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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.
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Date: 2004-09-18 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-18 04:40 am (UTC)"Miss your boyfriend every time you smell some really oddiferous SOB..."
Uh...? I did catch the end of the sentence, but I'm still wondering why they reminded you of me. Angry face on reserve.
okay, maybe not. i miss you muchly, even though it hasn't been close to twelve hours. 'cause i'm a sappy little bitch like that.
tried to call you a couple of times. guess you're sleeping now... i'll try again tomorrow.
see you sunday!
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Date: 2004-09-18 08:09 am (UTC)I misses you, erin. sorry I got all pissy the other night. *drama dances* I'll be nicer when you get back.
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Date: 2004-09-18 08:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-18 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-19 12:34 am (UTC)I haven't talked to you forever! I really miss you! Where have we been?!
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Date: 2004-09-19 12:36 am (UTC)Have missed you to maudlin levels, and am embarassed. I love my CD muchly.
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Date: 2004-09-19 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-19 12:38 am (UTC)Love ya, hope you're having a fun weekend!
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Date: 2004-09-19 12:42 am (UTC)It's not bad- I have fun, but it's a ton of wook and EXHAUSTING. I hadn't realized how little of my fangirl Japanese I remembered. It's a constant workout for my emaciated knowledge of anime and my feeble Instant Math Sans Calculator Skillz.
I'm on my feet from eight to eight in complicated outfits in the middle of a continuous sensory barrage. but other than that, fun. I'm sorry I have sort of dropped off the earth lately- it's not that I don't love you, but between homework and the Leach of Time that is the BF, I've really gotten behind on my lj reading. Promise to catch up?
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Date: 2004-09-19 03:55 am (UTC)(319) 353-0253
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Date: 2004-09-19 06:32 pm (UTC)So where did this job come from? I had no idea you worked for an anime company.
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Date: 2004-09-19 09:35 pm (UTC)it also mean cute
so just keep you comments to yourself
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Date: 2004-09-20 04:41 pm (UTC)My friend Brit did back home and got this for us via her work connections. It's pretty sveet- made off with $300 this weekend all told (only blew like $50 at the con, some of it on one-time expenditures like birthday presents for people. Go me!)