x_los | Wherein I Hide from Things I Am Not Good At

Woke up at eight today, could not get either hung-over boss to climb out of bed, much work related angst ensued. Got it sorted out at THE LAST possible moment. God what a headache. Almost said oy instead of god there, but have promised self not to co-opt the language of the oppressed as it is Not Quite Legit.

Was smothered by Britney and thus terminated a phone call unexpectedly- cannot claim I did not deserve it.

Saw a girl cosplaying Dib today- she did a good job. Sadly I pondered why she had brought no Zim, as this would be slashy!good. Brit says we can cosplay that show next con we work, and suggested that I be Zim, as it wasn't an incredible stretch. I smacked. We agreed that she could not be my Dib, however, because she was clearly the Gir here. Indeed, if only the costumes weren't ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE, it's be really cool. Perhaps I'll think about feasibility. Attractive costumes entice more customers- what of a stipend, Anime Pavilion, hmm?

Brit and I checked out a floor party in 728 but left after five min.- boring and fanboys, fanboys and -just when you think that boat's sailed- more fanboys. Nothing good is showing right now- I just missed some sveet Evangelion.

I am tempted to buy that series ($110)- happy unbirthday to ME- but really need the money for other things, a la Sunday Night Dinner, Assorted Expenditures, and Presents for a Bevy of People for Christmas/Eight Crazy Nights (rep it Sarah, rep it hard). Perhaps will just give the Jewish Brigade one present each, but cut into eight pieces, that they might receive 1/8 each night. Muahaha. Am clever AND culturally sensitive. Go me.

Anyway, the only other thing hanging at the mo is a dance party on second, but as my gaygaygay father so lovingly says, I dance like a straight man. I used to be able to swing dance, but now those days are gone from me. At very least I need refresher lessons.

As for unscripted, off the cuff movement to the music? For-fucking-get it. I have the natural grace of a koala, which are constantly inebriated from their diet of fermenting Eucalyptus leaves, according to Tara from the WLC, and are thus furious when roused. Thus the savaging of poor Colin by the Koala. That's still hilarious. Point being, koalas are not graceful.

I know I'm not eloquent at this instant. I'm very tired. Cons sap the Working Woman's Soul, and the Constant Consumer Frenzy does in my socialist heart. And I cannot dance, so the whole concept of joining the Surprisingly Shaking It Brit results in a hideous montage of humiliation and shame (oh, Vasquez reference...). I have ass-ets and can't even learn to use them. I HATE dances. It's humiliating. I HATE being bad at things- I can tolerate not being the best, but I'm constantly terrified of just embarrassing myself.

In a fit or five year old-ness, Brit and I are building each other bears this Christmas at Build A Bear in the mall. There is something so crushingly innocent about it. I want a bear of my own design to love and suchlike REALLY bad.

I hope that $20 Kirrara plushie I washed off gets marked down, that I may receive it for cheeeeeap.

Gnight.