Well, the convention went well for me, not quite so well for everyone else in my group. One girl couldn't come, another got sick and left Saturday at 5:00 PM. Poor Moof hurt her her already weak ankle while hanging out with me on the Friday before we went when she tripped on the sidewalk and limped about in a tenser bandage the whole time. On Saturday, everyone ordered Swiss Chalet for dinner except me, I hate Swiss Chalet so I got room service. Then we suspect the chicken gave one of my girlfriends and her boyfriend food poisoning and they went back to their hotel rooms halfway through the J-Pop dance party that night. As for the last girl, she was working at one of the booths in the dealer's room most of the time, so I didn't see much of her.
Despite all this, we still saw lots of new anime, scored lots of cool stuff and attended lots of panels and other crazy things at the convention (like this strange yaoi themed AMV, C is for Cakey, uses C is for Cookie set to Descendants of Darkness, check it out). Nothing really bad befell me. I got all the How to Draw Manga books I wanted, including Occult and Horror. I stayed for the entire J-Pop party where 9 of the 10 speakers got blown out. I even won a free manga at the party, though I'm not quite sure what for. They played a slow dance and I dance with one of my girlfriends who is a lesbian and some lady just went up to me, said "congratulations" and handed me a manga, maybe we just made a good looking yuri couple.
I had a quiz in Vertebrate Histology on Tuesday, I spent all Monday studying and did fine. Classes seem to be okay for me, since I only have 2. The final exam schedule doesn't come out until July and I'm worried I won't be able to go anywhere for summer vacation. I'll also get an e-mail from one of the profs about if I get to go that field course that involves scuba diving in the bahamas.
I had my dentists' check-up today and I booked a doctor's appointment next week. I hate my going to the dentist's so much. There's that satanic device that sucks all the moisture out of your mouth, then the idiot dental hygenists who stab my gums and leave them bleeding as they clean them. Must be nice being a dentist, the hygenist seems to do most of the work unless there's a serious problem, but in Canada most people have okay teeth. I seriously doubt the urban legend about them having a high rate of suicide. No cavities of problems, my inside wire leftover from my braceface days just keeps trapping tarter was the only issue.
My Kitsune mask is almost complete, I just need Moof's finishing spray to protect it. I painted the black decorations with india ink, a mistake in retrospect since it smudges. I gluegunned a velcro strip on the back to hold it to my head, you can't even see it. Still got tonnes of other projects to work on.
Working on a dragoon helm to make my own set of armor with the wrappit, I've cut out and taped together the basic carboard skeleton helm that I'm then going to stick wrappit onto. Moof is kind of self conscious of her weight and wants to loose some before I make armor for her, but in the meantime, I'm going to make armor for myself to wear to a convention in the future. Mine's going to have a helm ala Final Fantasy Dragoon Lancers, but Moof's going for a more Amazon scale mail look. Something tells me I'm going to be stocking up on this wrappit stuff. They had mouldable materials at the convention, but at 15-30$ per square meter, I think I'll pass. Wrappit is only about 4$ per square meter even though you can't get it wet afterwards, some waterproof sealant helps do the trick.
Last thing to put, best line at the con (According to The Lady of Moof): We checked in our luggage Saturday morning because we couldn't go to our hotel rooms until about 2 PM. When we went back to claim them something got mixed up and my claim ticket was nowhere to be found. I pointed out my bag and the bellhop, who asked me how he was going to know if it was mine without a claim ticket. I answered "There's a green bikini with a tropical pattern inside" (I brought it with me to go in the hotel pool). He decided not to challenge me on that one, he just gave me my suitcase and told me to have a nice day.
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Journey of a Ronin
The thoughts, musings, insanity and rants of a wandering warrior. A self professed student/artist/dreamer/anarchist, riding the waves to find my place in the world.
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