Wednesday, August 31, 2011

BEDA - Day 31 - Holy shit, it's finally over

Holy crap. I made it all the way through BEDA on my first try. I can't say that I'm not happy about being done. Then again, the thought of not having to write daily after doing it for 31 days in a row is kind of...strange. I have this feeling I'll be sitting in this same spot tomorrow wondering "What should I write for BED-oh's over."

BEDA was definitely a good exercise in writing/blogging, and I think it has rekindled my interest in updating this blog more often, instead of just sporadically. I'm going to try and aim for weekly updates, at least, with maybe a few little extra things mixed in as they come to me.

What have I learned from BEDA?

Writing everyday is hard.

Writing engaging pieces everyday is even harder.

I've definitely learned that when I start narrating things in my head, as what I might write in a blog, that I should write it down somewhere immediately as possible material. Otherwise I'll probably lose the idea. I've also learned what my audience seems to be most interested in (by what I can tell from blogger stats), and I'll have to keep that in mind as I go along.

I also learned that sometimes you should write what you want to write, no matter how many people might think it's silly or boring. Don't edit yourself just because it might not be popular. You don't have to be engaging all the time for everyone. Not everyone is going to like everything you write, not everyone is going to find that post you thought was really witty to be as funny as you did.

Sometimes you just have to write to write.

I think once April rolls around that I'd like to try BEDA again. That's months and months away and I'm sure I'll need the challenge.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

BEDA - Day 30 - Shit that isn't that interesting

Godddd BEDA, my life isn't that interesting to write stuff everyday! I did a pretty good job over the weekend, I'm much more inspired then it seems. Probably because I have much more free time. Instead, on work nights, I feel like I have to waste some of my "between work and sleep time" to write these. That's precious gaming/internetting/Doctor Who watching time!

Those draft posts are still drafts.

I'll get to them someday.

So who wants to hear about my not-that-interesting weekend?!


So, my big plans for the weekend kinda fell through, unfortunately. I was kinda bummed since I didn't find out till Friday night after being pumped up about it. So there I was, halfway prettied up and eating delivery sushi and milking the last beer (a Sapporo, lasted me 2 hours) we had in the house.

Then Cathy came home!

We ended up going and getting more booze, playing some video games and then we both went to bed at a somewhat reasonable time for a Friday night.

Saturday was mostly: Sleep in (or attempt to), go to the pool, eat some foods, nap on couch.

Saturday night we went out to meet up with some guys we met at Comic Con. We went to Quenchers, a beer bar, and as you can probably guess I was in heaven. I tried, I think, 4 different beers that night? One of them was another sour beer, I think I'm in love with them. I'll update the beer list sometime after this weekend since I'm going to Indy and I'm going to go to a bunch of breweries with my uncle.

I got kinda drunk. I remember dancing with one of Cathy's friends and getting tacos. Oh and drunk Facebook chatting this cute guy. Good first impressions I'm sure. I said some decently funny stuff though...and some decently "Why the fuck did I think that was necessary to tell him?" stuff too. Go me!

And then I didn't do shit on Sunday except lay at the pool and watch Doctor Who and be all around awesome in general.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

The way to my heart

I recently asked people to ask me questions (anonymously or not) on my Tumblr account. Actually, I tend to ask that frequently. Questions are always open for asking but I sometimes get bored and prompt people to ask people on Twitter to ask me things.

One recurring question seems to be what is the way to my heart (and pants sometimes, as well, which is honestly easier to answer, haha). I answered it to the best of my ability but, honestly, I'm not entirely sure myself.

I love laughing. The majority of people that I end up liking/crushing on are people who are genuinely funny. Comedians mostly. A sense of humor is a must.

If you cannot make me laugh it will not work. It doesn't matter how attractive you are/hot you are/incredibly good at cunnilingus you are, if you have no sense of humor then a relationship with me is impossible (we could probably still bang though).

Common interests are excellent (I like computers, video games, the Internet, long walks on the beach, etc).

Different interests are good too, since I love learning new things. And who better to experience new things than with someone you care about and want to get to know better?

I love it when a guy takes charge and makes decisions. Assertiveness is hot, crazy controlling is not. I don't want anyone who is going to tell me to change or how to act, how to live, how to dress, tell me who I can and can't talk to, go through my phone and shit, etc. Unless, of course, I ask for their help on these things.  I tried that once and wasted years of my life to make someone else happy who had no interest in my own happiness. I will never change myself again.

Do not tell me I’m on my computer/phone too much. Do not mock the games I play or tell me I need to "grow up".

I’m a fucking programmer. Computers are a huge part of my life and of who I am. So whoever I end up with needs to be prepared to deal with that.

I have a LOT of male friends. Don't constrict me. They're still my friends and they mean something to me. I am loyal as fuck. Trust me.

I like creative guys for some reason. I continuously find myself lusting after guys who play an instrument or create things or sing. Something about a creative side is so attractive to me, probably because I'm not good at expressing my creative side and I guess seeing someone who can express themselves fascinates me and draws me in. Something about artistic hands... the idea of hands that can create such beautiful things being all over me is just...

