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Last Updated: 12/13/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 21
Sign: Taurus

City: I'm stuck in
State: Georgia
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/19/2008

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Thursday, November 05, 2009 
Dear people that use the Honesty Box and other anonymous apps:

Honesty box = anonymous. Anonymous APPARENTLY = being a GIANT pussy behind the safety of your computer monitor.

I know idiots abuse the fuck out of anonymous apps. But seriously, where do people get the audacity to tell me off AFTER I posted a long ass note explaining what's been going on and answering a lot of questions that have been thrown at me recently? They might as well have told me to go fuck myself when my grandmother passed away. What the hell did that note do to hurt anyone's feelings? And when did I EVER say my life was worse than worse than yours? Seriously, tell me when I said that and I will make an apology.

You don't have to tell me I have a job. I KNOW THAT. You don't have to tell me I go to school. DUH. You don't have to tell me I have friends. REALLY? I only talk to those awesome people EVERY DAY. Maybe you'd have a job if you weren't a lazy piece of shit. And maybe you'd have friends if you weren't such a bipolar jackass that can barely accept even the most basic concepts of reality.

I think when I get in a wreck, I fret over my mother's life, get screwed over by the university, etc. that I have all the right in the world to complain. Don't tell me life could be worse. I already know that. But I do think that by this point life could lighten up a little fucking bit. No one made you read my nagging. You did that all on your own. I'm surprised you assholes could even read what I typed, considering you guys have some of the most god awful spelling and grammar skills known to man.

The point of that note was to explain why I'm losing my mind and why I've been so distant from everyone. People want details, and I will provide as much as I'm comfortable elaborating on. But don't you dare read my note and call me a "stupid idiot" for getting upset over that shit. Last I checked, my grades, financial status, and the safety of those I care about is just a wee bit important. Or, better yet, not reading the note at all and calling me "selfish." I'm sorry, I didn't know worrying about my mother was selfish. Pssh, what was I thinking?

Oh, and don't pull that whole, "My comment wasn't meant to sound rude" shit. When you start off your comment by saying, "You stupid bitch" (among other stuff) that KIND OF comes across as rude. Just a little bit. You guys don't even know the half of the crap I've been dealing with. Only one person on this site knows EVERYTHING. I spoke with her not too long ago.

But in truth I know EXACTLY who left the shit comments. What little decency I have has kept me from plastering their names all over FB so my REAL friends can give them all sorts of hell. If you don't like my bitching then there is a simple solution: REMOVE ME FROM YOUR FRIENDS LIST! Gasp! REALLY? It's THAT easy?! You bet your sorry STD infested ass it is!

Also, on a sort of unrelated note: A lot of people like my daily rants (obviously the previous note was ment to be taken SERIOUSLY, but people whine and bitch about my mini rants as well). Mainly those in regards to idiot college students and clients at work. I post most of those stories as a form of stress relief, and to get a chuckle out of someone. Some people are actually AMUSED by my potty mouth language, and rude character descriptions. I don't post that shit to hurt anyone's feelings, although I don't know how the hell that is even possible. I actually had a good number of people message me recently asking why I haven't posted any more work related stories. They said it had become a treat to read my rantings, and it always made the laugh and feel better. What's the harm in that?
Oh, and the answer: I cut back on my work hours to focus on all the projects that have been recently thrown at me. Most of the crazy stuff happens in the morning or around lunch time. I've been going in late in the afternoon.

TL;DR: My note in regards to current stresses that explain why I've been so distant = I'm a "selfish fuck" that's out to bitch about how my life is worse than yours. Plus I "shouldn't be allowed to complain."
(...Really? Someone needs to get the fuck off the internet if they can't stand anyone's bitching or complaining.)

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Thanks to everyone that has given me words of encouragement and have busted their asses to cheer me up. I know it doesn't show how much I appreciate it, but I really do, more than anyone will ever know. <3 I know my friends are incredible. I don't need some jealous fucktard to tell me that. But I'm just going to be in a horrid, rotten mood for a little while. I'll feel a shit ton better as soon as finals are over in December. But until then I can't escape the stressful shit that will be thrown my way. Thanks to everyone that puts up with me. You guys have the patience of Buddha. <3
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Thursday, November 05, 2009 
Forgive any spelling and grammar errors.

