Sunday, September 30, 2001
(7:09 p.m.) [link]
breathless / Breathe here
Friday, September 14, 2001
(3:44 p.m.) [link]
The winds are blowing again. This gives me a peace that I cling to with no small part of my being, because I don't know how long this peace will last.
I don't want to see the flames I fear are coming. I don't want people to burn so I won't have to.
But look at us. Look at how we've treated the world, let alone each other. It's only a matter of time...
I was just hoping, somewhat selfishly, that it wouldn't be the same time as me. Like maybe a hundred years after I'm gone...
Some people say they wish life would just stop... that everything owuld stop so they can try and cope with what's happened. But it doesn't work like that.
The ones left behind still breathe. We still need to eat, to drink, to take care of the flesh given to us...
I have to go on, because I'll remain in that day and lose myself if I don't.
But look at me, writing about the thing I'm trying to get over...
Time to go back to trivial matters. Don't. Don't look at me that way. I'm not making light of what happened...
But I know there's only so much I can do, so much I can donante, so many good vibes/thoughts/prayers I can send...
Then what?
And if writing about something light helps someone else get over it too, then it makes it that much mroe important.
So, as I was going to say, I've fallen for yet another anime. Gravitation. I've only seen 1-9, but even that I'm hopelessly in love with.
Shuichi and Ryuichi are both loveable. Insane, but loveable.
Hiro is a sex god (and if he does end up with that simpering Ayaka, it's a damn shame).
Yuki is an utter bastard. (but he looks so nice when he smiles)
And Shuichi is SD about half the time in the whole thing. It's almost scary.
Tohma, I feel sorry for... long story
Brief plot summary: Shuichi Shindo is the lead singer for the group "Bad Luck". He along with the guitarist and close friend, Hiroshi Nagano (Hiro), they're struggling to get their foot in the door in the world of jpop. One day while worrying over some lyrics for a song, the wind snatches the paper from his hand and into those of famous romance novelist Eiri Yuki. Shuichi's life is never the same again...
This is a shounen-ai anime (hence why I'm into it) that so far goes no deeper than kissing (damn). I swear, though, some of Shuichi's SD moments scary! Yuki I want to throttle. I was literally screaming at my monitor that Shuichi should go with Hiro. He's a friend, he understands Shuichi... Yuki's so... cold. But, he's the one Shuichi loves, so... ::shrugs::
And then there's the group, Nittle Grasper (no, I didn't make that up). The lead singer, Ryuichi Sakuma, is the one who impressed Shuichi into wanting to sing. Now in the manga, the group, which consist of Ryuichi, Seguchi Tohma, (President of the label that Bad Luck works under) and Noriko (other name unknown) are suppose to be in their thirties. In the manga, they look it (Tohma was done a disservice, he looks WAY better in the anime). But, in the anime, they look no older than Shuichi! (approx 18-19) Hiro looks older! (approx 19-20) So does Yuki! (22). What gives? Actually, I'm not really complaining, but it really threw me off in one scene before I found out how old they were, because I had just assumed (bad word) that Ryuichi was around Shuichi's age. That'll learn me.
This series seems like pure fluff from the get go, but it actually spans a wide range of emotions, while still maintaining this kind of innocent, WAFFy appeal.
(One of the serious poitns involves the rivalry with another boy band called ASK. Mainly the lead singer, Aizawa. First he overhears Shuichi talking to Yuki's sister about staying with him. Aizawa uses this to start a scandal in the papers speculating about Shuichi's relationship with Yuki. Yuki, being the utter bastard that he is, tosses Shuichi out without telling him the real reason why. So Shuichi doesn't even know until he's nearly trampled by a group (mob) of fan girls. He's 'saved' by Aizawa. I have to go back and look at ep 6, but I read summaries from the manga that said Shuichi, who after getting thoroughly drunk by Aizawa, is forced to let himself be raped and have pictures taken by Aizawa to keep Yuki's name out the papers. Oh, don't worry, Aizawa will get his... but this is what I mean by the range of emotion this thing can cover.)