Wait, I'm sorry, I'm getting sidetracked.

Intelligence. Dear God this is a must. You don't have to be a genius but you have to be decently smart. I cannot go for mindless, brainwashed sheeple. I'm sorry, but I can't. I want someone who I can constantly be learning new things from and who wants to learn new things from me as well.

Physically? Looks are great and all but they’re not the end all be all. I like cute eyes (what exactly constitutes cute eyes I'm not even sure myself) and cute smiles, cute butts, well fitted jeans, recently I’m into skinny, yet toned guys, but my tastes are all over the place. My roommates have been trying to figure out my “type” for over a year now. Apparently I don’t have one. I think I just have a personality type and not a physical looks type.

I'll lust after a hot guy but it doesn't mean he's dateable material.

I like a challenge, I like the chase, who doesn't? That's why we're all taught to play hard to get. I get kind of weirded out when a guy is too forward or I feel is moving to being serious too fast. This is especially true if I don't have an interest in the guy. But don't just..not talk to me. I rarely ever message a guy first, especially if I like them, for the same reason that I'm scared I'm being too forward or obnoxious.

EDIT: I feel I need to clarify the forwardness thing. I lied. I DO like it when a guy is forward, but I only when that guy is confident about being forward (and me having an interest in that person helps too). If you're constantly messaging me even after I haven't responded then you are coming off as desperate and clingy and codependent. No body wants that.

I'm a free spirit and I can get bored easily. Excite me. 

I really don't know much other than that. I think back to all my relationships and most of them started with something sweet being said to me by a guy and me swooning a bit. I might come off as cynical most of the time but romance isn't completely lost on me. I eat that shit up, I am a girl after all.

Show me what you've got.

Friday, August 26, 2011

BEDA - Day 27 - On Sleep and Dreams

I've talked about it a few times but I don't sleep very well.

I used to, I don't know what happened. I still do sometimes, mostly on weekends (cause I get to sleep as late as I want and nap and stuff) and when I'm really drunk (well I guess that's really passing out, but whatever).

The past few weeks I've been kind of experimenting on trying to figure out when I need to go to bed so that I don't feel like a giant pile of ass the next day at work.

So far I haven't figured it out.

I do know that if I go to bed before 11:30pm I usually feel like shit the next day at 7am. Oddly enough, the nights I used to stay up texting with someone until 3 or 4am were the days I felt most awake. But getting 3-4 hours of sleep a night still seems unhealthy to me.

So last night instead of staying up till 1 or 2am like I planned to, I went to bed early.  At 10:30pm. And I had some crazy ass dreams.

The first one I remember very little of, but a rabid wolf came at me and latched onto my arm. This then required my dad to shoot it, with a shotgun RIGHT NEXT TO ME to get it off and he not only blew the dog up but blew off my arm.

Then I woke up.

The next dream was about my friend's wedding that is coming up that I'm the maid of honor for.

It's this dream that inspired this BEDA post because I was telling it to Cathy and she couldn't stop laughing, I'll be adding in a bit of her commentary too.

So somehow my friend was being a huge bridezilla so I went out onto her roof, where then my friend Jason drove up ON to her roof with a motorcycle.

At this point Cathy said "All I can think of is Hagrid coming and saying 'You're a wizard, Harry', but I was a lil tipsy so I said 'You're a lizard, Haili" at the same time as she was saying You're a wizard, Harry.

Some reason the roof was also covered in half broken beer bottles that were spaced out evenly along the roof.  I started bitching to Jason about how my friend was being a bitch, all the while my friend and Captain Jack Harkness (hahahaha) overheard. Then my friend bitched me out about stabbing her in the back, kicked me out of the wedding, and that's when I woke up.

"What goes on in your mind? GIVE ME YOUR MIND." - Cathy

BEDA - Day 26 - I've been hiding something from you guys

This past Saturday the Tenth Doctor (not the real one, the one from Comic Con, we're just friends) and I went out to the middle of fucking nowhere (Merrillville) Indiana for a tiny tiny tiny little anime convention known as Ramencon.  This was mainly because at the time I agreed to go I was still in post-con fever and figured this would get it out of my system.

I've been too embarrassed to admit this because I was afraid I would come off as a huge nerd.

But...I suppose I already do come off as a huge nerd, so I figured why keep hiding it!

Now when I say tiny tiny tiny little I mean it. There were only 3 panel rooms, a game room, a very small vendor area and I don't remember what else because I didn't care much. I was kinda hungover and wanted to go home and lay down and it was kinda boring (sorry Ramencon, I know you have to start somewhere!)

So we tried to find something to do and eventually I was like "alright fuck it let's go to the only friggen interesting looking panel for this voice actor I've never heard of." The voice actor is Troy Baker and holy shitballs he is a gorgeous piece of man. We actually passed him twice in the hallway on the way to his panel and I remarked on how he smelled "delicious." Can you tell I need to get laid?