I'M TIRED OF EVERYONE ASKING "WHAT'S WRONG?" ON A DAILY BASIS WHEN I'VE TOLD YOU ALL BEFORE THE SHIT THAT'S BEING GOING ON. NONE OF THIS MESS IS GOING TO CLEAR UP OVERNIGHT.

It's not big news that I've been under a lot of stress recently. However, I feel the need to compile a list of the shit that's happening lately. Why? A lot of my "friends" are idiots and can't seem to remember wtf is going on right after I tell them (in detail) the stresses I've been juggling. That, and now I can be lazy and redirect people to this if they ask any questions. Typing the same sad crud over and over and OVER doesn't help my mood.

Current stresses:

1. That princess/bitch that I got in an accident with last month now wants $1,500 from ME to pay for the dent, that isn't even the size of a baseball, in her ugly ass car. The officer put her at fault, but since we use the same insurance companies they said that "technicalities" put ME at fault. In other words: She either got her dad to stuff his foot up someone's ass so princess would get her way, OR, she sucked someone's dick. I don't care how mean that sounds. However, there is no way in Heaven or Hell that the dent costs that much to fix. No way. NO WAY. She wants the money before Thanksgiving. Way to be in the holiday spirit, whore. I've put this situation on the back burner. I'm sure dad and his load of connections at the court house can help out if need be.

2. No Thanksgiving vacation, AGAIN, this year. That's the only real vacation I get each year, and once again we can't go. We didn't get to go last year because dad was running for county solicitor and leaving town was a terrible idea. But this year we won't get to go because of A) lack of cash and B) mom doesn't want to leave the house in the current state it's in, which brings me to....

3. Our ceiling. The flood damages haven't been repaired at all. Mom isn't' too keen on the idea of leaving the house with a gaping hole in the ceiling, and I can't blame her. The insurance company is willing to fork over $200 to cover damages. No. They can all get in a line and kiss the fattest, whitest part of my ass. Mom isn't pleased because we might be setting up all our xmas stuff in the front room. And that room really isn't convenient for xmas festivities.

4. Spring 2010 fee payments being due by December 3rd. I'm sorry, I think that's insane.

5. The University pulled a "FUCK YOU!" when they made those changes to the art curriculum. It was bad enough that my transfer credits from Highlands (yes, I'm a transfer student, stop acting surprised) have been flip flopped around each semester to where they either count for something or they DON'T, but the recent changes that fucked up those credits, as well as adding more hours to my desired major (as well as a few others) just wasn't fair. Instead of being 2-3 (depending on if I keep a job, or even get another) years from graduating with a BFA, I'm now 4-5 years. And I'm not going to do that. I refuse. There isn't the money for that, and dammit I'm not going to live forever. I wouldn't even do it if I won the lottery and was promised eternal life. I'll either pick a whole new major and go to West Central Tech, transfer to a university that doesn't seem bent on making me kill myself, or another tech school somewhere. I have zero shame is going to a technical college. At least there I can get the exact classes I need at a price that won't make me shit bricks. A lot of people ask me why I don't just transfer to KSU, the art institute, etc. Well, the big reason is money, but the other would be...

6. Mother. She's been under a lot of stress with the house falling apart, as well as getting on track with her college classes (she started going to WCT in September). Her satanic boss from depths of Hell that doesn't pay her well doesn't help, either. I've been helping her with her homework and such, but that doesn't lift a lot of stress. I'm worried about being far away from her, and not being here to help out with anything, or calm her down. It's a terrible thought, but sometimes I wonder if she'll snap and attempt suicide. Most of you would probably say that won't happen. But no one saw it coming when three of my friends killed themselves in high school. Again, a very terrible thought, but either way I want to be here to help as long as we're in a hole... Which has been getting significantly deeper the past two years.

