Why are people at stores so fucking stupid?

I'm a manual laborer/custodian at my job, which means I do all the heavy lifting, stocking, carryouts, etc. One of my duties is going and bringing in carts from outside. Now I usually bring in 8 to 9 carts at a time, and yet when I reenter the store, fucking EVERYONE always move in front of me. Either they're not paying attention (big surprise), or trying to get across ahead of me, or just expect me to stop and go around them.

Let me teach about a little thing called momentum, people.

When I push the carts, the ones ahead are moving along from the force I'm exerting on the first, so if I stop moving, I can only put breaks on the carts I'm holding, and the rest are going to keep rolling along. I only actually have one cart in my grip. I can only reach up to three. That means, if you get in front of me and I have to stop, 5 or 6 of those carts are still going to be coming at you, and potentially hit you.

In other words? Get the fuck out of the fucking way.

God, I should just mow the bitches down. Would serve them right, the pricks.

Some woman once ran ahead of me to beat me to the doors while I was bringing them in, and then kept walking ahead of me. Then, like a dumbass, she stops dead ahead of me to rummage in her purse. So of course, I stop but the carts don't, and I tell her to look out. The carts ahead bump into her, and she turns around and GLARES at me, like I'm the stupid one.

Oh, I must've chewed my damn tongue off holding that one back.

Really, I hate some of the people who come into our store. They possess no fucking common sense WHATSOEVER.

The world has once again won out with awesome things. I am about to show you one of the funniest things you've probably seen in a while.

So, anyone that's actually been following my journal has likely heard me bitch about my mom and mention her recent divorce with my stepfather and how she never gets over it (she HAS gotten a lot better though).

So when I got home from work today, she asked if I'd gotten the mail earlier and I told her no. So she went outside for it and found a rather large box addressed to her from amazon.com. Naturally she's confused, as she didn't order anything from them, and I can hear her muttering about it down the hall while I'm dropping stuf and getting ready to take a shower. Then I hear her start laughing, in that 'oh my god, no way, HAHAHA' kind of way. Continuously. So as I go down the hall I say 'Do I even want to know what you're laughing at?' and she quickly calls me over.

So I do. And she's holding a box.

That's not particularly out of place, so I read the top. It says it's a 5-piece set of kitchen knives. Now I'm thinking, 'What's so funny about that? You just bought a new set of kitchen knives recently. I suppose in that case I could see how it would be funny in the ironic way, but not the way you're--'

Then she turns the box around so I can see the cover.

I promptly collapse in a fit of giggles.

This, people, was what was in the box.







It's called 'The Ex', and my mother's friend bought it for her as a laugh over her breakup with my stepdad. And oh my god, is it just...fucking hysterical. I could hardly stop laughing long enough to put it together. The stuff you can find these days is fucking amazing. Oh, and I also found some pictures I meant to put up a while back, but forgot about.

This was from my mom's birthday a few weeks back. I made her a cake, but when I went to frost it, I realized the tube was too big to write "Happy Birthday Mom" with, so I abbreviated it. Yay, lazy cakes. Good thing I'm not a baker.



This was our awesome 'all you can eat' pizza dinner. Honestly just looking at it is making me hungry. Dammit.



And lastly we have my sister, posing as our Christmas tree. My mom had gone to get it when we took this, but she doesn't make a bad replacement. Aside from being too short, of course.

Oh, yesterday was FUN. To start things off...

My TV blew up.

No, really.

My mom and I are sitting together on the couch watching Star Trek, and it's just getting to one of the good bits when suddenly there's this loud noise, like the snapping of a giant rubber band, and the screen goes black.

Scared the shit out of us.

There was no smoke or sparks or anything. But we were still afraid to go near it.

And then my best friend came over! I was so happy, I haven't seen her in forEVER. She came with us down to Lincoln to go see a play with my sister. It was called 'The Santa Diaries' and it was abso-fucking-lutely hilarious. Though it made me remember, for whatever reason, when I saw 'As You Like It' down there a year or so ago. I wish so bad I'd recorded that, because it was great.

She looks really good, though she apparently lives with a genius crazy. The worst kind.

I hope I get to see her again soon.

Then today was the usual work. It pissed me off when I left because my car was iced over from freezing rain! It couldn't have fucking waited another 20 minutes till after I got home!?

Of course not. That's silly.

