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Further Confusion: day 1
Jan. 23rd, 2004 01:38 amToday was a very wierd day. It started out okay by my going to school as usual & trying to get Monday's assignment read while I was on the bus before I got to the campus. I knew I wouldn't have time to read it over the weekend, so I read it while on the bus. Worked nicely. Went to History. Got bored. Called Mom to figure out plans, then realized that about 5 minutes before my psycho(logy) class started, that she had left a voicemail on my phone. I tried to figure it out, calling her after school so I could understand what she was talking about.
When I was picked up, we went home. Upon going home, I discovered that my girlfriend was not there. She was 25 minutes late getting back to the house from school, even though we all knew she had finals today and should have been home before I got there. I then got fitted for my fur suit, and as an explination for describing to people how I got dog hair all over my clothes, I decided to tell them I adopted a dog that was about "me-size." I spent a few minutes packing my stuff & getting my gadgets together.
As we left for the hotel, I had this feeling that we were in for a very bizzare con. I mean, Heather Alexander and Larry Niven are the GOHs for the convention, and we know she said we should switch to otters, but we "otter" wait for otters to be in season with the party stores.
As we got to the hotel, I was sought out for my ferret-nabbing tallents and started to nab people for the purposes of starting to put the convention together. After I was severely mangled and tired from running around, I felt an urge to thwap someone on the nose. It took me a few minutes to wrangle up enough gophers to the point where I could go into the den and start to set up while waiting for my other two staff to show up. In all honesty, I was expecting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wolfwings to be here about the same time as me. I didn't expect to hear from him that he was still stuck on I-5 and that I would be running Ferrets myself until he showed up. As for Paladin...well...I knew from him a few days ago that he had work until 7 and that he might not be showing up. Fortuantly, I found a few of the gophers from last year & drafted them into helping me set up & get things running.
I felt that things were getting wierder by the minute. I had completly forgotten for several minutes that I was actually on a panel, especially with Heather. (How I forgot this, I will never know.) Probably the fact that my psycho teacher wants me to record my dreams, which will be in 3 different TV screens in my head that exist in the same timeframe, but in 3 different universes of insanity. One of them is in Werewolf, the other is a WOD tossed together with a bizzare range of stuff, the 3rd is something that I thought up that probably wouldn't make any sense to the professor in the first place. (I don't really know what it is either, but it is definatly crazy.)
It's currently 2am. I was asked multiple times for the keys to the ferret crash space, which I didn't have. After a few minutes of talking to Jerry, I finally got ahold of his radio (which I shouldn't have been on) and got ahold of Foxcar to get the key to the crash and the Den, just so that I could stop asking questions pretaining to that nature.
This is going to be a very wierd con. Further updates to occure later.
When I was picked up, we went home. Upon going home, I discovered that my girlfriend was not there. She was 25 minutes late getting back to the house from school, even though we all knew she had finals today and should have been home before I got there. I then got fitted for my fur suit, and as an explination for describing to people how I got dog hair all over my clothes, I decided to tell them I adopted a dog that was about "me-size." I spent a few minutes packing my stuff & getting my gadgets together.
As we left for the hotel, I had this feeling that we were in for a very bizzare con. I mean, Heather Alexander and Larry Niven are the GOHs for the convention, and we know she said we should switch to otters, but we "otter" wait for otters to be in season with the party stores.
As we got to the hotel, I was sought out for my ferret-nabbing tallents and started to nab people for the purposes of starting to put the convention together. After I was severely mangled and tired from running around, I felt an urge to thwap someone on the nose. It took me a few minutes to wrangle up enough gophers to the point where I could go into the den and start to set up while waiting for my other two staff to show up. In all honesty, I was expecting
wolfwings to be here about the same time as me. I didn't expect to hear from him that he was still stuck on I-5 and that I would be running Ferrets myself until he showed up. As for Paladin...well...I knew from him a few days ago that he had work until 7 and that he might not be showing up. Fortuantly, I found a few of the gophers from last year & drafted them into helping me set up & get things running.I felt that things were getting wierder by the minute. I had completly forgotten for several minutes that I was actually on a panel, especially with Heather. (How I forgot this, I will never know.) Probably the fact that my psycho teacher wants me to record my dreams, which will be in 3 different TV screens in my head that exist in the same timeframe, but in 3 different universes of insanity. One of them is in Werewolf, the other is a WOD tossed together with a bizzare range of stuff, the 3rd is something that I thought up that probably wouldn't make any sense to the professor in the first place. (I don't really know what it is either, but it is definatly crazy.)
It's currently 2am. I was asked multiple times for the keys to the ferret crash space, which I didn't have. After a few minutes of talking to Jerry, I finally got ahold of his radio (which I shouldn't have been on) and got ahold of Foxcar to get the key to the crash and the Den, just so that I could stop asking questions pretaining to that nature.
This is going to be a very wierd con. Further updates to occure later.