7. Work sucks. No one wants to pay their weekly fees, everyone thinks the world revolves around them, etc. 'Nuff said.

8. It's crunch time at school. Crunch time sort of started last month with all the tests and projects I had to do, but now it's even worse. I've been blowing off my BIG paper for my XIDS class because every time I ask my teacher for help he goes completely scatter brained and tells me something different from the previous time. I'll probably just wing it in the long run. My art assignments are hell. The teacher really shouldn't drop so much on us at once. It's not like that's the ONLY class anyone is taking. We all have jobs and other shit to do. She's also been bad about throwing assignments at us that require knowledge or techniques that everyone is completely oblivious to because WE NEVER COVERED IT IN CLASS. AT ALL. And my test anxiety hasn't improved at all, obviously.

9. My health issues haven't improved, they've just gotten worse. If you don't know exactly what I'm talking about, DON'T ASK. But the recent stress build up has me vomiting almost every other hour when I'm awake. I haven't wanted to be awake this week. I want to sleep all the time, I'm so tired. I don't care what's happening on the outside of my room, or this house. I just want to sleep. The vomiting has tore up my throat to the point it hurts like a mofo to fall asleep with my mouth open. I've been keeping a small pillow over my mouth so I'll breathe through my nose. Migraines often accompany the puking, so needless to say I've missed a lot of classes because my head has been in the toilet. Luckily, my math work is super easy to make up. I just don't want my teacher to think I'm taking advantage of her kindness by being absent so much.

10. I've been forcing procrastination on myself because I've been so overwhelmed. Robert recently bought me a Lava/Halloween Dragon Webkinz plushie. It's pretty bitchin', actually. It's black and orange, and it's made of a very nice fabric. Anyway, in my desperation to distract myself from the daily bullshit I endure (BECAUSE I NEED A DAMN BREAK), I actually signed up for the site. So far all I have done is nitpick the hell out of the site's setup and connection speed, and played the games, some that seem surprisingly tough for kids. But if I don't made a little free time for myself (which I can't really afford to do) I end up thinking about self mutilation or suicide. I'm sure everyone will scold me for this later. I've also been stressed from trying to keep on a happy face. But I usually start to cry when I get home. It's not an obvious sob-fest, I'm just doing my chores or homework with tears rolling down my face. I'm so damn tired I can't even cry right.

11. Money problems, but by this point in the list that's way too obvious.

I'd blab more, but it starts to get personal at this point. Yes, none of what you read was actually considered personal.

Please DON'T question me about the whore driver, my car, my academic life (or college, for you numbnuts), or my mother's stresses. I'm tired of elaborating on it all, and it gets too personal for some of you to know about.
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Friday, October 23, 2009 

Current mood:  pissed off
Most of you have heard me bitch about Robert's roommate before, but for those who haven't let me make a list of some of the crap he's done:
- He clogs the toilet almost every day. I'm not joking.
- He never fixes the clogged toilet.
- He's let his shit sit there and fester for well over 48 hours WHILE HE WAS STILL HERE.
- He is the cause of toilet paper disappearing in very large amounts (obviously).
- Doesn't ask permission to drink Robert's booze.
- Plays music at a volume that should be reserved for movie theaters only.
- Plays shitty music.
- Plays good music then raps in a shitty fashion over it.
- Says "Yew know wut I'm sayin'?" way too often.
- Spray painting his shoes in the bathroom, getting fumes everywhere, and leaving spray paint on the floor to dry.

You're probably wondering why this crap hasn't been taken care of. WELL:
1. Robert is too goddamn nice.
2. When he finally does try to talk to the RA's they all magically vanish.
3. His roommate is too stupid to realize he's being a fucking jerk. Makes it a little harder to tell him to stfu and gtfo. Just a little.

For the record, Robert has very kindly asked the guy to cut his shit out before, but apparently it goes right in one ear and straight out the other.

Why am I pissed?