His panel was hilarious, very funny guy, amazing voice and (I'm sure) an amazing voice actor. I don't think I've heard many of the roles he's played, probably just those in video games since I haven't watched much anime in the past 5 years.

But basically, the reason I was finally inspired to write about Saturday is because Troy did an acoustic set after his Q&A panel. And his rendition of Radiohead's "Creep" has been stuck in my head for the past few days. I know they had a camera going but I can't find anything from Ramencon of his set. The closest I can find is a video of him singing it from a con earlier in the summer here.

I think I'm in lust with his voice.

And some clips from his Q&A here!

I'm regretting not sticking around to meet him.

Also, there was this girl sitting in front of us who was apparently madly in love with one of the characters he played she was squeeing like CRAZY and I think at one point she was crying she was so happy (he said a line from said character). The high pitch noises she kept making were making me worry that she might explode.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Dear UPS,

Why do you hate me?

You used to leave my packages, the ones that said no signature was required. But back in May you stopped. Just suddenly you stopped. You even had me sign the doortag once only to leave me another doortag on top of it the next day.

Why would you do that to me?

I mean, I can understand for expensive things like my laptop. But cheap things?

You left my roommates $40+ worth of Mass Effect books (nerd) but you won't leave my $20 Sonic Screwdriver (also nerd)? Why?

You always do it when it's something I really want too.  I tracked the package all day and was home during your "First attempt" but, no, you just must've seen the broken doorbell and said "WELP guess I tried."

I know our doorbell is broken, but that's why the note on it says "Out of Order PLEASE KNOCK." Do you see that big, open window upstairs? Seriously just knock on the door, I can hear it. I can hear my roommates opening the door when they come home, I'm sure I can hear your fist pounding on it.

The FedEx guy figured it out, why can't you?

Review of The Sims Social on Facebook

It's a Sims version of Farmville.

That's all you really need to know.

End of review.

If you really want to know more:

Your Sim does not age, you can't create your Sim a family, your Sim will not go to work or school, etc. You cannot speed up the game so instead you get to watch your Sim walking slowly across the house/yard/whatever.

You get so many energy points that regenerate every so many minutes. Then you do mindless repetitive tasks to make money to buy shit to decorate your house. However, basic Sim actions like eating and sleeping do not cost energy (sleeping doesn't get you more energy though either).

The only other Sims you can interact with are your Facebook friends' Sims, which is kind of weird when you start getting quests telling you to profess your attraction for a Sim. You're encouraged to visit your friends houses and get bonus energy for visiting them and helping them out with shit like repairing their microwave or cleaning their toilet.

I don't think you can WooHoo. Which, honestly, could be kind of awkward when you think about it.

Some reason I only get romantic options for my female Sim with male neighbor Sims, which maybe I'm just not trying hard enough with the girls but I could see people getting offended.

My Sim is also, as of about 5 minutes ago, apparently dating another person's Sim and I don't really remember agreeing to this? Or maybe I was just clicking through all my in-game messages so fast that I failed to read the "Our Sims should date" one. I'm not going to read all those things, they're wordy and there are a lot of them. Accept accept accept oh wait my Sim is in a relationship now? Shit.

I wonder, if there is WooHooing, if you have to send a request for that. "Ryan would like your Sim and his Sim to WooHoo. He also thinks that you and he should do the same."

My Sim showers with her bathing suit on. Uh. Okay.

Remember the loading issues with Farmville/Frontierville? Where you'd do some work and the game would suddenly say "Whoops! We ran into a problem and have to reload." and then you lost all that work and had to go do it again? Yeah, it's there in The Sims Social too.

Building your house, which I know is the favorite part of The Sims for some people, is a dumbed down version of the real game. You only get pre-made room dimension options and then you have to wait for friends to come help you build it.

Plus if you really want to get anywhere in the game (finish quests/build new rooms of your house/build furniture/level up yeah that's right, your Sim has fucking levels now) you'll either have to spend real money for SimCash or have fun spamming your friends and news feed for shit!

UPDATE: You can, indeed, Woo Hoo other Sims.

And then you can inform the rest of Facebook about the fact that your Sim just got laid and you didn't.

Also you can trim another Sim's bush.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

BEDA - Day 23 - Fuck I almost forgot to write this and a slightly funny story

I really am starting to hate you, BEDA.  Is that what happens? People start hating blogging after having to do it for so many days in a row?

I still haven't finished any of those draft posts.


I do have to stay at work late tomorrow so maybe I'll finish one of them then, while waiting for the webserver at work to finish patching.

So here's a slightly funny story, or at least my roommates found it funny. Or maybe they only found it funny because they found the fact that I have Michael Jackson's "Man in the Mirror" on my iPhone funny and they know my ex.

Maybe it was one of those "you had to be there" moments.

I was playing music in the car with Cathy a week or so ago ("White and Nerdy" repeatedly by her request). But instead of putting the song on repeat I put it on shuffle. After the song finished Michael Jackson came on suddenly and I scrambled to turn it off in my embarrassment.