Fucking weather. Trying to kill me.

YAY! Someone finally put our DOGS skit on Youtube!

Though it's pretty pixel-y, but that's okay! Because it was so much fun watching it from the outside, and watching our prop hit the floor when I slashed him.



Oh god, so much fun. I want to do this skit again, but with better recording. Maybe I can get 'Heine' to work with me on this.

Watch it if you want!

Well, it's snowing like a banshee outside.

6 to 12 inches they said. Looking out my window I'd say...12.

My dog feels so at home out there. Dumb animal.

And of course, the light bulb in my desk lamp burnt out, so now I can't draw, can't hardly see under here, god dammit. And I apparently hadn't bought another back up bulb (or at least, can't find it), nor can I go out to buy another one.

This seems like a good time to mention the 'damn it' point again.

On the bright side, I finally forced my mother to watch 'The Five People You Meet in Heaven' today, and she cried like a baby the whole 2 hours through. Personally it always makes me smile. I also finished an icon, and scanned this!



It's not the complete version of course, it's missing a bunch of hands and blood, but that's okay. Introducing Alice the Second (again), properly this time. No, he is not the Mad Hatter, but he did murder him and steal his hat. After being murdered himself. Revenge, you know.

His part goes like this:

Alice the Second was a woeful man of song
He fell into Wonderland from promises of change
With its twisted power he brought forth that which he longed
Heedless that his melodies drove all those there deranged

As his dreamland slowly became more and more depraved
He was murdered by the madman beckoned by his thrall
And though he knew through vengeance he could no longer be saved
He succumbed to a rampage and then devoured them all

Eh heh, yeeeahhh...

I have a tad too much fun with psychotic characters.

But you know what, that's okay. That's just how I like it.

Well, today was our employee Christmas party, and we got to close the store an hour early. It also seems that in celebration of this, it decided to snow.

It wasn't bad. Lots of flakes, but it didn't stick.

Until we were about to close the store. Then it started snowing the good kind to make snowmen. Which is bad.

I almost ran off the road doing 15 after turning a corner. I HATE driving in snow. My car handles like SHIT.

The party wasn't bad though. I sat at a table by myself, but apparently I'm a people magnet, because my coworkers started flocking to me once they saw where I was. Then eventually I got 'kicked' out of my original table (got up and took a seat at the one next to it to talk to someone, and then someone took my original place). Then, again, people started coming to me. But it made for good conversation.

Now, they'd originally had tickets (I didn't get one) that were to be used for the prize drawing later on (I won some car magnets last year after I'd left that were given to me later), and I wasn't particularly interested in prizes. Since I had no ticket and didn't enter my name, I wasn't paying any attention to the drawings. Then suddenly people all around start calling me and I'm like "What? What the hell do you want?"

They'd called me.

And I'm sitting there going, "What the fuck, I didn't enter my name, they shouldn't be able to get me this year." Well, I get up and someone tells me to hurry, to which my managers respond, "Not like you do at work!"

I know the dig was in good fun, but it kind of pissed me off anyway, as they tend to call me when I'm outside or doing escorts, so obviously I can't hear it. Then they also usually wait 30 seconds between calls before trying again, and I'm on the other side of the store, DOING SOMETHING, so I'm thinking, fucking CHILL, I'm coming.

They also like to call me somewhere, and when I get there, they've moved somewhere else and are calling me AGAIN.

Anyway.

I won a gift card. For ten bucks. Woot, free lunch tomorrow!

Actually, out of 7 people at my table, myself included, 5 of us won. The ones who didn't, ironically, were the ones who wanted to.

They tried to get me to sing, too, when I came up for my prize. My answer was "NO."

All in all, a fun party. I freaked out some of my coworkers who've only ever seen me in my work shirt and jeans with the nice shirt I changed into. Yes, everyone, I am in fact a woman, now sit the fuck down before I beat you with my cutlery (that was confiscated early in the evening by my table mates for fear that I'd hurt someone).

Ah, good times.

Oh my god, how do people go through this?

I'm one of those people who only gets something that legitimately passes as being 'sick' once a year, once every other year. Oh sure, I get minor colds and sniffles, but none of that chest rattling, cottoned-headed shit like I've got know. I'm stuffed to high heaven, my throat and ribs are killing me, and the congestion is making my ears hurt. One minutely nice part is that I haven't had to worry about smells that would normally bother me, but I've also suffered significant losses to my sense of hearing and taste. All my food is kind of bland.