About an hour ago I woke up to blaring music so fucking loud that objects on the desk were moving. I decided to nap through math because I got a horrid migraine after my first class, and running on two hours of sleep and taking meds that would make me sleepy sure as hell didn't help. Robert was nice enough to let me crash in his room and try to sleep before work so I wouldn't kill everyone. Shortly after Robert left for his class I woke up to what felt like a goddamn earthquake. I don't like being woken up. I sure as hell don't like to be woken up to loud noises that make the room shake. I poked my head in once and VERY nicely asked him to turn down the music a little bit. This lasted all of five minutes. There is no way I can go back over there without being a royal asshole and probably throwing something at his stupid ass head.

The dude is in the music business, which is all fine and dandy, but he loves to take song clips and play the same damn verse over and over for a fucking HOUR or more at a volume that the fucking worms in the ground can hear (this room is on the 3rd floor). Today he's butchering a Muse song. Anyone that knows me well enough knows that I listen to Muse like it's a religion. He's over there destroying the song "Our Time is Running Out" by RAPPING OVER IT. THE GUY CANNOT FUCKING SING. I WILL SING IN FRONT OF ONE MILLION PEOPLE MYSELF BEFORE EVEN THINKING OF HANDING HIM A MICROPHONE. Goddammit, he's ruining their music for me. And when he got on the phone he decided to talk OVER the music instead of turning it down! What the fucking hell? And he's over there yelling, "SPEAK UP, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

Let me point out that Robert did not ask for this fucker as a roommate. The guy he was gonna room with had some bad personal issues occur before school started and didnt' come back. So it was hit or miss if Robert was gonna share the living space.

Since sleep is now impossible I'm going to put in some EAR BUDS BECAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE, play my own damn music, and do homework. I'm also going to pray to my personal god that I don't kill that stupid fuckhead if I see him when I'm leaving. Goddammit. It's not just about me not getting a nap; I don't think I'll be able to concentrate on my friggin' homework with him over there being so damn loud. I wouldn't even be able to concentrate on taking a shit. Geez.
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Friday, October 02, 2009 

Current mood:  scared
All the damage was minimal, and no one got hurt at all.

What happened: I was trying to turn out of the theater parking lot on campus. Cars always speed and drive bumper to bumper down that road, so it's never easy pulling out. I was stopped back far enough that pedestrians could still cross on the side walk. When I began to pull out a car came speeding down the road, and the sun beamed off the car and blinded me. I hit my breaks two feet too late and my bumper hit the side of her car. Both of us stopped and put our hazard lights on. My bumper is fucked up, and there's two scratches on her car. We exchanged info, called campus police, discussed other stuff, etc. Actually, I never actually got to speak to the other driver myself, just one of her friends. She was in the car with her friends (and for some reason told the officer she was alone in the car) and she immediately called MORE of her friends. They were all sorority girls, so I could only imagine the shit they were spouting off about me. At one point there were a dozen people surrounding her car and freaking out like someone had died. They all looked at her car, then would stare me down like I was the devil. How nice.

I know the accident could have been way worse. I've been in the car with friends who got into phenomenal accidents that got on the news. Trust me, I KNOW it could be worse. But I'm pissed with myself. I greatly pride myself for being a good, safe driver. So, this happening is going to be a huge bother to me for a long ass time. Especially since I'm automatically at fault. It also played back images in my head of what my cousin's car looked like when she got killed in an accident. I suppressed all that for a long time.

Also, I wasn't alone in the car. Had I been alone I probably wouldn't have been so uptight about it. The last thing I want is for someone to get hurt because I fucked up. Especially in a damn car accident. That's a shitty way to go out. Right now I'm pretty certain I will be up most of the night drinking and making a big deal about it all. And I'm not going to drive much for about a week. I'm just way too shaken up. I need to vent for a while, remember it could have been worse, and realize that this doesn't mean that I'm going to be a shitty driver from now on.

Oh, and the pedestrians that were close to the vehicles when this happened were nice enough to just stop, stare, snicker, and move on. People are soooooooo courteous. /sarcasm
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Monday, September 21, 2009 

Current mood:  tired

THIS BLOG HAS A SHIT TON OF IMAGES. PLEASE GIVE IT TIME TO LOAD!

Please forgive any spelling, grammar, and html errors. I’m too tired to read all this crap through. None of you will probably read it all, anyway.

