Yeah, so I post late. Anyhow.
I asked my mom about going to Hollow Bastion for the conference a day or so ago.
To quote her reply - "Fuck no."
Geez, so the universe breaks apart and I end up in the most dangerous place I could possibly be at the moment one time. Honestly, I didn't even have that many bruises! okay, so there was that one, but come on, don't act like you've never fallen down a flight of stairs before. Really now.
So I guess I'm going to satisfy myself with plopping down in front of the tv and hoping the reporters don't talk too much. Sigh.
Brandon, I'm going to be able to help on with finding the princesses. I have a plan: my sister is going to help sneak me out, and keep my mom from losing it. I feel guilty leaving, but I'll be glad to get away and do something useful. The general pessimism of certain persons I know about this entire situation is extremely distracting.
And on that note, if any magic teacher read this - Merlin, Yen Sid, Cheshire Cat, whoever - I want to talk to you, if you can.
And I think I'm forgetting something. I guess I should just go to sleep.