Except my medicine. That still tastes every bit as awful as always. Go fucking figure.

With how many times I've had to blow my nose that last two days, it's a wonder I still have any brain tissue in my head.

I've also discovered I sleep very poorly when sick. I wake up all all weird hours and am just not comfortable.

It's a bitch.

I'm sorry everyone out there who gets sick on a much more regular basis. This is hell.

And I'm not even feverish or throwing up, though I'm quite thankful for that.

On a more positive note I've been making more progress on 'The Way to Alice'. Second's picture should be up soon, and I finished rewriting my version of the lyrics (which was fun). I really love the Second. He's just so awesome. And powerful. And awesome.

I am running a fever.

It's like the craziest thing.

I don't feel sick. I don't feel nauseous or achy or anything really. My head just feels toasty, like it was by a fire.

I only even noticed because I felt kind of warm, and I never feel that warm unless I'm bundled in lairs or shut in a room with the heat on. Then I went into the bathroom and noticed my cheeks were rosy, like I had blush on. That's when I thought, 'hm,' and felt my face. Then I went for a thermometer.

It's a mild fever, barely even high enough to classify as 'fever', but for me, who usually sits around 95, 96 degrees, it's so....WEIRD.

It's nice being warm though.

And it least it was kind enough to hit me AFTER I got off work.

So I chugged some vitamins and will probably have to go to bed in about an hour, because FUCK if I'm gonna let it ruin my day off tomorrow. I got plans, bitch. Plans.

You shan't beat me.

Now, I need some before bed porn.

It's that time again! So, in honor, let me spam my journal with pictures again!


My mother has carved the bird and the table is set.


Part one of our feast, with those at the head digging in.


Part two. Stuffing and sweet potatoes, uhh.....


Part three. The appetizers.


From left to right: my mother, older brother, younger sister, and grandmother.


Chelsea and the hag are ready to chow.


My siblings (my younger brother, the baby, on the left).


CHOMP!


Look, look, there's me! I look so enthused right? Just check out my plate. Potatoes and...something with cream cheese. That was quite tasty, actually, but covered with poppy seeds, which I hate.


One more for the road.

The guests are over now, and we'll get around to pie in a little while. For now, I've got a date with the fireplace, and a soda.

Happy Turkey Day everyone! I hope you stuff your faces so full you choke, turn blue, and keel over. Heh heh heh heh...

My brother is a dumbass. I was peeling apples for a pie and he reached across me to grab one sitting under my hand which was holding the knife. So he cut himself.

Dumbass.

Then he wiped the blood on my arm, and made me apply antiseptic and bandage it for him. Freaking retard.

Oh well. Some never learn.

I actually got some typing down today before I was pulled into the kitchen for 'family time' aka cooking. I hate cooking. I hardly eat, so it's a waste of time.

But I do like peeling apples. Damn it.

I visited one of my friends today to help her with groceries shopping. Her boyfriend and oldest son are in Georgia for the next week, and she misses them. So I entertained her for a little while, though I couldn't stay long because I had chores to do.

One of my other friends kept pestering me about whether I had family plans tomorrow. It's Thanksgiving. Why the fuck would I not have family plans tomorrow? I don't know what made him think that just because I don't care about the holiday, my mother was going to let me run out and blow them off. Stupid.

Ah, but I'm in porn heaven right now. I'm making progress on my fics and even posted a new one.

Then, just because I can't help myself, I doodled the 2nd Alice from my 'Way to Alice' series. I really want to draw the scene where he's actually killed, and then eats the offender and everyone in his 'town'. But for know I'll have to make do with this.

So Bishie con was actually....

AMAZING!

No, really, it was great. It was small yeah, but who cares? There were no screaming retards, no overly done fanatics. Sure a few of them were of that shake your head and avoid breed but nothing too terrible.

I had a great time.

And Kosen! I bought so much freaking crap from them. I felt bad when I went to their panel, because only I and I think 2 others even knew who they were and read their works. I tried to make them feel welcome and convey my love for their work without acting like a fangirl idiot.

There were lots of funa dn amusing panels. For example, the karaoke didn't suck for a change. The butler cafe (which I helped out with)actually took the time to cater to the artist and dealers who couldn't leave their tables by selling them food and drinks and bringing it to them.