 

So, my Saturday at AWA was pretty awesome. I saw about 28058925 people I know, but unfortunately I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with everyone. T__T And of course we were all dumb and didn’t get pics of us together. I was peeved that I didn’t get to spend all three days there like I did last year, but I shouldn’t complain. I also think I saw one of my TERRIBLE ex’s there. I really need to do some snooping and see if it was him. Because if it was that fucker was stalking me and I’m going to go to his house and tear off his penis. Some of you know exactly who I’m talking about… Anyway, I didn’t post all of the photos here because I’m lazy. The rest are in the Anime Weekend Atlanta 2009 album in my pics section. The album is currently “friends only” because not everyone needs to see embarrassing photos of me.

 

Speaking of that, I’m surprised that when I Google “Team Rocket grunt” I don’t see any pictures of myself. My photo was taken at LEAST 100 times this year… That’s the same amount as last year, but damn, I was only there for one day this time.

 

WHILE I’M THINKING ABOUT IT: I want to apologize to a few people. I didn’t mean to seem rude if you were one of the people that asked me about recent health issues. As I have told you, I want to keep all that mess as discreet as possible. Several people that I’m very close to are completely oblivious to it all, and due to current stresses in their lives it is best that they don’t take a share in my problems as well. I’m sorry for being so snappy about it.

 

Before the pics I’d like to share a few short stories and opinions dealing with the con. You can skip this mess if you want:

 

Story 1 – Mr. Sit n’ Babble

Every damn year a random hefty male nerd always sits down with me n’ my friends while we’re taking a break in the lobby. They ALWAYS shove themselves into our conversations like we know exactly who they are. This year it was a round, (obviously) awkward Asian man. He started spouting off to one of my friends about Pokemon and the games coming out in 2010. People don’t get that just because we’re dressed like Team Rocket grunts does NOT mean we want to talk about Pokemon like it’s a religion. While the guy was running his mouth I decided to freshen up my make-up. He got quiet and I peered over real fast to see what happened. He was staring at me with a VERY day-dreamy look on his face while I was putting on my lip gloss. THAT WAS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE FOR ME. Shortly after that he took a picture of us and left. Thank goodness.

 

Story 2 – Severely Creepy Old Man

Robert and I ran into another female Team Rocket grunt and we starting griping about how few grunts there were this year. During this time a very unclean old man (probably in his 60’s) came up to us and decided to show us his copy of “Pokemon Soul of Silver” imported from ....Japan..... I thought, “Okay, that’s sorta cool, now LEAVE.” He was staring at my boobs (which was obvious to EVERYONE) and clearly had no problem inching up closer and closer to us while leaning over to see the secrets of the universe in my shirt. Robert finally announced, “I’M HUNGRY. NOW. LET’S GO. NOW. I’M HUNGRY, LET’S RUN!” I’ve spoken to several people since that happened, and it was obvious to us all: The guy was there ALONE and was constantly talking to all the young girls. Not only that, he was buying some very questionable hentai/porn. I won’t say what; I’ll just let your brains melt thinking about it.

 

Now to break down the annoying groups of assholes by sex and gender because YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE:

 

***AND FOR THE RECORD I am not a homophobe or racist. I support gay rights (and I’m bi, if you didn’t know) and I hate everyone equally (including myself). I’m just explaining what I see and my own personal experiences, so you can’t tell me I’m wrong.

 

The white girls – These are the “glompers” and huggers. They will run up to you and hug you with no warning at all, causing you to shit your pants in terror. They are very squeaky, and tend to asks too many questions about your costume. Some of them apparently don’t take personal hygiene to heart; because their teeth are piss yellow, they have a little too much fat (not that I’m one to talk), and they have a greasy appearance and smell of aged cheese.

 

The white guys – They are usually the very awkward ones that have NO concept of personal space. They won’t usually “glomp” or hug you, but they will stand pressed up against you and stare into your eyes until they steal your soul. They are also the ones who are most likely to disrupt your conversations with friends when all you’re trying to do is take a damn break. They, too, don’t seem to care much about personal hygiene.

