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chaoswolfI am well aware that most people don't enjoy reading about drama, but there are some things that just have to be said during this nice little post I have to write about BayCon.
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Friday: Life was interesting, to say the least. I show up after 6th with a "dentist's note" that I would be missing 7th period. There were only a few problems with my stuff that I had to grab prior to returning to the convention. I had to find some things forkierin because misdev requested them. That wasn't so bad. The next bit was kinda tricky. flower_cat said I could only take 4 boffers. I agreed to this, but it was a hard choice to make trying to figure out which ones to take. I got a killer suprise to see one of the biology teachers from my school, Mr. Glen Barrett fighting in the boffers. I didn't fight him, but I got my ass handed to me by a few of the good boffer fighters, including the Mr. Big & Intimidating looking guy known as "Spike". Had Daemon (Boffer God/licenced chiropractor") working on my back & popping a shoulder back into place afterwards. Felt nice, then fall asleep (after I hauled my lazy tired ass back to the 9th floor suite we had).
Saturday: Well, ok. I wake up around 8am after going to bed around 4am. Not bad, for being bright & cheerful on 4 hours of sleep. Mayhem was rather amused by the fact I was cheerful and not wearing black....and by the fact that I was coherant without caffeene. Later that night, I go out to the boffer wars. I was thinking everything would be fine, that it'd be a repeat of last night. It was amusing during the first several minutes watching the little ones get their @$$es handed to them by the big kids, then I went up against someone with a polearm. That was ok, except I was using two short weapons against a long one. That equals a big fuckin' mistake right there. One does not take two short weapons against a polearm unless you and your opponent are both able to pull your strikes. I was clocked in the eye when the curve of my axe caught the shaft of the polearm and I pulled forward instead of deflecting downward. I was forced to step out of the fighting, taking initiative to go inside & get an ice pack from the hotel people. I went back to retrieve my stuff with Mr. Barrett's help and take it to the room. I went swimming with a friend afterwards, accidentally forgetting to tellwolfwings that we were finished changing and on our way to the pool...oops.
Sunday: Well, not bad. Not good either, but not bad. I woke up and had to go to eat breakfast. I still had a nice shiner (I think) where the weapon clocked me the night before. I talked with Daemon about making my trout, and he said he needed strapping tape. Why in the hell would a teenager like me (afraid of her weapons breaking, perhaps?) be carrying a roll of strapping tape? I don't know, but I darted upstairs to my room on the 9th floor to get it, then came back down and watched him make the trout. I didn't get hurt as badly as I had assumed I would after last night, but *shrug* cest' la vie. Nothing's ever perfect. I spent a little while (ok, until 3:50 or so in the morning) in Daemon's room, watching his cat and watching him put the finishing touches of silver duct tape to my 3' trout. I was fed sugar and soda, the M&M Minis containing 3 grams of sugar for 1 container! Cool! However, Spike was able to kill someone in 2 moves with my fish, whilst I was able to kill lots of people in a longer amount of attacks.
Monday: Well, alright. Went to bed at 5am, woke up around 11 or so. Ate breakfast, carrying my trout around. I had named it "Callahan" originally, then someone in the dealer's den suggested that I re-name it to "Kilgore". I took the suggestion, but kept Callahan as the middle name for the fish. I was making a list of people that had to be "fish-slapped" instead of bitchslapped. It was kinda wierd watchinggridlore and kshandra's reactions to the trout....especially when I told them the name of my fish. After the major programming crap was over and done with, I wasfairly bored. There was nothing to do, my girlfriend had left the building, and it was pretty lonely in there because the circle of friends I had made all throughout the con decided to blow up in my face. That really hurt a lot, then there was the long wait for the Dead Dog to start. I was so bored during that time that I think I almost passed out from boredom. Not sure yet about that one..........Eventually, flower_cat decides to be a stick-in-the-mud about what time I have to leave the party. I wasn't even done partying yet, and there was still people there I wanted to talk to before she hauled me away. I was annoyed with this, but was then told that I have school in the morning. I do understand that school is important, but I value my damned freedom! This means that I should be permitted to stay out until all ungodly hours and be able to somehow arrange for a ride home. This doesn't mean "come grab me whenever the fuck you feel like it because I have school in the morning"! That's just plain fuckin' rediculous.......gr.
Ok. I'm done ranting now...and now I'm goin' ta bed.