Fast forward to yesterday while we were driving home from couch shopping round two (getting a sectional! better fit through the fucking door!) and Cathy said I should play "Man in the Mirror", I think just so we could relive my embarrassment from the time before.

So then, in between me singing (horribly) the bits of the song that I knew, I admitted to them that my ex knew all the words. I knew this because he and I had danced to this song the first time (well, I guess only time) he came to visit me in Myrtle Beach. We were at a club, very popular night club, when it came on (MJ had just died like a few days before) and all I remember is dancing with a Smirnoff Ice in my hand while my ex was singing this song and dancing with me.

My roommates were like "hahahah I can just see you and him dancing to this song" and made motions indicating slow dancing.


We weren't slow dancing.

This was a fucking nightclub.

We were booty dancing.

Monday, August 22, 2011

BEDA - Day 22

This is the home stretch, the last full week of August, the last full week of BEDA.

I've definitely hit the point where it's getting hard to think of things to write and I've lost most of my motivation to finish in draft posts and am instead thinking of saving them for future, non-BEDA, updates.

I keep wanting to make this into a "What I've learned from putting myself through BEDA" but I figure that should be saved for next week, preferably the last day.

This weekend should be interesting, I hope. I'm crossing my fingers for some decently amusing things to write about, at least.

I'm going to be completely honest and say that I really can't think of anything to write because I really want to get back to watching Doctor Who and it's kind of all I can think about. I'm on the 4th series and I can already tell you that once the Tenth Doctor regenerates that I'm going to lock myself in my room, eat ice cream and cry for probably a whole day.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

BEDA - Day 21 - A sign I might need to get out more.

I started playing The Sims 3 last night.

And of course made a Sim based on myself.

And then one of the Tenth Doctor.

And then totally made them WooHoo.

Multiple times.

I think that's all you really need to know to understand the state of my life right now.

Now, if you'll excuse me (and this halfassed BEDA post), I have some Simming to get back to.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The most creative way I've been asked out

Yesterday someone asked me on Tumblr what was the most creative way I've been asked out, and I was like "eh nothing really"

But I forgot about this.

There was this campus wide game of tag that was going on my freshman year of college. You were on teams and each week your team was given a new team to target. The thing was, you had to be wearing a red clown nose (I still have mine somewhere I think) before the person saw you and then you had to tag them with the DeTag sticker.

Much fun was had, seeing people running while being chased by someone with a clown nose.

One week someone figured out which dorm room I was in (wtf) and this guy ended up camping outside my dorm room to tag me. I ended up skipping class to avoid getting tagged one of the days that he was there, but another night he slid a note under my door, offering to buy me lunch if I let him tag me since he had no night class and got my schedule and knew I had to leave at some point (kinda wtf again).

Eventually I had to leave for that class, since I couldn't miss it, so I let him tag me. We did end up going out after that and dated for most of our freshman year.

And that's that.

Friday, August 19, 2011

BEDA - Day 19

So I'm on my 4th or 5th glass of wine or so and waiting for Cathy to come home from her happy hour so that we can stream.

I spent the last two hours showering and doing my hair/makeup specifically for the occasion all the while rocking out to my music and doing my hair and makeup.

And a song just came on, Outkast - "Hey Ya", which reminded me of the last time I went to Disney World, which was spring 2006 for my high school Disney Grad Nite. Some friends and I ended up going to Downtown Disney one day where they had a couple guys doing music at a small stage and getting small children to dance to it (you know, so the parents could actually get some friggen rest and maybe the kid would sleep a bit that day).

Here, have a really old (PALE) picture of me from our Disney Grad Nite trip. It's not a skirt, it's actually shorts. Seriously. Fuck skirts.

Of course my friends and I went over there and started dancing too.

And I was flirting with the one guy, I don't remember his name now, god that was 5 years ago. Holy shit.

And as we were leaving, I did the "call me" hand sign, and his coworker actually GAVE ME HIS NUMBER. OVER THE LOUDSPEAKER. I'll never forget that. I saved it in my phone and I ended up texting him most of grad night and had a crush on him for a little while. He said very sweet things about being a prince who would come and sweep me off my feet and all that cutesy, gushy, mushy shit.

I'm much more cynical now but that sort of stuff would probably still work on me.

Does this make any sense?

I'm a lil drunk.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

BEDA - Day 18

Have you noticed that my BEDA posts are slowly getting closer and closer to the end of day deadline? I guess this is the slump that everyone talks about, where you're too busy to write and have nothing all that interesting to write about anymore.

I actually have ~3 draft posts right now but I'm not really motivated to finish them this late at night when the only real thoughts on my brain are "I want to go read The Hunger Games" and "I want to sleep."  So I guess I'll do a typical "What I did today" blog post.

I woke up around 7am not feeling entirely like shit because I actually slept somewhat decently last night, which is rare.  Then I headed off to a long, fun filled (not) day of work where I actually made some progress on the code I've been working on and hopefully should be done with it tomorrow.

Unless another little blip shows up like the last one that throws me off for another two days.