 

The black girls – To me, they are the most annoying. A vast majority of them wear school girl uniforms and cat ears. That type of cosplay (if you can call it that) so cliché that I was to tear out my uterus and suffocate them with it. IT’S SERIOUSLY THAT ANNOYING. They’re also pretty loud, way too giggly, and enjoy pointing out the obvious.

Example: One girl said to me, “Hey! You’re Team Rocket! You’re BAD!” …Really? I’ve only been playing the games since they came to ....America.... in 1998. I NEVER FUCKING KNEW, THANKS CAPTAIN OBVIOUS! Seriously, to me that’s just as bad as me saying to her, “Hey! You’re wearing cliché cat ears!”

 

The black guys – They all seem to be pretty laid back. They keep to themselves, don’t invade my personal space bubble, and they just want some good photos.

 

The ignorant people that DO NOT cosplay – These people don’t cosplay, and come off as know-it-alls to the people that are cosplaying. That or they are just air-headed. Example: If it isn’t painfully obvious by now I’ve cosplayed at AWA the past two years as a Team Rocket GRUNT, not Jessie or James (the two you see in the anime, “Pokemon Yellow”, and sometimes the manga). Grunts, especially in more recent games, wear all black. Jessie has bright red hair, red lipstick, green earrings, and huge knockers. James has purple hair and carries a rose. Both of them wear outfits that are black AND white. So, I get severely irritated when I’m asked well over 20 times: “Will you say the motto?!” “Are you after Pikachu?!” “Where’s Meowth?!” “Are you Jessie?”

Bitch, I’m wearing all black, my hair is black, and I’m carrying around a damn Arceus (“God” of the Pokemon) plushie, DO I REALLY LOOK LIKE JESSIE OR JAMES?

 

The cosplayers – Obviously pretty cool people. Some of them put little to no effort in their costume. But hey, I understand when you’re short on time and cash you do what you gotta do. Others plan well ahead and have costumes worthy praise, prizes, and every fiber of jealous hate you have in your body. They’ll pose for pictures, answer (most) questions, and will try to keep a smile on their face no matter how many times they’ve been blinded by camera flashes.

 

The Asians - 99% of them are bitchin’ cosplayers. Lucky assholes.

 
 
 

OKAY, ENOUGH ....READING...., PICTURE TIME!

 

I didn’t wear all of my costume (the hat and gloves) the whole time because it gets REALLY hot there; especially in the dealer’s room! Plus the severe humidity from the rain didn’t help. Aaaand I was running a small fever from my sinus infection. Yes, I got ANOTHER one during the con this year. I should mention that the lighting in the dealer’s room is shit for photos, flash on or off, so all photos taken in there look uniquely bad. L And be nice about how fail I look. I was running a fever, humidity DESTORYED my hair and make-up, my teeth look yellow because my face is so damn white, and my legs are still ham hawks… Try to overlook that. On the plus side I did manage to lose some of my Taco Bell loving gut before the con! :D


As for my disappearing arm: I kept hiding one of my arms behind by back because I was holding a lot of stuff, and people wanted REALLY FUCKING FAST PHOTOS, so I just put my arm behind by back so you wouldn’t see all the junk.

 
 
  1. Look at my bright red lipstick. It’s nice, right? I got a cruel reminder of why I stopped wearing it: Throughout out the day it was turning purple. It looked like I got punched in the face. And I know I look sleepy/“meh”. It was raining like a motherfucker and there were more idiots on the road than usual.
 
 
 
  1. Bad photo taken in the dealer’s room is bad. But the Misty girl was cute, and both Ash cosplayers did a great job on their costumes.
  
 
 
  1. I don’t care much at all for the show “Inuyasha” but that kid was adorable!
  
 
 
  1. I’m sure this looks like something I’d hate, but I actually REALLY loved it. I was able to get a photo with her later in the day.
  
 
 

5. Shop girl Yuka at the 6%DokiDoki stand. If you haven’t listened to me babble, here’s the short version of how I knew she’d be there… I became a fan of Amy (of Shrinkle) a few years ago, I started reading her blog religiously, 6%DokiDoki had a temporary store near her home for a while, Amy posted lots of pictures of Yuka and praised the store on her blog, I watched the 6% Myspace page, they made an announcement about being at AWA, and I HAD TO FRIGGNI’ GO!