Unfortunately, I've yet to find eps 10-13 fansubbed. So I guess I'll have to wait. ::sigh::
::hopes to see them soon::
This thing is probably fill of typos, but I don't care, I'll maybe fix them later.
breathless / Breathe here
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
(10:39 p.m.) [link]
Let's see how well I can disappear. Granted, by doing this, nobody reads this thing, but that's okay, because I have greater freedom in what I can write now.
Not that I've much to say at the moment, other than wishing my muses would come back.
But there's a strange peace to this freedom of mine... almost elation...
breathless / Breathe here
(9:35 p.m.) [link]
I have no problem with anyone posting anything on their own pages.
My beef was when it was brought to the group page.
But to imply I shouldn't say what I feel on my own page...
I never once said don't say it on your own page... That's why we all have our own pages, is it not. And I didn't agree with what was said a lot of times. It's when the things were brought to the group where people are in need os support right now...
Thank you so very very much.... I see where you stand.
(7:20 p.m.) [link]
I love how people wait until after they've gone and mucked up before coming back with how they "truly" feel.
Day late, dollar short.
And I tried really hard not to be upset today, because I knew it would be a useless emotion.
You know who I feel especially sorry for? The Arabs and Muslims over here who had nothing to do with it but will suffer for it anyway at some idiot's hands.
God, when I go, let it be quick.
And it hit me when a friend online said one of her coworker's had a son on one of the planes. He saw one of the stewardesses get stabbed and knew. He grabbed his cellphone, called home, and told them goodbye.
And all I can do is hope he knew no pain...
(5:30 p.m.) [link]
Thank you KK and Jen. Thank you so much for thinking and being so effin' considerate that instead of taking your personal comments to your own blogs LIKE Jasmine did, you instead out it on the group blog and bring everybody down.
Thank you for making everyone feel worse.
Thank you for being the obviously shallow people we had only before suspected you of being.
God... the nation is going through hell, and you had to put it THERE of all places.
People have lost their lives, and you want to tell someone "Fuck you".
And then can't even do it yourself like real women, but have to bring in other people.
Cowardly, sick, shallow... there are no words in this language I can think of or find to truly describe your lack of humanity... and soul.
If you want to get mad at Jasmine (who frankly, I thought was RIGHT), that's fine... but do it on your own page, on your own time, not where everyone else is trying to just keep each other going through another day.
Oh yeah, and bringing little Miss Muffet, AKA Jordan, AKA you're NEVER going to have a chance so get over your stupid obsession into it... really immature, Jen. You don't know how immature.
A truly evil and twisted thing to say at this point would be wondering why fate didn't have you two there in the building... but I'm trying not to get that low. I don't want to be on the same level as you two.
Conniving, petty, hypocritical...
You make me ill. You've made people I showed your post to ill and violent. You are beyond any moral redemption and value and frankly, I find your existance a true waste of genetic material.
Do everyone a favor and go live out the rest of your meaningless lives in your little plastic worlds.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
(5:01 p.m.) [link]
Dare I say who? No, I won't. Just makes me twitch to know how high the level of insensitivity can go, hand-in-hand with self-absortion. No no, I shan't say who. They might be known, they might not. I would say they may recognize themself, but self-absorbed people rarely see their faults.
Later on I'll see about getting some old clothes and maybe a blanket together to donate to the Red Cross. Even if we all can't give blood, we can give something.
breathless / Breathe here
(4:53 p.m.) [link]
The world may die tomorrow,
but there is still today
The clouds block the sun from my sight,
but I know its light is still there
The eternal minute ticked by
faded into the past
The sun burns through the clouds,
blinding me with it's light
Life has been wounded,
but it continues on
I'll keep breathing still,
until my scheduled last,
(even if I don't know when that is)
The pain is severe,
but will one day heal
Definitely not right now, probably not very soon,
actually, I cannot say...
The world may die tomorrow,
but there is still today
1 sigh / Breathe here
(1:24 p.m.) [link]
I want to know why people keep saying the world is going to hell as a result of what's happened? I got news, it can't go somewhere it already is.
breathless / Breathe here
(12:30 p.m.) [link]
What... can I say, really?