Then I came home, skipped the gym since my gym buddy was too tired to go with me thanks to her staying up till 5am playing COD Zombies.  So instead the two roommates and I sat around waiting for our new couches to be delivered.  Except, once they got here the movers found out that there's no way to get them in our apartment!


Then there was a lot of boring sitting around after that. Both roommates decided they'd rather go play games in their rooms than hang out with me so here I am all by my lonesome downstairs eating a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles and writing about my boring-ass day.

I will be drinking at home tomorrow night so let's hope that maybe I'll write up something interesting while drunk!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Things I like

To counter the Things That Annoy Me post, here is a list of things that I like:

My family.

My friends.

Cocoa Pebbles, Chocolate, Sushi, Papa Johns.

Food in general.

Internet, especially Twitter and all the awesome people I've met.

Laying in the sunshine on a beach without a care in the world.

My flip flops.

Being flirted with.


Video Games!

Driving in my car while listening to awesome music.

And that's what I'm going to go do right now.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Wizard World Chicago Comic Con - Sunday

I woke up at 7:30am on Sunday, even though my alarm was set for 9:30, with a massive headache thanks to all the wine the night before. I got myself some water and my bag of mini donuts and spent the next two hours in bed with my laptop while stuffing my face.

Eventually Cathy got up, just as hangovery as me, and we grudgingly got ready and then left to head back to Comic Con. We left KL behind since she had plans already for the day.  Lucky for us traffic wasn't nearly as bad and we found a parking spot almost no problem! (Note: we played "Midnight Train to Georgia" throughout the parking garage experience again).

We went to the Evil Dead reunion panel, which was absolutely hilarious, and then decided to skip The Boondock Saints panel in order to go get some energy drinks before we both died. Since there's a McDonald's next to the gas station I also got some burgers and ate these on the walk back to the convention center. So delicious.

I met up with my sexy Tenth Doctor again and we hung out for a bit.  Then we wandered around for a bit before coming upon the Sugar Gamers booth, where Cathy immediately started playing Bulletstorm and got hooked for well over an hour. I managed to buy a can of Cherry Bawls off some kid for a couple bucks, which made my day because I'd been craving it all morning.

Oh, Cathy wore her C-3PO backpack and had people asking for pictures with her/it all day. It was awesome.

We spent most of that day just wandering around the vendor area, and spent probably a good hour and a half talking to the super cute guys of Five Year Mission, a band that writes songs for every episode of Star Trek Original Series.

Cute! This is much better than the picture on their camera, in which I look as hungover as I felt thanks to blinking mid picture.

After a while we started to feel extremely exhausted and headachey, and there was only about 30 minutes of the con left anyway, so we headed home.

The rest of the day was spent lounging, gaming and napping on the couches.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Wizard World Chicago Comic Con - Saturday

So I figured I could split up my Comic Con experience into two posts since it was just THAT awesome and since we decided to go two days instead of just the one.

We (and by we I mean me) woke up around 8:30am and started getting ready. My hair was being a total bitch and not doing anything that I wanted it to do and I'm pretty sure I burned part of my head with the blow dryer at one point. Eventually I was happy with it and by that point my roommates were up and almost ready to go.

The drive to the convention center in Rosemont was pretty traffic free up until we got to the exact exit for Comic Con. I'm pretty sure we sat in traffic less than a mile away from the con for about 20+ minutes spent another 15+ minutes driving around the damn parking garage. I was honestly scared that we weren't going to find a spot. Whatever though, we spent the whole drive in the garage playing "Midnight Train to Georgia" on repeat.

Yeah, we're badasses.

I also want to note that fast food salads are not good car food, especially when said car has no AC and you're driving down a freeway at 70MPH with the windows down. Lettuce everywhere.

We got our one day wristbands and Cathy and I immediately got in the line to meet Felicia Day and Jeff Lewis from The Guild! Best moment ever was when Felicia Day called out my friend, Victor, who had already met her earlier and said "I thought you said you were scared to talk to girls and here you are with the two prettiest girls here!"


Okay, that was my one designated fangirl moment for this post.

One of the best moments in my life, she's one of my heros!

From there we went to meet up with KL who was with some other friends in the Patrick Stewart and Daniel Stewart Q&A line. We were an hour early for his panel (and it started late) but we got awesome seats! Patrick Stewart is absolutely hilarious. 

Patrick Stewart might be 71, but I'd still hit it.

After that we had to leave the room and get in the line for the Felicia Day and Jeff Lewis Q&A panel which was in the same room..yeah. Kind of silly, wish they let you stay in the room instead of forcing you out and making you get at the end of the line that's been queuing for the past hour. It was an awesome panel though, they're both super funny and I don't think I stopped smiling the whole time. Also, I totally support Jeff's spinoff idea, It's All Coming Up Vork.

We decided to skip the Christopher Lloyd panel, which was also in the same room, since the line had been wrapped around once already before the Felicia Day panel even began. Instead we left to go wander around the vendor area intent on finding Cathy and I some hot Stormtrooper ass.