As predicted, I got way too excited, and forgot every word of Japanese I had ever learned so I couldn’t talk to her… However, when Yuka and one of the girls behind the register started talking I was able to understand every word. They were talking about turning a long necklace into a belt for a skirt. I was proud of myself for understanding.

I know you can’t really see the bracelet Yuka is wearing (on the viewer’s left), but I bought one just like it. I was eyeing one of them for a while, and Yuka came up to me and showed me hers. I was then obligated to buy it.

I look like a damn behemoth next to her. And my face looks so derpy. I was just so excited! Again, dealer’s room photos = fail. :C

  
 
 
  1. There is always a lot of Espeon (viewer’s left) and Umbreon (viewer’s right) cosplay, but I liked these girl’s costumes the best.
  
 
 
  1. Automatic win:
  
 
 
  1. I don’t know what he was doing up there.
  
 
 
  1. This guy always kicks my ass in Resident Evil 5.
  
 
 
  1. A Jessie-less James. He was carrying around a Meowth and Pikachu plush. J I’m now pissed that some ass-hat stole my Burger King Pokeballs when I was little…
  
 
 
  1. Grab n’ Go Piccolo. Hurhurhur. I hate it when people wear white stocks with black sandals. ESPECIALLY YOU, PICCOLO. WHAT THE HELL?
  
 
 
  1. Awesome Mudkip guy. My chest looks so… lonely…
  
 
 
  1. I DON’T WANT TO PLAY A GAME. He gave me lots of hugs.
  
 
 
  1. *Poke* Get the hell up. I got a lot of photos of these two in my album.
  
 
 
  1. Look at those super hot FFVIII cosplayers! The Edna cosplayer was hella sexy. Forgive the lame pose; some asshole ran into me during the shot.
  
 
 
  1. Another Ash. J
  
 
 
  1. Switching roles. I giggled.
  
 
 
  1. Hey, James came back!
  
 
 
  1. FUCK YES! I do love Missing No. It shockingly never fucked up my games.
  
 
 
  1. Hahaha!
  
 
 
  1. Cute Drifloon and Growlithe girls!
  
 
 
 
  1. The Samus costume was AMAZING. The girl was being bombarded by photographers, so we didn’t bother her.
  
 
 
  1. “Glompers will be bitten. (And not in the ‘fun’ way.)” I respect this.
  
 
 
  1. Sailor Mars. I know it’s a bad photo, but she was awesome. She wore flats (shoes) into the dealers room instead of her heals. Very smart.
  
 
 
  1. We never caught up to Pedobear. We kinda didn’t want to.
  
 
 
  1. Bulbasaur! :D
  
 
 
  1. There ended up being a lot of “OBJECTION!” I never got a good group shot.
  
 
 
  1. Really awesome FFIV cosplayers! I also saw Rydia, but due to circumstances I rather not elaborate on, I never got a photo…
  
 
 
  1. COMPANION CUBE! I’ll never incinerate you! <3 Until I have to so I can continue the story line…
  
 
 
  1. Dammit, Pyramid Head, you needed to be inside for more than an hour!
  
 
 
  1. So much win here. If you haven’t seen the movie (for the guy on the viewer’s left) then you can’t really appreciate how amazing and dead on accurate his costume is. And of course Star Wars costumes are accurate and amazing like 90% of the time.
  
 
 
  1. Sadly we never got a great group shot of these guys. Their costumes and weapons were perfect!
  
 
 
  1. Guess what I had for dinner?
  
 
 
 
  1. For once in my life I felt love for Wesker (guy in the middle). I’m sure when I play Resident Evil 5 again I’ll hate his guts. But the guy cosplaying him was hella cute. For whatever reason I tend to date skinny, super nerdy men like that.
  