Nothing.
No magical word is going to make this not exist. There's no grand rewind button, and certainly no cut or delete. There's nothing to be done that will make it go away as easily as an unpleasantry online or in a movie.
Nothing at all.
Sure, I'll admit, I wish I could make someone hurt for this. Granted, I don't have anyone in NYC or Washington that I'm especially close to, but it doesn't lessen the impact of what's happen at all. It may be I do know someone (ML, online, something). All I can do is hope they're okay.
Yes, I want to hurt someone, very badly... and slowly... and painfully...
and messy.
But then what? The cycle starts because if I did find the persons responsible and managed to hurt them, I'm hurting someone's child/brother/sister/parent/etc. No, this doesn't excuse them for what they did, but this is how it will start, because then in hurting them, someone will (irrationally) want to hurt me. They might succeed. In turn they may becaome victims to answer for hurting me...
and so on and so forth.
I don't want to fall in the cycle. I don't want to see others fall into it. But I know it's probably going to happen. I'm just worried about more innocents getting caught in the middle like they were today.
Damnit, aim for BUSH! The civilians didn't have anything to do with it, HE'S THE IDIOT!
Anybody know where the shmuck is, anyway?
And I can't donate blood because of the pills.
And I thought I hated them before.
Yet, life's going on in this part of the world. I suppose some would be shocked/appalled at the seemingly lack of concern. Businesses are still open. Trains and buses are still running.
But... I understand.
There's nothing to be done. We keep those people who have survived, (as well as mourn for those who didn't), in our hearts, but is letting our lives stop going to help them at all?
We help where we can, when we can. Perhaps part of that help is to just keep going.
How's it go?
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
courage to change the things I can
and wisdom to know the difference.
I wish, oh I wish I could change what happened. I wish there was some giant reset button and it never happened.
But I'm only god in my imagination. In Reality, I'm only me. Nothing wrong with that, but I have to accept my limitations.
I could, I suppose, pray for vengence. But I'm not. I may not even be around to see the one's responsible get theirs. I do believe it will happen, though. Nobody gets away with that, and I'm not just takling about the laws placed by society. An act like this will come back.
Is it fate this happened? Were those people suppose to die? I don't know, I don't have a direct line to cosmic entities to ask.
In the end, all I can do is hope.
Hope for what?
...just hope.
breathless / Breathe here
Monday, September 10, 2001
(7:37 a.m.) [link]
Six hour 'catnaps' are not healthy. But what can I do until I get use to... those. ::glares at pills::
Gomen, Harlen. I didn't mean to not say anything about your B-day. Hell, I don't even remember what the @#&$ I did that day or the day after. Not an excuse, though. ::plans to con-vince brother to make song as gesture of forgiveness::
Haven't gotten package yet, Kit. I'll give it until Tuesday before I start shooting people.
Sorry, minna. I haven't really been doing my normal journal circuit, either. When I say I've been hazed, I mean hazed.
I admit to taking small 2-2 1/2 catnaps during the day, usually anytime between the hours of 1 and 4. (I'm a leo, catnaps are a given, trust me) However, we're talking me... in a coma... between 10am-5pm.
I swear, they could do major surgery on me and I wouldn't notice.
Yesterday was a little better. Instead of just hours of sleeping, I kept taking these mini naps all day, wake up, do something, go back...
So I'm getting used to it.
But I hate hazing and I don't see how people would want to do drugs if it makes you feel like that because I need to feel connected to my body and it's only my mind I like to send out into space and the great beyond so my imagination can go where it will but not this no never like this it isn't real there's nothing remotely "cool" about it and oh gods it's frightening how can anyone like feeling this way and so far away from within their own self a good book can do a better job and you can come back when you want to but this takes me away and I'm afraid I'll never find my way back.
"Reasons Gen would never consider anything harder than a good Screwdriver"
Anyway, that's also the reason I haven't been logging entries with my usual routine. Being hazed doesn't leave much for one to write.
