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My mother gets more excited about my costumes than I do, I swear to god. She's got so much enthusiasm, it's hard to keep up. It's also hard to buy the 'well, whatever you want' when she goes on to talk about how I just can't can't do that because it's not how it works'
I'm not doing historical costuming, I'm doing fantasy, and I think a smooth line would be better.
In other news, I'm pretty sure I'm having a bad reaction to milk products, which sucks because I like them. On the other side, when I decide to STOP eating yogurt, my stomach tries to kill me every time I eat. Choices choices. Phlem or stomach pain. Yay.
Further on the health front, I'm getting pretty sick of being sick.
I caught a cold or something after anime boston, which killed my head with mucus, and right when I thought I was getting better (this week) suddenly I'm dizzy achy and seem to be running a low grade fever.
Yay.
But I'm trying to keep my enthusiasm up, because I DO like making costumes.
and Plushies. I somehow managed to make the Dusk patter bigger.
Again.These things are trying to kill me. I'm going to wake up with a life-sised Dusk looming over my bed, with no Keyblader to save me.
... or it will bring me tea, acknowledging me as the Master of Oblivion. one of the two.
And I'm wearing sise sixteen jeans. This excites me a great deal. I really should try and fix that scale, so I can find out how much I weigh. Not that I want to know, really, but it could be useful.
my dear big brother is getting older again next week. I really suck at dates but it's eitehr the sixteenth or the eighteenth. No really, I just dont' remember. Same with Kat- her birthday is the seventh of may, or the eighth. I really don't know.
They know, that's what's important.
I said I'd get another tattoo for my 30th birthday. I know what I want, and where I want it, but every time I put on a cosplay and look down at my tattoo (which I love the rest of the time) I cringe.
Also on the costume front I just realized that I DREAMED going to the costume store and findign the makeup for my next cosplay, which means I a) havent' found the right shade and b) still have to do it.
Darn.
The new boots are awesome though. I need to... I dont' know, get a Xaldin wig or something. Or make a Gourry Gabreiv costume. I'm enormous in them. I want to wear them for more than just the one cosplay.
If I keep it up, my cosplays won't fit all in one box, which is kind of distressing. it's kind of already on the way there.
I need to just DO stuff, instead of crying and staring into the distance, and hoping someone will comment.
I do not need validation, I need productivity. THAT is my validation. Knowing that I am, in fact, kind of awesome some of the time.
Alright, alot of the time.
>.> *Hides so the failbrick doesn't find her*
Okay, this kind of ends my chattyness for today. Thanks for not reading.
I'm not doing historical costuming, I'm doing fantasy, and I think a smooth line would be better.
In other news, I'm pretty sure I'm having a bad reaction to milk products, which sucks because I like them. On the other side, when I decide to STOP eating yogurt, my stomach tries to kill me every time I eat. Choices choices. Phlem or stomach pain. Yay.
Further on the health front, I'm getting pretty sick of being sick.
I caught a cold or something after anime boston, which killed my head with mucus, and right when I thought I was getting better (this week) suddenly I'm dizzy achy and seem to be running a low grade fever.
Yay.
But I'm trying to keep my enthusiasm up, because I DO like making costumes.
and Plushies. I somehow managed to make the Dusk patter bigger.
Again.These things are trying to kill me. I'm going to wake up with a life-sised Dusk looming over my bed, with no Keyblader to save me.
... or it will bring me tea, acknowledging me as the Master of Oblivion. one of the two.
And I'm wearing sise sixteen jeans. This excites me a great deal. I really should try and fix that scale, so I can find out how much I weigh. Not that I want to know, really, but it could be useful.
my dear big brother is getting older again next week. I really suck at dates but it's eitehr the sixteenth or the eighteenth. No really, I just dont' remember. Same with Kat- her birthday is the seventh of may, or the eighth. I really don't know.
They know, that's what's important.
I said I'd get another tattoo for my 30th birthday. I know what I want, and where I want it, but every time I put on a cosplay and look down at my tattoo (which I love the rest of the time) I cringe.
Also on the costume front I just realized that I DREAMED going to the costume store and findign the makeup for my next cosplay, which means I a) havent' found the right shade and b) still have to do it.
Darn.
The new boots are awesome though. I need to... I dont' know, get a Xaldin wig or something. Or make a Gourry Gabreiv costume. I'm enormous in them. I want to wear them for more than just the one cosplay.
If I keep it up, my cosplays won't fit all in one box, which is kind of distressing. it's kind of already on the way there.
I need to just DO stuff, instead of crying and staring into the distance, and hoping someone will comment.
I do not need validation, I need productivity. THAT is my validation. Knowing that I am, in fact, kind of awesome some of the time.
Alright, alot of the time.
>.> *Hides so the failbrick doesn't find her*
Okay, this kind of ends my chattyness for today. Thanks for not reading.