Whose Line is it Yaoi? was DEFINITELY the best panel we attended this weekend, and I thought I was going to puke, pass out, or both before it was done I was laughing so hard.

And my friend that I brought had a great time to, with I'm glad. She usually goes through so much hassle at cons she doesn't get to have as much fun, because she's always organizing large groups and being responsible for everything. So she got to take it easy this time, as I was mostly organizing, and there were only 4 of us (me, her, her boyfriend/fiance, and one of my friends). Her favorite part of this whole weekend was being able to sleep in the car instead of driving.

I'm definitely going again next year if this con continues. This was its first year, but I thought they did very well, so hopefully I'll see them again next year.

Oh yeah, and my costume!


Cosplaying is such a pain in the ass. The shoes hurt, the helmet gave me a headache it felt so heavy after a while, and the binding was crushing my ribs. But it turned out pretty well, and it was fun to be Badou. Best of all, not only did a number of people think I was male, but since hardly anyone there knew my character, I didn't have to worry about being jumped! (Thank god.)


I liked the guns the most. Too bad they were too cumbersome to carry around.


Despite my discomfort, I absolutely refused to change until we took this picture. The pose is one of my favorite panels in the manga, so I realy wanted to take it. Yay!

Our skit was the most fun thing to do in this get-up. It was the single highlight to the whole thing. I hope someone puts it up.

So I finally got the progress pictures from my friend last night over our work session Saturday. Here we go!


Here's the jacket, without the sleeves attached. Now, remember people, I am an amateur and this is my first time making a costume, and I'm making it by myself with people showing me how-to. So don't stone me or anything.


Here's it with the sleeves attached. Everything's really big for a reason that I'll go into in a minute.


Check out the spare room. I won't have any problems hiding things up those sleeves.


Then because I'm a dork, I had to properly pose.


The sleeves were so big and roomy I started doing the wave for fun while my friend was snapping shots. She couldn't stop laughing so I kept doing it randomly the rest of the day.


So here are the pants. Now, the reason the size is so huge is because we bought a previously owned jumpsuit and took it apart to use as a pattern. And the original suit was an extra, EXTRA plus, which my friend and I here couldn't stop fucking laughing over.


Pretty crazy difference, ya?


Then we pinned it to see how it would look attached like it's supposed to be. *snort*

Now, the costume's had more work done since then obviously. The top and bottom parts have all been taken and I'm working on finishing adding the pockets and darts and folds now. Then I just have to do all the details, and walla! I be Badou!

I also have my con schedule and hopefully my helmet will be in tomorrow.

This is going to be so much fun.

So my Badou cosplay's not done yet, but it's coming along really well, considering I've never sewn anything in my life (okay, well, not since I was eight). The jumpsuit it more or less done, I just need the details now.

And my poor wallet is so empty it's painful.

Sigh...

But that's okay, because I have lots of Gintama to keep me company, wheee!

And now for some RedvsBlue:

Have some laughs, people. Have some laughs.

So the con this weekend was great.

There were lots of interesting panels and events, and I bought a bunch of really cool stuff. I had trouble adjusting to all the usual contards (been a year since I was last exposed to them), but even so I had a lot of fun. My companions also tried a little harder not to crowd my space and leave me alone when I didn't want them around, so that helped me breathe a little easier too.

Going through the artist alley though made me feel like such a slothful bitch. Most of the artist there were decent with a few good and really good ones, but sifting through their stuff and looking at some of what they were selling made me realize (again) that if I just got off my stupid ass and actually worked on my series instead of just setting it aside all the time, I could easily do a table. Honestly, even if I didn't sell well, it wouldn't matter (it just means I get to keep as my extras for myself, heh heh).

Okay, fine, I'm really selfish about my work. I'm sorry.

But while my weekend was good, it ended on a bit of a sour note.

Yesterday at around 5:30 in the morning I woke up to horrible abdominal pain and practically jumped from my loft to get to the bathroom. I didn't really feel the urge to throw up, it was more like cramping or something, but it was agonizing. I was bent over on the floor with hot flashes and I wasn't sure how I was holding myself up, because my arms felt like they had no strength. Eventually I just laid down on the floor and the pain subsided, but I could still feel a vague sensation of offness so I stayed still. My mom, who'd been getting ready for seminary, came in to see what was up and then left me some Alka Seltzer on the sink. I didn't take me long to realize though that I was only okay so long as I didn't move, and when I eventually tried to sit up to take it it was PAINPAINPAIN, so I laid back down.