But again, I'm getting use to it. I wonder in my melancholy writing rants will have survived the trip. Well, if I can't be insane one way, I'll just have to find another...
Later, I will do the YnM review scene, though I feel cheated. ::sulks:: No Watari.
1 sigh / Breathe here
Friday, September 7, 2001
(7:21 a.m.) [link]
Oh fate, I HATE restarting my lithium therapy. It's worse than any general anesthetic. The time I'm spending in a sleep so close to death it ain't funny, I could be WORKING. I don't like this. I downright hate it...
But my only other option is a life in emotional torment as I'm plagued by inner demons the likes of which would make Stephen King twitch.
::sigh::
Anyway, not today, but pretty soon I'm going to sit down and give a recap/summary/rant of Boku no Sexual Harassment and Yami no Matsuei. I might also do Petshop of Horrors, but I can't say for sure. The anime OAVs were just not enough (same with YnM, since a LOT of stuff got cut from the manga).
Still, I went ahead and ordered some YnM fansubs. I dream of a day where either a: I can take a decent Japanese class that doesn't start at hellish hours or the morning, b: I befriend a native speaker willing to teach me one-on-one, c: Some kind ::cough:: company translates the manga and brings it over here.
And anyone who thinks Yaoi fans are naturally open-minded... think again. yaoi fans are human, first and foremeost, and can be just as assholey, narrow-minded, and all around morons like any other said idiot of society.
No, I don't happen to like reading het fics and such, but I'm not going to bash them, either!
Though I might snipe at SM het and yuri, just because I'm sick of SM and there's not a lot of yaoi written for it in comparison. Then again, I'll snipe at anything GW, because I'm sick of that too.
But sniping's one thing. I'm not going to loudly proclaim to the world that SM and GW suck dead, hairy bull nuts. They don't, actually. If asked, however, I will say I've been overindulged by it and frankly, could really stand to see a lot less.
Tangent. Point to this one is some (not all) yaoifans can be just as big an idiot as their rightwing counterparts.
It never ends.
More later, I feel another haze coming on. I'll be so glad when I can build up a decent tolerance to this crap.
breathless / Breathe here
Wednesday, September 5, 2001
(10:47 a.m.) [link]
Okay, I think I've recovered. I haven't gone through all the djs I got (...how'd I end up getting a Xenogears dj? ::shrugs:: ) but I'm more or less mentally sound ::COUGH::
Anyway, I'm lousy at recaps, but I'll see what I can do...
Morning
Rushed around doing the packing that someone said they'd do last night in exchange for a CD before I left, which in turn caused me to miss the initial bus I wanted, which in turn made me late in getting there. Please note that the someone will most definitely do more things to annoy/irritate/disappoint/upset me before I've fully recovered. I board the bus around 11 am as opposed to 8:25 and will not arrive there until 7:10.
Thank you, mother dearest...
At this point, I do not have enough money for this trip, but she swears she'll have it in there by the time I arrive. Oh, she'd better...
Afternoon
So I'm on the bus... and it's going to be a long haul. And crap, the bus is freezing. Thank fates for a CD player. Mmm, violent rock...
...and jerk in front of me trying to push his seat back... THERE'S A PERSON BEHIND YOU, THANKYOUVERYMUCH!
Evening
Okay, I'm here. San Francisco. Lovely view on the way in. Now, I need a taxi...
...but I get some guy who's telling me to take a 38...
HelLO! If I LIVED here and I weren't already late, I would consider it. But this is my first visit and I don't feel like getting lost. I will take a cab...
...at least I was going to until he himself offered me a ride.
Okay, everyone, this is one of those times when I know I took a huge risk, and please, don't follow my example. But it's late, I'm desperate, and if I can save on taxi fare...
...and if he was a psycho intending to kill me, well, there's a really neat weapon I have stowed away...
always come prepared.
