Beth's gonna do something stupid. You know how I mentioned that Chris guy? Well, he's supposed to come in this week. He hasn't yet. I said "He'll probably come in while I'm on vacation," and Beth just gets this smile on her face. I spent the next 20 minutes going "Beth, NO!" but I know she's gonna say something. Yeah, this is how I ended up dating PsychoBoy.

Almost completely packed for ScaperCon. I think I am. The list I made is all italicized except for everything I need tomorrow morning, and I'm repressing the urge to go out and pack up my car now. Not while American Idol is on. I know I'm probably forgetting something horrible, but I figure, anything I don't have, anything I forget, I can get in Cincy. And Talyn loves me. Even if I did scratch his mirror. (Car wash fought back.) Still waiting for my Scapespeare script and hoping I can just look over the thing before I leave. Got my money and batteries and everything. My sport utility purse seems to work well and I just discovered new blue eyeshadow that I forgot I had. Score! I'm running around putting stuff in my bag going "Oh my God, I forgot a makeup bag!" (yes, A makeup bag) or "Straightening iron!" You know I'm gonna be running around here at 1:00 tomorrow just throwing random things in any bag that can fit stuff. Work for me.

Dude, if Kelly gets voted off American Idol anytime soon, I'm throwing a fit.

Anyway. See y'all in Cincy! This time tomorrow, I should be there! < spaz >

Getting down to the wire with ScaperCon stuff. I'm doing a lot of little stuff now, and putting stuff together. Tried on my whole Scapespeare costume on today, and wasn't really pleased with the way I look considering I never eat and I work out as much as I do, but I did have the basic Aeryn look down. Of course, the jacket and the pleather pants couldn't get any hotter if I was in hell. But that's okay.

Checked my bank accounts, made sure everything was okay there. I'll be a teensy bit shaky there, but that's okay. Talked to Rona on the phone yesterday, which totally got me psyched up to make the drive. Yesterday I spent the day learning how to put air in my tires. Lemme put it this way. My tires are supposed to take 40 pounds. Mine were filled to 25. It's fun driving in Talyn now! He drives good! Also got him washed today so he'll be pretty when he becomes ScaperCab. Got most of my stuff packed, the signs and quote box are done, all but the last-minute shopping is done, I have directions to Laurie's and the hotel, and I'm still looking for the back to my TV remote.

All in all, I'm set, dammit. Woo hoo!

Okay, so I'm really freaking BORED. The damn muse finally wore herself out and is passed out in a corner somewhere in an alcoholic stupor. The others are too scared to come out and see me because they're afraid I might murder them. They're right. Dude, at 10:30 Monday night I got hit upside the head by Muse, who basically said "Remember this fic you started six years ago and left? I have an ideeeeeeaaaa..." And she thus tortured me for days, constantly. I finally managed to write it all out after many sleepless nights and shakes of the head and comments like "This is too evil even for me!" And the beautiful part? I'm so self-conscious about my writing that no one's gonna even see it.

But Muse's little Problem makes way for my intense boredom. I'm watching Buffy and reading everyone else's blogs. I need to do that more. I fall behind and then whoosh, everything's different again. Or something. And I already went through last night and changed my blog (AGAIN). Maybe I'll add more links. Or hey, here's an idea, maybe I should get a life! Since my life doesn't start for another... < counts > five days... < g >

"I'm the queen. You get me mad, what do you think I'm gonna do to you?"

So there's this guy. (I don't know why I say that, because every time I hear that I think of my friend Leia from high school, who every time anyone asked her how she was, she'd go "So there's this guy" and talk for half an hour. Makes me giggle.) Anyway, there's a guy. He's been coming in all week to place orders, which is weird because people call those in. I seriously thought he was a salesman with one of our vendors. Today he comes to pick up an order, we talked for a while and everything, and as soon as he was out the door, Beth turns 12 years old and goes "He liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikes you." And yeah, I totally know he does. He's kinda cute, IMO, the same kinda way that Gabriel on Witchblade is cute. Plus he's got really pretty blue eyes. And dude, his name is Chris. No matter what, I just can't get away from the Chrises. Knowing me, I'm gonna be married six times, and all of them will be named Chris. < sigh > He's supposed to come in a couple times next week for orders, so I guess we'll see...

< bounce >

I found my ScaperCon banquet hair! I got it cut last night so it's just kind of over my shoulders (but still good ponytail length for Scapespeare), and so there went the hair plans. I curled it, and does anyone watch CSI? Jorja Fox's hair on it. Love her hair, and now I know how to get it. Whee. It looks cute.

Also, I want my comments back. What's up. < sigh >

A week from now at this time, I will be at ScaperCon. Thank GOD. I'm going a bit stir crazy, and I'm running out of things to do to keep myself busy. I'm spending a lot of time going to the gym, being attacked by a sadistic muse (she bites!), and going through ScaperCon pictures. And making bracelets.

