Won't be around forever, girl

Agh, so, is it safe to say that if Comic Con says it's sold out, it's really sold out? Those Saturday tickets, they won't, say, sell more at a later date? If not, that BLOWS. I mean, well, the past two years the boys have gone on Sunday, so there's that, and if we go on Friday too we'll see some cool stuff, but man, Saturday! That's when all the best stuff is. SIIIGH. I guess we could do other stuff around San Diego, BUT STILL. I don't even know how it sold out so fast this year. When I went back in '07, I bought tickets like, THREE WEEKS before Comic Con, which is why I wonder if they just released more later on before the Con or they just didn't have that many more people buying tickets that early that year. SOB.

...Did I mention we're going on another roadtrip? We're going on another roadtrip. Like you're surprised.

Nothing else much to say except, well. I'm still being run in to the ground. My waking up schedule for the past weeks and for the next long while is pretty much: Mon - 4am, Tues - 7:45am, Wed - 5:45am, Thur - 7:45am, Fri - my one day to SLEEP IN, Sat - 5am, Sun - 5:30am. It sucks. A lot. And I know other people have done it most their LIFE and I feel like a moron for complaining, but. I guess I'm just not the type of person who can cut it.

Still, this Wednesday I'm seeing Flight of the Conchords in concert, AAAAHH, and Thursday my roomies and friends are doing a food club/birthday thingy for me, which is nice! And Friday I'm going HOOOME. My God. I'm so excited. More birthday stuff and making my parents COOK FOR ME (UGH SO EXCITED YOU HAVE NO IDEA) and finally showing them pictures from my Seattle/Vancouver trip and whatnot. Anything at this point to get me away from this God-awful routine will make me happy, but doing all of that, moreso. Oh man YAY.

Why is it that I'm at work when all the crazy stuff happens? Yesterday evening it was me and this other girl and guy. The guy goes out for a smoke break, fine. Me and the girl are doing things up front, when this customer guy comes in and stand around for nearly ten minutes. We ask him if he needs any help, and he said he was just waiting for a friend. So girl coworker goes into the back to wash some dishes and I'm up front doing my own stuff, and I go in the back for one second to put something away. I come back out just in time to see that guy who was standing around fucking steal our tip jars and run out the door. I started running after him going, "HEY HEY HEY!" but he was off like a shot and had a freaking getaway car and everything (of course it only came to me later than running after him might be a bad idea, what with me being a girl and all and him having a weapon, or something.) Girl coworker comes running out and I'm just seething, going, "That ASSHOLE! THAT ASSHOLE!" Nothing much we could do, really, besides call our manager. AUGH. Well, the joke's on him, the stupid jerk, because we pulled all the cash out of the tip jar only half an hour prior. All that was left was change. GOD. I'm still pissed off about it. I bet you anything it was some stupid dare he was doing, 'cause seriously, who would stand around for ten minutes and then run off with our tip jars. Uh, we know completely what you look like now, loser. Good Lord.

But on to better things! Like the fact that one week ago this very second I was at Comic Con, watching Jensen Ackles being ridiculously hot. SIGH. This (scroll down) is quite possibly my new favorite interview with him EVER. HE'S SUCH A DORK. Batman and sprinkler systems aljfa;lskdjfa;lfsjd. Also, transcripts, video, EVERYTHING here, and CUTEST PICTURE EVER?? I'm thinkin' yes.

I bought an awesome hot pink bra the other day at Victoria's Secret. SRS HOTNESS. I love doing stuff like that, hee.

Speaking of hot, if I ever step outside again, it'll be too soon. UGH.

ALRIGHTAY, I am now getting ready to go to work until 10:30, and then once I get home it's a mad rush to pack the rest of everything and get about, oh, four hours of sleep and then off to the airport. By this time tomorrow I will have met up with logicandchaos and tinted_glass and will be at COMIC CON. OMFG.

So, yes, there will be much with the incoherancy and pictures and long winded storytelling when I return on Sunday night. And maybe porn, seeing as how SOMEBODY keeps badgering me to write it while I'm waiting at the airport. PSHHT.

Oh yes, and KATE, I got your postcard AHAHAHA. She wroted me a dirty limerick and if you can't guess who it's about, you're officially disowned. EEEEE I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU. ♥

BYEEE. :D

Haha, okay, so! To explain myself a little bit better from my last post: I'm going to Comic Con! This was a very last minute decision, something that I don't do at ALL. But I thought a lot about it, and everything concerning it, and this is basically what I've come up with:

- I'm 20. I'm still living with my parents, no bills, no nuthin'. This just might be the only time I ever get to do something like this, as next year I'm planning on moving out. So I didn't plan this months in advance. So WHAT. I've never been spontaneous in my life, and this is a good thing to practice not being so.

- I've got a very good amount of money saved up, but all the same, I'm a very, uhm, shall we say, frugal person. Which is why spending over $400 on this plane ticket kind of hurts my insides a little. BUT, I will get over it VERY quickly when, you know, I see Jared and Jensen standing right the hell in front of me. OKAY. My bank account will rebuild itself. Eventually.

- This isn't, um, however, the only trip I'll be making this soon. July 27th-29th is this, and August 14th-21st I'll be in Utah visiting mah peeps. Even though my plane ticket is already paid for, I'll still need spending money, etc. And, uh, did I mention that I'm going to go to winchestercon in October? Because I am. Yeeeaaaah.

- The parents were mildly freaked when I told them about Utah. I'm surprised their heads didn't expload when I told them about Comic Con. My mom, God bless her, is very supportive but still nine kinds of worried, and my dad, really, doesn't want me to go at all, or at least cancel ONE of my trips because apparently three trips in three months is too much?? Which, NO. There's no way I'm backing out of anything now. I get it from their standpoint, I really do: I'm up and suddenly visiting people they have NO idea about, going to a city that I've never been to before and navagating it with another someone whom they, yet again, have NO idea about, and etc. But at the same time, I want them to understand that I love and need to do things like this to prove to myself that I'm capable of being on my own and managing situations and whatnot. It's my own money, too, and if I go broke for a little while... well, I dunno. I hardly ever splurge on myself, and yeah, they're pretty damn big splurges, by why the hell not, you know? I wanted to travel so bad, and this is my opportunity. Why can't I take it without feeling guilty?

But yeah. Neil Gaiman and Joss Whedon and Mike and the bots from MST3K and JARED AND JENSEN AND KRIPKE OMFG. YOU GUYS. I am not lying when I say I've had (and am going to have) a terminal case of butterflies in my stomach until it's over. If I don't puke it'll be a MIRACLE. So yes. logicandchaos and I have a hostel booked that is like, FIVE MINUTES from the convention center, and pretty much all you're going to hear about for a while afterwards about this is THESE PICS blah blah blah and how stupid I am for Jensen. Which. I kind of do anyway now, so, uh.

And, umm, just because I should probably talk about something else, I'm kind of in LOVE with Flight of the Concords. YAYE.