Kitty Commandment #54: Thou shalt not nom the Sword of Dios. Or any other cosplay materials for that matter.

Tokyo in Tulsa. Four days away. AAAAAHHHHHHH!!

I have mastered the forward roll!! >:3 Finally! I guess the first time learning it and not quite understanding, my stomach was really playing a big part in that. It was much easier this time (well, after my fair share of just flopping straight onto my back). Backward rolls, however? Not so much. I'm pretty sure I'm just making them harder than they need to be. I sort of hurt myself doing them, though. It's not a big deal, kind of like a crick after sleeping on my neck wrong, except down my shoulder blade instead. But we now know that Tiger Balm smells oddly of pumpkins? Therefore tigers, when confronted up close, must smell of pumpkins. Logically.

OH GOD MY SHOULDER OW OW OWW WHYYYYY

So today should be spent doing cosplay work, going through papers, and running errands. Yey.

Utena: Paint sword and finish details, sew up shorts, find/sew socks, shoes, make ring, style wig, sheer skirt, finish coat, bauble pendant thing, epaulets, get a white rose.

May: Finish patching anchor, paint, fix wig, fabric on hat, attach armour, remake shoes.

And possibly try to finish one more really simple cosplay? We will see. I was thinking of doing Sayaka's pirate outfit from Abenobashi because it's super simple. Probably no one would recognize me, but hey~ I hope to have all of this stuff done before Tuesday at the latest so I can work on panel stuff and possibly get some artwork done (not counting on it, oh well).

STOP SLACKING. Workworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkwork

Oh, also? Sam got married.
What. The. Fuck. I love her, obviously, and will be there for her, obviously, but she knows how incredibly frustrated I am with her. Jesus.
Seriously? How many people am I going to have to tell "DO NOT GET MARRIED TO FIX YOUR HORRIBLE RELATIONSHIP"? You'd think that would be common sense.
RAAAAWWWWRRRRR

1. Cardboard is not sturdy. Especially not when it is an eighth of an inch thick and two and a half feet long. Wire can only do so much to help this. Hopefully multiple coats of papier maché can do the rest. Aluminum foil, however, has proven to be fairly useful for certain details.

2. Despite the setbacks, I LOVE prop-building. Like, a lot. Like, I could seriously see myself making a job out of this sort of thing. Hands-on is so my style.

3. Never forget what medication you've taken before a night of drinking. Bad, BAD idea. Taking three NSAIDs and letting them mix with vodka/assorted shots in your system is not advised. Unless you want to spend the night being slapped into mobility (not consciousness - you're conscious through every tumble downward, painful crash, sudden loss of breathing ability, and subsequent panicked voices and hits to the face) and freaking out a loved one who is convinced you have given yourself alcohol poisoning and might die. Erm.

4. I really don't know a lot about practical things. Common knowledge type stuff. Things most people know escape me frequently. I need to try harder.

5. I know too much about other stuff. Which might be why people sometimes call me smart. Harrumph.

6. Those fun times everyone talks about? They are gone. No matter how badly I want to be part of these stories friends share, I never will be, so I should just stop worrying about it.

7. At the same time, some of my best times are also memories. And those people I want to share them with won't ever know how it felt either. So I'm not the only one missing out on certain fun times.

8. I will most likely not die after I turn twenty-one. I will most likely not die when I finish college. I will probably be around for at least another twenty to thirty years. And there is plenty of time left on my clock to accomplish my goals and make all kinds of memories. I just have to stop feeling like I've missed so much and start making the most of everything.

9. I have the best friends in the entire world. And each of them will understand one of the following: Shake it and-a uppa! Nice machine~ THAT'S NOT WHAT B STANDS FOR. Well, Susan! It says.... Let that child alone. And there are plenty of others. These are the people I want to keep.

10. Padre knew I loved him. Even though I was never around. And same goes for me. Even though he rarely called, I know how much I meant to him. It's still not fair. But I forget how to function less and less often. Also, I have a sadistic sense of humour for enjoying making people feel awkward when they ask about something related to my dad.



I forgot it was Cory's birthday yesterday. He called me while I was at a cook out to remind me. I kind of feel like a jerk for forgetting, but I also want to say it was a dick move on his part as well. Especially since he broke up with me over a year ago after lying to me for six months. And especially since he only calls me nowadays to try to brag about his life before telling me he misses me.

Just saying.

BACK TO WORK. TOO MUCH PROCRASTINATING. CON IS LESS THAN TWO WEEKS AWAY, WHUT?

Ashly called me earlier today to see if I'd been following the news. I'm never near a television, so I hadn't been, and I'm glad that I got to at least hear it from someone who actually cared about how I might react than from a news person: Michael Jackson died at the age of fifty from cardiac arrest.

Part of me feels really lame for crying over a celebrity, someone I didn't ever know in person and probably never would have and have never been directly influenced by. Part of me is only so sad because I'm still grieving the loss of someone infinitely more important to me. But part of me is genuinely mourning the loss of an individual who touched me and millions of others in so many ways. (HAR HAR HAR. I'm terrible.)

Tasteless and completely accidental jokes aside, Michael Jackson was a big, big, BIG part of my life during my early teen years. I listened to him constantly, read biographies, and could easily have come out victorious against the Michael Jackson Geek in the short-lived gameshow about beating geeks in their field. I used to dream about running away to Neverland Ranch. When I'm sad, his music cheers me, and any time I hear him on the radio, it is instantly a great day. And it will probably always be that way.

Like I said, I feel really silly getting so upset at the passing of someone who was a complete stranger, but his music was and is such a big part of my life. Very few other artists in any field have ever been able to make my heart feel as light, inspire me so completely, and enable me to believe so willingly that anything is possible. I'm only writing this here because I really don't have anyone to talk to about it. Or really much else to say besides "my childhood hero is gone and I'm sad". If all you can say is something about little boys, get the fuck away from this entry because I don't care to hear it.

ILY, MJ. RIP.

Tokyo in Tulsa is only a couple weeks away. HOGOSH. I have a lot to do, but it won't take long if I actually sit down and do it. >>;

Ever since I saw a man on a bicycle get hit by a car, I've been having a lot of dreams about people being hit in traffic like that. Last night was a little boy versus a semi truck. D| Gawwwwd. Also, my subconscious says that I weigh three-hundred pounds. Damn. Time to actually eat better/exercise, I guess.

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RAWWWWWWR. I cannot wait for TnT. I've got a total of six hours of free time during convention hours! \8D/ Busy busy busy, but at least I will not be bored. I'm so excited that my birthday is that Sunday, even though I'll be working and will probably come home and collapse after such a full weekend. And then, after the fourteenth, I can finally dye my hair again, yayyyyy~!!

OFF TO BE PRODUCTIVE. Wish me lots of luck!