So I'm dropped off at the Miyako Raddison (sp? I dunno, I'm too lazy to see at the moment). I honestly thought it'd be bigger. Okay, first things... oh, a guy wanting my baggage. Here you are, good man. Heh, I see why people want to be rich, I could get use to this.
First, must find roommate.
...roommate found, got card key... oh baggage boy... room 1003, please.
Baggage dropped off. Nice room... ooh, authentic Japanese bath. I'll try it later. First thing's first...
PRE-REG!
Line... what a line... and... no... oh crap, depression attack. I can't help it... everyone has someone to talk to. I knew this was going to happen. It's not as fun going to these things alone... but there really wasn't anyone who I wanted to go who could go. And damnit, I want djs. Don't think about it... just get your pre-reg done and head back to the room.
...I need a laptop.
Long line, kinda long wait... eh, whatever. Nothing's really going on tonight. Go back to room. Call mom. Have Ki call me... be bored out of skull.
Roommate came in. She's okay, but there's no real 'clicking' going on. Then the other roommate comes in, and I find out it's Jenn the Ice Raptoress from the RRYaoi ML. Cool, but they seem hit it off better with each other. I like Jenn, though, she's cool.
I'm drifting. It was a long bus ride, after all. And the fun stuff happens tomorrow...
Morning
Get up early. Obviously my roommates are not morning people. At home I'm not either, but this is Yaoicon. I want to savor every minute.
Time to try that authentic Japanese bath.
....
Note to self, only try authentic Japanese bath if built into home. Is too much trouble at a hotel. Oh yeah, and try not to cook self next time.
Roommates are up. Conversation feels somewhat... forced. Oh well, there's really nothing to be done. I'm on a mission.
The dealer's room opens at 9, and I got one of the early access passes to get in with.
Doujinshi, I'm coming.
Morning-Afternoon
I'm in heaven.
Granted, I can't seem to find any To-yaxYuki, nor ZelxGourry. Grr, what's the matter with you people! Variety here!
I make a solemn vow right now to be one of the few who leave this con and NOT get any GW items whatsoever.
YnM, WK, FF7, more YnM, Oh yeah, hit Higari You's table. Look for Trigun... um, I didn't think Kit wanted it this graphic...
(At least at the time I didn't. Sorry about that.)
...why is it the only SH dj I find is not only a MarronxCarrot... and a graphic one... but it's when they were KIDS?! Um... no thanks.
Hey, speaking of which, I'm in Japantown... maybe I can find the SH DVDs while I'm here.
Ooh! Ronda! And Bill! And Larissa! And...
Oh god, M's a live bishounen... ::smacks self:: No drooling, he's gay.
...but I can look.
Couple of cosplayers. Couple of pics... oh god, the Omi cosplayer is so... I hate the word, but... she's cute. (Cute in the adorable way for those whose minds may have jumped there like mine would have)
Still in the dealer's room. I am NOT paying $50 for some WK paper dolls, no matter how cute. Which is why when I find them at another table for $13.99, I naturally scoop them up. Ah, Ken... Omi...
If I see one more SephxCloud dj... I want SephxVincent you freaks! Feed my addiction already!
::sniff:: Finding a Watari-centric dj is about as likely as me winning the lotto.
Eh... oh, hey, Domino!
The con just got much better. Domino's cool. She reminds me of...well... me. And she's rooming with Mog. Doubly cool. I like them. I've found people to hang out with. Heh.
Somewhere in here I saw Angel Sanctuary in the VidRoom. Like... too much incest for me, jack.
And then there's tonight...
Mission time! Domino as graciously agreed to accompany me as I go to find the elusive SH DVD. It takes a few tries, but we find this nifty anime place... and look, DVD 2 is there as well. Kewl.
I'm happy... er.
But I'd better eat before I pass out. Breakfast bars only take you so far...
Evening
Dinner was a lonesome affair, I'm afraid. Again, it's hard when you go to this thing alone. But that's okay. There's something very important waiting for me at 9 pm...
So Dinner isn't sociable right now... it's simply a necessity. I can live with that.
At this point, it's safe to say I only really stay in my room long enough to sleep a little, shower, and change clothes. Hey, there's con stuff going on, after all.