While walking around I ended up seeing a very attractive guy cosplaying as the Tenth Doctor and blurted out "I'm going to rape him" while pointing in his general direction. Cathy then forced KL and I to take a picture with him and his friend (who was cosplaying the Eleventh Doctor!) during which I awkwardly hit on him and then got his number!

Yeah! Go me!

Isn't he cute?!

We spend the next few hours wandering around. KL and Cathy bought some art in Artist Alley and we got some pizza and sodas before heading to the adult costume contest, which took forever. They had to move the costume contest to another room because it went over its time limit so we decided to go by the Masquerade Ball, which was supposed to have started half an hour previously.

Except we got there and apparently the DJ was late.  And then it ended up that the DJ completely bailed on the con. Luckily, a staff member had a well stocked iPad and let us know that the hotel was helping him get a setup so that he could at least get us some music. I requested Party Rock Anthem and he said he would play it first. 

We went and got some drinks from the bar (which the bartenders were not carding and I'm sure many an underage con guest got some booze that night) and then proceeded to watch people do the Hokey Pokey and play Duck Duck Goose and Red Rover on the dance floor while waiting for music.

Well, at least they were able to entertain themselves for an hour and a half.

Eventually, music started (and Party Rock Anthem played first which made me so happy), and my sexy Tenth Doctor showed up and we all started to party the night away. Cathy and I met some guys with Master Chief helmets and got to wear those, then FINALLY found a Stormtrooper! We took a bunch of pics with him and danced with him and wore his helmet too. Then Cathy and I danced together while each wearing helmets, and there were people taking pictures of us and asking for pictures with us! 

Honestly this part is better just described with pictures.

Isn't he adorable? 

 Two of my fantasies next to each other! So hot.

 This guy. Awesome.

 My favorite picture of the whole weekend. Cathy doing the running man.

It was somewhere around this time that Cathy and I determined we HAD to go back again the next day.

Cathy only had a beer or two since she had to drive us home, but I got a little tipsy. 

Maybe even a little drunk. 

Okay, I was definitely drunk.

I remember much dancing and being with the sexy Doctor and Weird Al's White and Nerdy playing and me being super happy about it. But after a while we had to leave. On our way home we went by Jewel and KL, Cathy and I all got a bottle of wine each and then proceeded to stay up all night getting drunk(er), watching the new episodes of The Guild over and over, and playing on the Internet!

Wizard World has videos of most of the panels/Q&As up on their YouTube for those of you who couldn't be there! Be sure to watch the Patrick Stewart one! It's priceless!

Continue on to Wizard World Chicago Comic Con - Sunday!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

BEDA - Day 14

Comic Con was incredible and I am incredibly exhausted.  We decided to go again today since Saturday was just so fun.

We met a lot of awesome people and had an awesome time. We danced like maniacs, wore Stormtrooper and Master Chief helmets while doing so, the 10th Doctor bought me some drinks and it was just an all around awesome time. I'll be sure to put a more descriptive post up tomorrow when I can actually focus on something other than trying to not fall asleep.

The rest of this evening will be filled with mindless Internetting, eating mac and cheese while wishing it was really potato salad, watching my roommate play COD Zombies and maybe reading a bit, but I have a feeling I'll be asleep nearly instantly once I get into my bed.

I'm not entirely thrilled with the idea of going to work tomorrow, but hopefully I'm so exhausted from two days of Comic Con that I'll actually sleep well.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Things that annoy me

Since I gave this idea to my friend, Erik, when he was in need of a BEDA topic, I figured I should do it myself! So here it goes:

Things not working that are supposed to (like AT&T).

People driving slow in the left lane.

People walking slowly up the stairs to the L when there's a fucking train coming and make me miss it. Fuckers.

Over opinionated people. My opinion is different. Get over it and stop shoving yours down my throat.

Pants. First thing I do when I get home after work is put on something comfy.

The house being dirty when it's an easy fix (like putting dishes in the dishwasher or putting something in the trash).

Not being able to sleep, especially when I've been tired all day.

Repetitive sounds (like something beeping or a dog barking).

My hair not cooperating with how I'm trying to style it.

I could go on and on, I'm sure, but I'd rather not. I'll follow this up sometime with a Things I Love blog, but tomorrow you should expect something Chicago Comic Con related!

Friday, August 12, 2011

I fucking hate AT&T

A few months ago I swore off tweeting about how much I hate AT&T. Why? Because I felt like it was becoming a far too often occurrence.

Except now it's become all bottled up inside of me. Especially now, with summer here, the service is even worse with tourists, festivals and fucking Cubs games.

So I'm just going to let it all out:

I fucking hate you, AT&T.

I hate you so much that I'm counting down the days till my contract is up. (310 left by the way).

I hate that when I'm downtown my phone works better (and by better I mean AT ALL) when I turn 3G off. That's right, I run on the fucking EDGE network because if I don't then nothing loads! Apparently every fucking person in the loop is also on your shitty 3G network!