Thursday: Life is good. I run around, say hello to people, have dinner, do some chores for Mom, haul heavy luggage up to the room the hard way, and have some chocolate wherever I could grab some. Had to leave around 10ish, I think...right
mdlbear?Friday: Life was interesting, to say the least. I show up after 6th with a "dentist's note" that I would be missing 7th period. There were only a few problems with my stuff that I had to grab prior to returning to the convention. I had to find some things for
kierin because misdev requested them. That wasn't so bad. The next bit was kinda tricky. flower_cat said I could only take 4 boffers. I agreed to this, but it was a hard choice to make trying to figure out which ones to take. I got a killer suprise to see one of the biology teachers from my school, Mr. Glen Barrett fighting in the boffers. I didn't fight him, but I got my ass handed to me by a few of the good boffer fighters, including the Mr. Big & Intimidating looking guy known as "Spike". Had Daemon (Boffer God/licenced chiropractor") working on my back & popping a shoulder back into place afterwards. Felt nice, then fall asleep (after I hauled my lazy tired ass back to the 9th floor suite we had). Saturday: Well, ok. I wake up around 8am after going to bed around 4am. Not bad, for being bright & cheerful on 4 hours of sleep. Mayhem was rather amused by the fact I was cheerful and not wearing black....and by the fact that I was coherant without caffeene. Later that night, I go out to the boffer wars. I was thinking everything would be fine, that it'd be a repeat of last night. It was amusing during the first several minutes watching the little ones get their @$$es handed to them by the big kids, then I went up against someone with a polearm. That was ok, except I was using two short weapons against a long one. That equals a big fuckin' mistake right there. One does not take two short weapons against a polearm unless you and your opponent are both able to pull your strikes. I was clocked in the eye when the curve of my axe caught the shaft of the polearm and I pulled forward instead of deflecting downward. I was forced to step out of the fighting, taking initiative to go inside & get an ice pack from the hotel people. I went back to retrieve my stuff with Mr. Barrett's help and take it to the room. I went swimming with a friend afterwards, accidentally forgetting to tell
wolfwings that we were finished changing and on our way to the pool...oops.Sunday: Well, not bad. Not good either, but not bad. I woke up and had to go to eat breakfast. I still had a nice shiner (I think) where the weapon clocked me the night before. I talked with Daemon about making my trout, and he said he needed strapping tape. Why in the hell would a teenager like me (afraid of her weapons breaking, perhaps?) be carrying a roll of strapping tape? I don't know, but I darted upstairs to my room on the 9th floor to get it, then came back down and watched him make the trout. I didn't get hurt as badly as I had assumed I would after last night, but *shrug* cest' la vie. Nothing's ever perfect. I spent a little while (ok, until 3:50 or so in the morning) in Daemon's room, watching his cat and watching him put the finishing touches of silver duct tape to my 3' trout. I was fed sugar and soda, the M&M Minis containing 3 grams of sugar for 1 container! Cool! However, Spike was able to kill someone in 2 moves with my fish, whilst I was able to kill lots of people in a longer amount of attacks.
Monday: Well, alright. Went to bed at 5am, woke up around 11 or so. Ate breakfast, carrying my trout around. I had named it "Callahan" originally, then someone in the dealer's den suggested that I re-name it to "Kilgore". I took the suggestion, but kept Callahan as the middle name for the fish. I was making a list of people that had to be "fish-slapped" instead of bitchslapped. It was kinda wierd watching
gridlore and kshandra's reactions to the trout....especially when I told them the name of my fish. After the major programming crap was over and done with, I wasfairly bored. There was nothing to do, my girlfriend had left the building, and it was pretty lonely in there because the circle of friends I had made all throughout the con decided to blow up in my face. That really hurt a lot, then there was the long wait for the Dead Dog to start. I was so bored during that time that I think I almost passed out from boredom. Not sure yet about that one..........Eventually, flower_cat decides to be a stick-in-the-mud about what time I have to leave the party. I wasn't even done partying yet, and there was still people there I wanted to talk to before she hauled me away. I was annoyed with this, but was then told that I have school in the morning. I do understand that school is important, but I value my damned freedom! This means that I should be permitted to stay out until all ungodly hours and be able to somehow arrange for a ride home. This doesn't mean "come grab me whenever the fuck you feel like it because I have school in the morning"! That's just plain fuckin' rediculous.......gr.Ok. I'm done ranting now...and now I'm goin' ta bed.
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Hey, Dances with Duct Tape...
Date: 2003-05-27 04:08 am (UTC)*ducks*
Re: Hey, Dances with Duct Tape...
Date: 2003-05-27 07:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-27 08:47 am (UTC)-- Right.
So "Killgore" wasn't your idea? Pity. But I still think it's perfect.
Sorry about your freedom, but school's required by law until you're 18. Starting the second week in July, you'll be free to be late whenever you want. Of course, if you're working, your boss will be free to fire you for it. TANSTAAFL.
And it's not as if you were particularly easy to get out of bed this morning.
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