Yes, nine pm. And I meet back up with Domino and Mog. Yes, it is time.
Boku no Sexual Harassment.
(I'll probably review these later, as this is already quite the long entry).
...I think that watching this with so much audience participation made this particular anime ten times more fun than had I just watched it at home. Granted, I WANT a personal copy, but there's something to be said for knowing everyone else in the room is as big a hentai as myself. Hee.
And oh god, this has to be the most graphic thing in yaoi anime to date that still doesn't show full frontal nudity....
...AAAH!! I'M BLIND!
...okay, I never want bourbon or corn again.
...The protagonist is an idiot.
...swallowing... showing off or real love?
...The protagonist is still an idiot.
That was an experience. It is now roughly 11 pm... and there's one thing I must do. And because I'm an obsessive creature, I'm going to stay up until 4 am and sit through the whole thing.
Yami no Matsuei marathon.
Bye Domino, bye Mog. Oh, the Omi cosplayer is sitting next to me (too bad my @!@)#*@ camera died after only a few pics. I'm never getting the disposable. I'd rather just get film or a digital one. Yeah, I'll look for a digital camera at the swapmeet next month).
There was a girl (Who recognized my name, I'm thrilled! Hee!) who's name was Cat (Not sure about the exact spelling, but I know it was Cat in some form). Who sat up with me through the entire thing. So I'm not the only obsessive person. We watched during each ep credit break as more and more people had to go to sleep. Those of us who remained through the whole thing are truly diehard... and probably lacking a life, but I don't really freakin' care.
The anime itself, if one never goes and reads about the manga, as good. However, read some manga summaries and you see how much was chopped out. ::whines:: And it was only 13 eps! Why bother!! And Watari got NO air time. I didn't even get to see him use his power! I feel so jipped.
Watari-sama...!!
Sorry, fangirl moment.
You know, I really do like Tsuzuki and all, but...
Damn, how much can you do to one character!? Give him a break, and give someone else some camera time, damnit!!
Ignore me, I'm bitter.
Cat is a Muraki fangirl (the bastard must be tortured). However, by the end she wasn't sure if she wanted Tsuzuki with him or Tatsumi. She's not a big Tsuzuki/Hisoka fan. Me, so long as it's got Watari and NOT Muraki, I'd be happy.
And @#)@ I wanted them to keep Hijiri.
Muraki is one sick puppy. Leave it at that.
I'm almost sorry to see it end. I like being in the VidRoom. But I know I need sleep. So I stumble off to my room. My roommates are both asleep. ...screw changing into my nightgown. Just take off the earrings and flop int he bed, clothes and all.
Tomorrow I'll have to find some time to kill after the con, since my bus takes off so late...
Morning
Just a shower today, and damnit, I'm running late. Dealer's room opens at 9.
Yes, I know we check out today. I'm not a complete idiot.
Let me get out of hear and get to the dealer's room. There may still be something there I want.
Not much, but I find something to splurge on.
I don't see Domino, though I know she'll be working the door from 12-1, so I'll find her there.
Eh, not much left in the Dealer's room. Guess I'll go hang out in the VidRoom...
...big mistake.
There's only three things in animation period that can make me cry. The death scene with Simba and Mufasa from Lion King. The end of Fantasia, because I want it to go on forever...
...and the second OAV of Weiß Kreuz.
Now I'm going to be melancholic all day
Maybe the next anime will cheer me up... which is...
..Pet Shop of Horrors. Okay, Domino told me about it. Why not?
...why not indeed? Ooh, Count D. Though even he can loose his calm demeanor, which makes it funnier to see.
Nice one. I like it.
Time to go meet Domino.
Afternoon
Not to much going on here. I mainly spend most of the day discussing a fanfic with Domino It'll be a little weird, I know we have vastly different styles, but maybe it'll work.
I don't think I make it back to the VidRoom. Nothing else I really want to see anyway. S'kay, I saw the most important stuff.
Wait... raffle?
Hmm, sounds interesting.