I hate that if there's a Cubs game that my phone is rendered completely useless at my apartment, even though we live 1.5 miles west of Wrigley Field.

I hate that my roommate has an iPhone on Verizon and it loads a bajillion times faster than mine. I also hate that she gets signal almost everywhere! Oh group texts are coming to her but not to the other two of us on AT&T? Well shit.

I hate that you say I can't do data and voice at the same time on Verizon and that's your only selling point for me to stay with you. Except, I can only do data and voice if I'm on your fucking 3G network which, as already discussed, hardly ever works! I've also noticed that, sometimes, once I start a call that my 3G will magically disappear.

AT&T: Voice and data at the same time! HAHAH, just kidding. It doesn't work either.

I hate that I know where the deadzones are on the L. I hate that there are deadzones at all.

I hate that if I have 3 bars and a 3G signal it really means I have no signal, because my phone basically says "Oh you want that to load? Fuck you."  2 bars? Works. 4 bars? Works. 3 bars? Fuck you.

I hate that I'm trying to send an email from my phone RIGHT FUCKING NOW and it won't send!

I cannot wait until I am done with your joke of a service.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

Maid of Honor

In approximately 30 days one of my good friends will be getting married.

The guy she is marrying was my first "boyfriend" in high school. I don't consider him a boyfriend any more since most high school relationships don't mean shit and we only dated for 3 months (my friend says it was 6 but whatever).

Pretty much any relationship I had in high school I no longer count under the "how many people I've dated" total. Not like we did anything other than make out. (Yeah I was a little goody two-shoes, eat it).

My friend chose me as her Maid of Honor, even though we've barely talked since graduating high school except for the random text of her complaining about her fiancé or her texting me about someone we went to high school with who was either now engaged or pregnant or both.

MOH duties aren't that bad, especially not when you live 500 miles away. Most decisions have been via text or Facebook. And I don't get to deal with all the breakdown and bridezilla things up close, only via text messages, which are decently easy to respond to. The bridal shower I "organized" went off well (other than the expected drama, but well...that was expected) since the bride mostly did it herself and ignored my suggestions.

The bachelorette party will be interesting since I, of course, wanted to deck the future bride out in dick apparel and eat dick cake (another bridesmaid has a cake mold!) and dick cookies. But apparently the bride might be inviting her 14 year old cousin to the bachelorette party.

14 year old cousin. Bachelorette party. Are you kidding me?

The bachelorette party is apparently also only going to be a slumberparty in a hotel room with some pizza.

Wait. What?

No dildo wand and taking her out to bars with a veil and sash saying "It's my last night to party"?! No actual party?!

I'm sure the other bridesmaids and I will figure out a way to make that evening more fun than just a slumberparty with pizza.

Unfortunately, being the MOH means I also have to give a toast, and I haven't even started writing this silly thing. This sucks for multiple reasons: because I hate public speaking and because the Best Man isn't giving a speech because he didn't want to. So basically now I have to or no one will, and we can't have that now can we?

I suppose this means I should get to Googling and figure something out.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

I'm not a very good cook

Hopefully, whoever I end up marrying (hah, unlikely) ends up being someone who enjoys cooking.

Or enjoys teaching someone how to cook.

Or enjoys eating multiple failures of food and telling me it's not that bad and stomaching through it anyway only to throw it up immediately after.

(Just kidding my cooking isn't THAT terrible)

Or maybe I will just spend the rest of my days alone, skipping a real dinner and continuing to snack on fruits and crackers or eating bowls of cereal.

I do like baking, baking is easy. It's precise. It's science for hungry people. Not to mention that most everything you can bake ends up as sweet and delicious future diabetes food.

But cooking? Cooking is too interpretive. "Flavor to taste." Well, fuck, I don't know how this is going to taste once it's done cooking. How the hell can I flavor to taste now?

I can cook a few things, like chicken, I can cook chicken. That's a pretty hard one to fuck up, I think. All I need to do there is branch out and start trying different marinades and shit. I can make good burgers, but I always left the cooking of the burgers up to the grillmaster ex-boyfriend. Pretty much most grillable, red meat items were his duty. Oh men and their grills.

I can also make most common breakfast items (not just cereal) and grilled cheese.

Except that last time I made grilled cheese. Normally I make pretty decent grilled cheese, but last time I don't know what went wrong. My bread didn't toast or burn at all, even though the pan was sufficiently hot. Instead my bread suddenly developed a hole in it, leaking hot, delicious cheese all over the pan.

I then decided that I would rectify this by patching up the bread hole with some more bread. But the only slice of bread left in the bag was one of those end pieces.

Oh well it would have to do, else my future dinner would continue hemorrhaging cheese everywhere.

Eventually the sandwich started to kind of cook, but not nearly enough despite me standing there for what felt like forever waiting for it to cook.

The end result ended up being a decently delicious, yet incredibly ugly looking, grilled cheese sandwich.

Monday, August 8, 2011

BEDA - Day 8

Since I had a very long, mentally exhausting day at work I'm just going to make a blog post of random things that pop into my head for the next...5 minutes.