It was just friggin' awful. I was tired in that wide awake way and wanted nothing more than to go back to bed, but I knew it'd be crazy to climb back in my loft if it came back. I was on the floor for an hour and a half before I finally took a risk and got up. I managed to down the medicine, grab a pillow, and make it to the couch, though I only had a towel I grabbed while in the bathroom and a sheet left on the couch for covering. It was another hour or so before I could go for a blanket.

I didn't manage to get more than an hour more of sleep (I'd gone to bed at 3 so I was dead tired), but by 10:30 the pain was mostly gone, so I decided to try to go to work (my shift started at 10, I had to call in to tell them I'd be late).

I wasn't bothered by any more pain, but I was completely drained after just two hours. I was jumping at even the slightest noises or whenever someone spoke to me, I felt weak and shaky like my body was filled with butterflies. I could barely stand up and I was worried I was going to faint if I didn't sit down. I couldn't even understand much of what others said to me, and my manager told me to go home. Someone asked me about a broom on my way out, and I couldn't make sense of it beyond 'a broom? why are you asking me about a broom? Why are we talking about this? Right, a broom...what about a broom?'

Needless to say as soon as I got home I went straight to bed and crashed for 4 hours. I felt a lot better when I woke up.

Today I felt significantly improved and back to normal, thank god. But I'm still pissed I missed out on making money yesterday. I wasn't even really sick; I didn't have a fever or a headache or a sore throat. Just horrible pain.

Oh well.

I really hate normal dreams. I really do.

They are the worst nightmares imaginable.

I'm USED to bad dreams. I'm USED to being stabbed or maimed or eaten or something equally horrible. When I wake up, I know it's not real. I'm used to killing, or being killed. It is now my comfort zone (most of the time).

Normal dreams, though, SUCK.

Why?

Well, in normal dreams I'm doing more everyday activites. And they tease me with things I want. Like an item I was waiting to come out. Or a story I was waiting to update. Or an event I was looking forward to happening. So it's disappointing to wake up and realize, 'oh, damn, it hasn't happened yet.'

But what happened last night was worse than all of that. I did something that I practically never do in normal dreams, and I'm glad, because I hate it.

I drew.

I have had exactly 3 dreams where I spent some portion of it working on art like I do in everyday life. The problem? In my dreams I have absolute photographic memory, so I remember every detail perfectly. So naturally, when I apply that to sketches it means I know exactly how something would look even if I've never drawn it before. So the stuff I draw in my dreams is more or less the perfected version of what I can do right now.

AND I HATE IT.

It's so....FRUSTRATING.

Dammit.

Well, the upside to my day is that my friend finally got things worked out with the insurance company about his wrecked car, and they're willing to cover the whole thing, because they finally figured out he wasn't at fault (duh). So he can finally get back to having a vehicle!

The con also starts tomorrow and I'm so happy. I haven't been to a con since this same con last year. I've missed them.

So I was touching up on one of my Prototype omake comics, and started thinking. I've been trying very hard to get this character properly worked out, so I'm going to blab a bit to try and straighten out the thoughts in my head.

First I suppose I should introduce a little of Corpse Factor. I actually came up with the series concept during my 2 week stay in Japan. I don't remember what got me thinking about the idea, only that a few hours later I was glued to my sketchbook trying to draw out the design for the main character, Cyrn.

The series was basically supposed to be a pseudo-zombie psychological 'thriller', revolving around a character who died and was brought back as something not quite human, and the trauma and conflicts he suffers because of it.

When I was figuring for antagonist type characters, I immediately came up with 'Doc' (what I'm calling him until I figure out what I want his name to be, it won't actually be used in the series), a semi-psychotic scientist who is obsessed with the corpse factor subjects, and tends to stalk and assault them, and often even rape them, if he can. He's more or less obsessed with touching them, figuring out how they work, just them in general. It's creepier because while he does carry knifes, he mostly never uses them, just his bare hands.

So since I don't have an overall 'villian/main boss/bad guy', and Doc filled the creepy quota, I needed a character who was neutral but permanent, like a force of nature, something that's not out to get you, but you can't control or go against.

