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x_losWilkomen to my job for the weekend. Booth-manning for Anime Pavillion at AnimeIowa.
Recipie for a perfect day: wake up, find alarm clock BLARRING at such a volume one can hear it from the next hall over. Known that EVERYONE knows you weren't in your room to hear it, and that no one will believe you if you say you weren't doing anything sexual. Even though it is true. Those bastards. Ache like a bitch, get fever. Go to Calc. Stare at wall. Drive two hours to con. Work like a bitch at con for like six hours, standing the entirety, slowly driving your body to more extremem forms of protest.
The pay is ten dollars an hour, the work is fun- you have to share a hotel suite with two older men and you feel pretty uncomfortable doing so. Maybe you should be a big girl and get the fuck over your prudishness, but possibly they will try to Molester you. Uncool. Miss your boyfriend every time you smell some really oddiferous SOB passing your booth- he doesnt't smell like that, my man smells like Axe, and not in a scary 'I'm using it to cover up the fact that I haven't bathed in YEARS!!!one1!' way.
Compose haiku about how tired and hungry you are. Also be amused by the inclusion of certain songs on J.E. 'courage, bravery, chess' Norstad's mixed CD for you.
Recieve no eye contact, plenty of eye-boob bonding moments, however. Think of the money. THINK OF THE MONEY.
Hope I don't get raped or anything tonight. Meep.
Gonna go read my China book. Mmmmm, Chinese History.
BTW, in case you didn't know, am w/ Brittany the Wunder Floormate, who kicks a bunch of ass. Have also began (two weeks now) dating Jeremy Edward Norstad. yeah. From Skokie, ILL. Will post details on that later...
Call me. I am scared of these men, and need them to be constantly aware that people WILL be concerned if I disappear from the world, and thus their efforts to ditch the body will prove unsucessful.
Recipie for a perfect day: wake up, find alarm clock BLARRING at such a volume one can hear it from the next hall over. Known that EVERYONE knows you weren't in your room to hear it, and that no one will believe you if you say you weren't doing anything sexual. Even though it is true. Those bastards. Ache like a bitch, get fever. Go to Calc. Stare at wall. Drive two hours to con. Work like a bitch at con for like six hours, standing the entirety, slowly driving your body to more extremem forms of protest.
The pay is ten dollars an hour, the work is fun- you have to share a hotel suite with two older men and you feel pretty uncomfortable doing so. Maybe you should be a big girl and get the fuck over your prudishness, but possibly they will try to Molester you. Uncool. Miss your boyfriend every time you smell some really oddiferous SOB passing your booth- he doesnt't smell like that, my man smells like Axe, and not in a scary 'I'm using it to cover up the fact that I haven't bathed in YEARS!!!one1!' way.
Compose haiku about how tired and hungry you are. Also be amused by the inclusion of certain songs on J.E. 'courage, bravery, chess' Norstad's mixed CD for you.
Recieve no eye contact, plenty of eye-boob bonding moments, however. Think of the money. THINK OF THE MONEY.
Hope I don't get raped or anything tonight. Meep.
Gonna go read my China book. Mmmmm, Chinese History.
BTW, in case you didn't know, am w/ Brittany the Wunder Floormate, who kicks a bunch of ass. Have also began (two weeks now) dating Jeremy Edward Norstad. yeah. From Skokie, ILL. Will post details on that later...
Call me. I am scared of these men, and need them to be constantly aware that people WILL be concerned if I disappear from the world, and thus their efforts to ditch the body will prove unsucessful.