 
 
 

Unfortunately, the trip ended on a bad note. My sinus infection REALLY knocked me out yesterday, and the car ride home (in the bad weather with no air conditioning) was hell. I’ve been vomiting an ungodly amount for the past two days and I’m surprised that my tonsils haven’t fallen out from bathing in stomach acid. At least it didn’t hit at the con. That would have been the worst.
 
Sometime soon I'll be posting info for a contest to find someone on Facebook. Yes, I know that sounds stupid. THERE WILL BE A DAMN PRIZE.

 
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Thursday, July 23, 2009 
Anz's guide to dating (on and offline)!

The dating world hasn't been incredibly nice to me, nor a lot of my friends. So gathering my personal experiences, my friend's experiences, and gathering knowledge from general observations, I will tell you ignorant little bitches what to do to attract a mate, and what you will probably do to fuck it up.

Thanks to everyone that contributed their useful tips as well as rantings.



Anything with a * in front of it applies to on and offline dating.

INFORMATION THAT IS HELPFUL NO MATTER WHAT:
* - If you are a girl and you have lots of guy friends you may have a bit of a hard time getting a date. He will be suspicious.
* - Same to the guys. If you have a lot of gal pals then good luck getting a girl. You know they're all nuts. I'm not saying it's fair, I'm just saying...
* - If you like to party and know a lot of models, strippers, party animals that have made a name for themselves, etc. then you're not landing squat. How the hell are you going to maintain a relationship while you're shit-faced in Atlanta getting humped by a hussy? 

PHOTOS:
- If you're going to post only one photo of yourself make sure it is one of you smiling. Don't scare everyone off with a scowl.
- Uploading multiple pictures doesn't hurt, either.
- Unless you have an iPhone, or something awesome like that, use a REAL camera to take your pictures. No one really wants to see some half assed blurry, poor resolution picture of what might be your face.
* - Guys, stop posting pictures of your car. Seriously. Most girls don't give a damn about how pimped the outside looks. She will just want the inside to be clean. Better grab a garbage bag and get to work.
- Guys and girls: "Sexy" body shots aren't always a brilliant idea. Sexy = topless, in a string bikini, in your underwear, in a towel, etc. If someone gets in touch for you for you sexy photos then they want sex and NOTHING else.
* - Stoned faces, and food all around your face and on your shirt isn't attractive. Lay off the bong and take a bath.

PROFILE:
- Read someone's profile completely. Don't ask someone a question they have already answered.
- Observe their age. I'm mainly talking to you, old farts. A twenty year old girl miiiight not want to date a seventy year old man.
- Where does this person live? Chances are you don't want to drive more than an hour for a date.
* - What is the person looking for? Long-term, dating, friendship, etc.? If you just want to screw around don't message someone who is looking for a long-term relationship (and viceversa).

TYPING:
- dont type liek u dont know how 2 spell or use grammer
- txting only wrks on phoes
- Why Do You Capitalize Every Letter Of Every Word?
- Okay, seriously: Maybe you like coming off as a complete idiot, and there are a lot of other people that can read your garbage, but you will scare off some awesome people with your shitty typing skills. Chances are you are American and you were brought up learning how to spell properly. Use that knowledge.
* - MICROSOFT WORD IS YOUR FRIEND. USE IT.

IMing (instant messaging):
* - See typing information listed above.
* - Even if you waste your life on messengers all of the time doesn't mean everyone else does. Don't get your undies in a knot if someone isn't signed on, has an away messge up, or takes more thn 30 seconds to respond. Getting all emo over that stuff will get you bitched out and blocked, most likely.

THE DATE (dun dun duuuuuuun):
* - If you're normally not the polite type (holding open doors, pulling out chairs, etc.) then don't start. It's pretty lying.
* - Even if the girl says she's okay with eating at a burger joint DON'T LISTEN. Take her somewhere nicer. Hell, even the Waffle House is a step up from McDonald's. If you can't afford it then don't go on a damn date.
*  - If you had a bad time on the date then have the courtesy to tell the person "thanks" if nothing else. Don't blow them off and never speak to them again. THAT'S A REAL DICK MOVE, ASSHOLE. >:C



That's it for now! More to come later.


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