This is where the Prototype came in.

As the original subject, he was meant to be powerful and intelligent, but also somewhat malicious. At first I had a hard time deciding if he would be a boy or a girl, but the more I came up with his personality and dialogue and such, the more I realized it sounded distinctly masculine, so he became a male.

What sets him apart from other subjects, besides being the original and to this day still the most powerful, is his powers of empathy. He can read the thoughts and emotions of others around him and manipulate them based on what he senses. He often uses this against Cyrn, who is very unstable, in order to make him go berserk solely for his amusement.

The Prototype eventually morphed into a character who, when not going around causing chaos and murdering everything in sight, is actually perceived as a very normal person, if a complete dick. He has no problems being an asshole to everyone around him, and sees the world as a giant playground. He takes pleasure in killing at random, but only individuals, as he is very firmly neutral in the many power struggles in the series, and doesn't bother going after any particular organization (and they don't dare come after him).

He's also helpful at times. Because so few subjects show high-level potential and powers, and they bring him the most enjoyment in a scuffle, he often uses his empathy to help Cyrn as much as antagonize him. To him, Cyrn is a fun toy that he doesn't want to break just yet. If he breaks him while playing with him, fine, but Cyrn breaking on his own isn't very fun to him, so he sometimes helps prevent it.

Usually he's content to just go about his business. There's enough death and violence going on in their world that he doesn't often feel the need to add to it, but that's not to say he won't randomly toss a car through a window while crossing the street, just for giggles.

He's a character I have fun with because he's a jerk. He likes to freak people out and slaughter them just because he can. He possesses unlimited power and he can't die, so he has to do something for fun with it.

It's also kind of funny considering the Doc. Doc would love to get his hands on the Prototype, if he could figure out a way to do it and not die.

But because he's one of those passing characters who doesn't show up much, sometimes it's hard to completely work out his personality, to imagine how he'd be in this situation, that situation, especially because he's a character who as far as the story's concerned doesn't have a past. I never bothered to come up with his real name or his life before he became a subject because it more or less doesn't exist anymore, doesn't matter. He's the Prototype. That's all anyone needs to know.

Even so, I adore him. I'd love to see him and Chrome duke it out.

So, last night was fun.

Sort of.

First I headed to my friend's house to work on our DOGS cosplay. It kind of sucked because my arm was hurting pretty bad, and I couldn't pull it straight, so it made handling the fabric and stuff difficult. Then when I got home the trick-or-treaters showed up before I was finished setting up, so I was running around grabbing stuff and hurrying outside. But once that was down, I was good. I didn't even need my coat until it was dark, because without the sun it was nippy. And we even had a fire going (we have one of those outdoor fire stoves.)

A lot of the kids' costumes were really nice, some of them cute, some of them creepy, some of them pretty freakin' sweet. The littler ones were a bit scared to come near me and my mom, her dressed as Joker (and looking pretty intimidating) and me leisurely waving about both a pistol and a sword (and occasionally threatening the cheeky kids who tried to grab handfuls of candy). After they died down I was gonna have a Halloween movie marathon with my friends, but one of them jumped the gun and came early while I was still on candy duty, so since she was wearing her speaker t-shirt (literally has a speaker built into it), I had her play the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack on it.

Around quarter to 8 it had more or less died out (when I was a kid we had trick-or-treaters regularly until 10, bunch a wimps nowadays), we broke it up and headed inside for pictures.


This was the same costume I wore to work, minus the coat. I didn't have to buy anything for this costume aside from the socks. Everything else I had on hand.


And without the coat.


My friend Jeff. The guns he has are actually the Mac 10s I bought for my Badou cosplay. We used them for props. My mother pretty much told him he couldn't come over unless he was dressed up, so he threw on this ensemble. Modern day mafia?


My mother. I actually bought and wore the Joker costume last year, but she made a much better Joker than me (appearance-wise, anyway).


Her and I facing off. This is where our photo shoot started getting fun.


We started to take this picture, and then I thought it'd be fun to trade weapons. Nada's cheering us on in the background. She's supposed to be her own version of Death, but since she only had the make-up, I called her Everyday Death, with theme music (because of her speaker shirt).


Or at least she was cheering us on until we turned the guns on her.


The standoff. My mom would so have p'wned both of us.