I've made a pact with myself about this year. I am not going to spend my time worrying about everyone else. I was miserable for parts of last year because I was more worried about my mom and brother than I was myself. It led to me getting so pissed off at myself that I kinda went on a little bender and ended up throwing up till 1 am. Can't drink margaritas anymore. Not happening again. Plus, last year was the beginning of the little nervous breakdown that ruled my holidays, and I'm a little bit scared that I might slip into it again. Put stress with me and people in close quarters and I tend to get a bit cranky. So I'm not letting it happen. I refuse to let myself get so stressed out for any reason that I sacrifice my own fun, or my sanity. I need both of them. They're important to me. Mark my words, people.

Four and a half days of work and I'm there. Six days total and I get to see my friends. =)

You know what's kinda scary? My dad and I are getting along. Well. We've always had this horrible relationship, where from about the age of 10 I did everything just to piss him off. And not just in that adolescent "I need to break away" thing. No, this was me trying to be different because I didn't want to be anything like him. I was kinda vicious about it for a while. We didn't talk for almost a year when I was in high school. I think the problem with him is about the same one I have with my mom a lot of the time: when he doesn't try to be a parent and tell me what to do or how to do things, we're fine. We've both come to accept that we are a lot alike, there's nothing we can do about it, so deal. Today he was trying to fix the phone cord in my room (as he put it, "one of Mother Nature's furry little bastards chewed through the phone cord") and while I'm sitting there making bracelets, he's trying to start conversations. I totally didn't know how to respond to it. I haven't had a conversation with him about anything for years. It was eerie. Not bad, but definitely eerie.

And every time I see the Muppets hocking Denny's, I feel a little part of my soul die.

So I had a great weekend with Sarah here, and hitting Wizard World with her and Laurie and Heather and Theresa. Got to see Georges again, too, which was very cool. And of course, there's Hunter, who as far as I'm concerned is still the cutest kid on the face of the planet. Also got a lot of ScaperCon shopping done. The dress I originally wanted made me flat-chested in all the wrong ways, so I got a different one. It's sparkly, and to my roommates: I'm very sorry in advance for the plethora of glitter all over. Now I just need to find my shoes and purse from last year and I'm pretty much set. Got my makeup, and the makeup for everyone else. Got a couple cute shirts for the week. Oh, and this pretty pretty bracelet that I've taken to calling the Bitchblade, because it's blue instead of red. It's the source of all my power, y'know.

I'm now totally psyched to go. I want to be there NOW. I have to finish up the quote box and figure out how the hell I'm going to pack up Talyn with everything, and I want to see all the people I haven't seen in a year and I wanna go I wanna go I wanna go. I'm also very tired. Seriously, so tired I slept through half of one of my new Eddie Izzard tapes. Therefore, I go 'way.

Two things of note. First off, I'm registered for NYC Fame's talent expo in August. Paid my money, I am mailing in the final form, and then I get to prepare to audition and interview for dozens of casting agents and so forth. Worst case scenario, I get a Simon-like agent, and I can deal with it. I'm my own damn worst enemy, and no one else can do any worse to me, so there.

Second thing of note. I have a stripper's phone number. There's this guy Angelo, who comes in to my work to pick up is orders, and today while Beth was at lunch, he comes in. When he was leaving, he looks at me, and the way he looked, I swear to God I was expecting him to ask me out. He didn't. Instead, he says "By the way, I'm not working at the Olive Garden for my night job anymore," and starts writing something on a card. Yep, he's a stripper, and he said if I had any parties or anything, to think of him. When Beth came back, she's all "I can't believe Angelo's a stripper!" and he told her that he gave me his cell phone number, if we had a party of just wanted to get together or whatever. Yep, that's what he was writing on the card. You know, there seems to be an increasing range of things that could only happen to me...

I am so glad I hung out with Tammy yesterday. Seriously one of the best times I've had, just because I don't think I've ever been that honest all at one time. We went to Ruby Tuesday, where I ended up skanking on our gorgeous-as-all-get-out waiter. We got into a conversation somehow about the worst things we'd ever done. I told her about some of the raunchier stuff I'd participated in at Scaper gatherings and such, and she was completely amazed that I would do any of this stuff because she thought I was innocent. Now, I was never really innocent, even in high school, but I never talked about any of it. From there on, we're window shopping (and I accidentally found a probable ScaperCon dress) and talking about her relationship with her boyfriend and the guys I've dated, and scaring people shopping around us. I guess it wasn't really the right topic of conversation for browsing around Von Maur. < shrug >

It's not that I've ever been anything less than honest, but it's completely different to let it all out at once to someone who knows nothing. When I dropped her off at home, we're both like, "We're definitely talking really soon." She's also been mentioning this guy that she knows, and for once I don't mind a possible setup, cuz she knows what I go for now. And believe it or not, she's the first person in this damn county who hasn't thought I was weird for it. Will wonders never cease.