By this time I've handed my card key back to my roommate and asked the hotel to keep my luggage for me. It's a nice place, but really, way too expensive.
Okay, so raffle... no, wait, there's something I must do first.
Art auction.
There is a gorgeous pic of Hisoka that I want. And I'm going to get it.
...and you know what? I do. I'm $50 poorer, but it was worth it.
Unfortunately, I can't bring it with me. I had to ask Mog to take it with her and ship it to me. (I'm waiting patiently, which isn't my strong point.)
Okay now the raffle.
They like giving away Kizuna stuff. Actually, they like giving away stuff period. Even some original art from Higari You.
...so why is it after I buy the SH DVDs, I win a SH VHS tape? Oh, there's something I don't need. Wonder if I can sell it...
ah... eh? You want to trade me this tape for that original pic by Higari You? Let me think about this...
...here.
Ronda was there at the raffle, as were Domino (Who won a GW calendar and unintentionally broke our pact to leave without GW stuff. I told her since she didn't buy it, I'll forgive her), and Mog (who also won a SH tape, but she never had the series before, so she's keeping it), and M (He got a Ronin Warrior dj. Too bad he doesn't know anything about the series).
M was fun to talk to. If I allowed myself the luxury, I could fall in love with his smile.
There's talk of a staff party in the Miyako Inn (different hotel, not that I blame them). I want to go, but I don't want to miss my bus.
Fortunately, M solved my troubles and just said come anyway, then walk back when it's time to go. And I can kill time too. And grab something to eat...
Hey, works for me.
Evening
Farewell, Yaoicon. it's been fun. Now, I have a bus to go catch.
Oh doorman, a taxi please.
Oh yeah, if I was rich, I could get use to this...
...EEEEK TAXI TRIP FROM HELL! SLOW DOWN! I'M NOT IN THAT BIG A RUSH! I DON'T WANNA DIEEEEEEEEE!
...I think I lost a decade somewhere.
So I make it to the station at 9:12. My bus I thought leaves at 9:35, but it's actually 9:25. But it wouldn't have mattered, because they'll call the bus out over the speaker, and give a final boarding call, right?
Wrong.
Whoever announced the bus was not coherent. I couldn't understand a thing he said, and no final call was given. So even though I'm there on time, thanks to their lousy service, I still miss it.
So I have to catch the one at 10 and get home at 5:30, which is still dark out and that's not a safe place to be...
Let me call parental unit...
Sure, she'll be there (cue foreshadowing).
Time to go. Goodbye, 'frisco, it's been fun.
...oh hell... my batteries are dead. Ah well, I know where we'll stop. It's 3 hours away, but I can survive that long. I'll get some batteries at the gas station.
...have music... time to try and settle in.
Morning
I'm here at 5:25. ...no parental unit. I'm not surprised.
Parental unit doesn't get there until around 6. ...then asks me to treat her and my brother (who's with her) to breakfast.
....I see where I stand with this family.
Fine, whatever. At this point I want to go home. I missed my room. No, I didn't miss my family, I missed my room.
...which I find has been slightly ransacked, and my pen to my tablet is gone. And I find out something from yahoo was downloaded on my computer while I was gone but I don't know what and can't find it.
I'm this close to truly despising them all.
And that is an overly detailed recap of the con. As you can see, I enjoyed it, and wished it were longer so I wouldn't have to come back to my family.
I'm going to have to get away from them, and soon.
breathless / Breathe here
Monday, September 3, 2001
(1:53 p.m.) [link]
I'm back. More later. I'm currently watching my Sorcerer Hunters DVDs. But to give a very brief summary:
I have seen the graphic-ness of Boku no Sexual Harrassment and regained my eyesight. (after losing it for the same reason)
I have endured an 11 pm - 4 am Yami no Matsuei marathon and claimed the title of Hardcore Obsessive.
I have spent until I couldn't spend no more.
I have come back with doujinshi galore, and then some.
And for two days, I was once again, a fangirl.
Goddesses praise yaoi.
breathless / Breathe here
