Oct. 12th, 2005
Ok. So I've been going to fanimecon for a few years now and have never really seriously cosplayed as anything. My second year I went in EGL. (elegant gothic lolita). Last year, in a last minute decision I went as one of the girls from Sin City sans weapons which would have completed the costume.
This year.
I'm going all out.
I'm gonna go as:
Dun dun dun!!
Badtz Maru!!
Yay!!
I want my costume to look something like this:
http://www.puroland.co.jp/spl/discovery/splchara/images/pro_xo.jpg
This year.
I'm going all out.
I'm gonna go as:
Dun dun dun!!
Badtz Maru!!
Yay!!
I want my costume to look something like this:
http://www.puroland.co.jp/spl/discovery/splchara/images/pro_xo.jpg
This is the part of not being employed that I HATE. LOATHE. DISPISE!!
The waiting until whatever I have planned happens.
The inbetween moments of nothiness.
Boredom.
Lonliness.
I think Keroppi is getting worse.
Ug.
I'm having my monthly, " I really want to just escape from everything and start over. " phase.
The waiting until whatever I have planned happens.
The inbetween moments of nothiness.
Boredom.
Lonliness.
I think Keroppi is getting worse.
Ug.
I'm having my monthly, " I really want to just escape from everything and start over. " phase.
I'm ending the day with this thought.
I'm more emotionally invested in my relationship and more willing to compromise than my SO is.
And that REALLY bothers me.
Basically, I've made the decision that if things don't change, it's very likely that I'm moving to Texas at the end of the semester.
I really can't be this miserable anymore. And I'm not referring to my relationship. I'm referring to my financial/living situations.
I really hate having thoughts of... " Maybe everything ISN'T as wonderful and perfect as I had previously thought. "
The truth is ugly. And I feel like I just woke up to it after a night of hard drinking.
Forced sleep beckons.
I'm more emotionally invested in my relationship and more willing to compromise than my SO is.
And that REALLY bothers me.
Basically, I've made the decision that if things don't change, it's very likely that I'm moving to Texas at the end of the semester.
I really can't be this miserable anymore. And I'm not referring to my relationship. I'm referring to my financial/living situations.
I really hate having thoughts of... " Maybe everything ISN'T as wonderful and perfect as I had previously thought. "
The truth is ugly. And I feel like I just woke up to it after a night of hard drinking.
Forced sleep beckons.