So yeah, we had a fun night. After the pictures we went for pizza, then brought it back ad watched Dracula: Dead and Loving It. My mom made me promise to hold Hocus Pocus until she got back from work, so we did.

Good times.

Though my buzz from last night was killed when she failed to tell me it was daylight savings, and I went to work an hour early, in a hurry thinking I was running late.

But all and all, not too bad. There were free cookies too!

So my day was pretty entertaining.

I spent a large part of my early morning watching X-men, and trying to work up the motivation to clean my shithole room. Then my friend came by and we hung out for a few hours.

Then I got to go to work.

Now, since tomorrow's Halloween, my workplace has a thing of letting employees dress up in costumes on the day before and the day of Halloween (which is pretty sweet, and one of the few policies I really love about this job). So, since I have tomorrow off (as if I'd work on Halloween) I dressed up as a pirate. Nothing fancy, just took as bunch of clothes I had and put it together, but it still looked pretty damn good (better than store-bought anyway, not as flimsy either).

Of course, when I got there, all my other coworkers were in their normal work clothes (aside from one I heard who worked the morning shift, and had dressed as a prison inmate). So I was the single employee in costume tonight, and I went from being those most inconspicuous, to the one EVERYONE noticed. Again.

And I teased all my fellows about how lame they were for not dressing up. They all kept feeding me the excuse they were going to dress up tomorrow.

I even wore my ankle boots, as I don't normally have many carryouts, and figured I could hold at least the first 2 hours. But as soon as I got there I was pulled to load (and package even) a washer and dryer, and then not long after that, naturally, I was called for a carryout. So I said 'fine, fuck it' and changed into my sneakers. But not before I got my picture taken by a manager.

There were lots of little kids around today too, so I was a pretty entertaining sight for them. I kept hearing things like "Ahoy!" "I didn't know they employed buccaneers." "Look, a pirate!" and an almost disturbing amount of "Awww, how cute!" from random passerbys.

I wasn't aware being a sea scoundrel was considered adorable nowadays.

Oh well.

I'll probably post some pictures tomorrow when I'm back in costume.

My lungs have been paining me in very unpleasant, uncomfortable ways since last night. It started late in my work shift yesterday. I was breaking down boxes when suddenly there was a stabbing pain in my chest, like someone punched it with a bunch of needles. And it hurt. Then my lungs felt they were cramping, weird as that sounds, and I had weird aching pains circulating around under my entire ribcage.

Well, that's not very normal for me, so after this continued for 45 minutes (I even took my break to see if it would go away), I went to my manager and asked to leave. I wasn't going to continue my usual labors when it felt like I had a very bad stitch every time I breathed deep.

They died down by the time I went to bed, and today I didn't feel much bothered so I thought it was gone.

Then I went to work again and it came back (figures, right?). It didn't feel cramping like yesterday, but it still felt constricted and for a while it just hurt to breathe at all, deep or not. It went back and forth around my chest deciding where it wanted to hurt at different times during my shift, but the main pain seemed to settle right where my heart would be if it was on the right side of my chest rather than the left. But it wasn't horrible, so I didn't leave early.

Even now writing this I can feel it. It's getting back to the 'kind of hurts to breathe' bit. I can even feel tension behind my shoulder blades.

So it's likely I'll have to go see a fucking doctor, which, depending on the diagnosis and if it's bad or not, may mean that I'm going to have to miss work tomorrow (which will not make me happy), never mind the fucking money I'll have to pay for this shit.

Fucking fuck.

A fun note to the day was when my coworker was badgering me about telling him what was the mystery game I had. We were talking about PC games and I told him I only owned two. When he asked what they were I said Dungeon Siege, and started to say the other, but aborted it when I realized what I was going to have to explain if I told him (the other game is Absolute Obediance, one of the very few English-subbed BL games available in the US; in other words, GAY PORN). Well, he knows I like porn, but I wasn't quite ready to tell him I like gay porn (hard to tell how he'll take it, so I'm avoiding it). But he kept badgering me and badgering me, so when I told him he definitely wouldn't be into it, he says "I'm into everything!"

Well, given that I know the true context of the game, I about died laughing. Which only increased his curiousity, but I couldn't help it.

So he still doesn't know, and I'm sure he'll try again later. Hey, if he ever finds out I'm into gay porn, I won't deny it. I'm just not proffering the information.

Not to him, anyway.