watching the anime Death Note, but after completely reading all the related Wiki pages, I kind of don't feel like it anymore. Usually spoilers don't bother me, but I wasn't clinging to this anime anyway. I think it was for 2 reasons...a) the characters had no real emotion, we never learned anything too personal about them and b) there's next to no love story. I never knew I was that kind of girl...but I guess I am. I will sit down one of these days and watch the movies, though.
I'm in two minds about Comic Con.
Part of me is really, really, really bummed I'm not there with Chubecca and I can't see John. This bothers me, especially since it seemed Rebecca was upset I wasn't going. I want to be there, there's so many things I wanted to see this time around, and I wanted to make 100% more of an effort to really hang out with my friends that were going to be there.
But then on the other side....what am I missing? Last year I tried so hard to pretty myself up and everything, and what ended up happening? I was hotter than hell, all sweaty and sticky feeling in my lovely corsets and fishnets. My feet ached, and I was dog tired by 5pm. By the last day, I could hardly stand my roommate and I just wanted to go the fuck home. And I really hate unpacking. I'd rather leave the suitcase in my room until I needed something rather than unpack.
And some of the things I wanted to do so badly and people I wanted to see so much...just cut me down to size. I was waiting to see Gris Grimly. I stood in line for almost an hour, my best little outfit on with my boobs popping out [ever so lovely, might I add], and boom, I was being pushed out of the booth before I could open my mouth. Pretty much *sign card with the same cheesy saying as everyone elses* "Glad you came out to support Mad Creations", and there I go being lead to the outside, blinking. FEH! Shit like that really soured my experience.
I can't help but sympathize with Jhonen Vasquez who is actually there this year [jeez, just my luck, right?]. Of course in all his entries I've ever read and he talked about the Comic Con, it was always negative. I can't help but wonder if half of those hundreds or thousands of people lining up for his signing realize how much he loathes even being there. Or, so he says.
I also watched just a little bit of the coverage on G4, and they said that there are 40,000 more people there this year than last...Man was it crowded enough last year! After a few minutes, you just accepted being bumped against and constantly being broken from your party every few seconds. And to think people brought little kids and strollers to that place!!!! Mon Dieu!
Well, despite my bitterness, I sincerely hope John and Chubecca are having a great time. I hope they take loads of pictures for me [Oh, I can always count on Rebecca for that, thank God]. I know if I were going, I wouldn't be so bitter like this.....but..meh, I'll get over it.
I should go to bed. Tonight the whole family is going out Mini Golfing. I hope we have a lot of fun, actually.
Okay, seriously going to bed now!
I'm in two minds about Comic Con.
Part of me is really, really, really bummed I'm not there with Chubecca and I can't see John. This bothers me, especially since it seemed Rebecca was upset I wasn't going. I want to be there, there's so many things I wanted to see this time around, and I wanted to make 100% more of an effort to really hang out with my friends that were going to be there.
But then on the other side....what am I missing? Last year I tried so hard to pretty myself up and everything, and what ended up happening? I was hotter than hell, all sweaty and sticky feeling in my lovely corsets and fishnets. My feet ached, and I was dog tired by 5pm. By the last day, I could hardly stand my roommate and I just wanted to go the fuck home. And I really hate unpacking. I'd rather leave the suitcase in my room until I needed something rather than unpack.
And some of the things I wanted to do so badly and people I wanted to see so much...just cut me down to size. I was waiting to see Gris Grimly. I stood in line for almost an hour, my best little outfit on with my boobs popping out [ever so lovely, might I add], and boom, I was being pushed out of the booth before I could open my mouth. Pretty much *sign card with the same cheesy saying as everyone elses* "Glad you came out to support Mad Creations", and there I go being lead to the outside, blinking. FEH! Shit like that really soured my experience.
I can't help but sympathize with Jhonen Vasquez who is actually there this year [jeez, just my luck, right?]. Of course in all his entries I've ever read and he talked about the Comic Con, it was always negative. I can't help but wonder if half of those hundreds or thousands of people lining up for his signing realize how much he loathes even being there. Or, so he says.
I also watched just a little bit of the coverage on G4, and they said that there are 40,000 more people there this year than last...Man was it crowded enough last year! After a few minutes, you just accepted being bumped against and constantly being broken from your party every few seconds. And to think people brought little kids and strollers to that place!!!! Mon Dieu!
Well, despite my bitterness, I sincerely hope John and Chubecca are having a great time. I hope they take loads of pictures for me [Oh, I can always count on Rebecca for that, thank God]. I know if I were going, I wouldn't be so bitter like this.....but..meh, I'll get over it.
I should go to bed. Tonight the whole family is going out Mini Golfing. I hope we have a lot of fun, actually.
Okay, seriously going to bed now!