Google Chrome is being a huge bitch and so is Windows 7.

I want a new computer.

Preferably a MacBook Pro.

Blizzcon is soon, I should probably try to get my main to 85 before then.

Cathy and I also need to make our shirts for Blizzcon.

Shit, what should I wear to Chicago Comic Con this weekend? I have a ton of Star Wars shirts but no Star Trek ones and I can't meet Patrick Stewart wearing a damn Star Wars shirt!

I'm also sad that this very funny, very cute guy I've been kind of talking with isn't going to make it to Comic Con, and won't be able to come to Chicago till later in the month, if even. I want to meet him, damnit.

I wish that same cute guy would text me because I've been texting first and I'm afraid of coming off as annoying/obnoxious.

I'm awkward.

I wish I had more milk.

I wish it wasn't raining because then I would go walk and buy more milk.

I'm so sick of rain. It's rained so goddamn much this summer. Hate it.

Can't wait to move somewhere where it's sunny most of the time.


Sunday, August 7, 2011

I have a problem...

Sometimes I'll start cleaning and can hardly stop myself. I just keep going and going and seeing one more thing to clean.

It doesn't happen all the time, but it seems to be happening more and more frequently.

It'll start out as something small, like I'll wipe up something spilled on the counter.

Which then turns into cleaning that whole section of the counter.

Then all of the counters.

Then all of the flat surfaces in the kitchen.

Then emptying the dishwasher so that I can put all the dishes in the sink into it and then clean the sink; then sweep the floor; then cleaning out the fridge and taking out the trash.

And before you know it whatever it is that I was doing before hand had been completely forgotten and the whole kitchen is now clean.

I find it very therapeutic.

Does anyone else do this too or am I just crazy?

In related news: I cleaned the whole downstairs of the apartment today!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Dear (less familiar with my weirdness) Family Members,

Please stay off Twitter.

I had an aunt add me on Twitter earlier this week. An aunt I rarely talk to and I have a feeling won't approve of some of the things I do and say. And I just really hope this isn't a sign that Twitter is going the way of Facebook.

This isn't to ostracize any cool family members, I have an aunt that follows me that is pretty awesome and some cousins (but cousins are cool since we're all about the same age).

My parents Twitter stalk me, which I'm okay with! My parents are hella cool and since they raised me they know my quirks. I'll talk to them on the phone and they'll ask about something I said on Twitter, but they hardly EVER mention any of the stranger, less mainstream things I post.

I mean, I already hardly update my Facebook anymore. I'll get grandma and grandpa asking confused questions (or telling me to watch my language! I'm 23! it's my Facebook!) about some inside joke or reference to a meme. Or other family members thinking I'm drunk at 5pm on a Thursday because I posted some gibberish song lyrics (Thanks "Like a G6").

I don't want that to happen to my dear, sweet Twitter too.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Family Reunion - Sunday

I was hoping to sleep in on Sunday as well but instead got up around 8am for some godforsaken reason. I then loafed around most of the morning while my mother continuously stressed about how we would get me to the bus, which wasn't scheduled to leave for another 8 hours.  This continued throughout the day.

We met up with the rest of the family at Grandma and Grandpa's house and did some family photo BS that I don't think any of us really wanted to do, with a lot of shuffling around because a lot of us are around the same height.

All the cousins (minus Sarah) with grandma and grandpa

The whole famdamnly (Minus Sarah and Mario).

Then it was figuring out who was going where to do what. Most of the guys chose to go to the Indians game, which my mom feared would be too long and we wouldn't make it to the bus in time. That was fine by me, I didn't really want to go. Instead we went shopping and got pedicures. I also learned that apparently Auntie Anne's now sells sweet tea; this makes my random cinnamon sugar pretzel purchases even more delightful.

We eventually got on the Rapid and went downtown so that I wouldn't miss my bus.

And of course we got downtown two hours earlier than the bus was even scheduled to leave.

So mom, grandma, Angela and I wandered around Tower City for two hours before standing in the hot-ass sun waiting for my bus. 

Which was late.

We said our goodbyes and hugged and after a day of my mother stressing, which was then stressing me, I was ready for a 7 hour bus ride by myself.

I got two seats to myself, except the one by the window was stuck in a constant reclining state. I felt like a total dick, and made sure to apologize to the girl who ended up sitting behind me. Still felt like a dick though.

Spent most of the trip staring out the window, listening to music. The wifi wasn't working on the bus again so I wasn't sure what to do with my netbook. Eventually got home around 11:30 and went to bed.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Family Reunion - Saturday

I woke up Saturday morning around 9am.

Actually, that's a lie.

I woke up at 5am and then every hour until 9am because the fridge in our room was making some ridiculously obnoxious noise that sounded like the mix between being hit with a hammer and a coffee maker percolating.

At 9am I eventually gave up on trying to sleep in and got up.

The next few hours were spent showering and getting all pretty and then waiting on my aunt Angela and mom to do the same. Then we joined Uncle Jim, Aunt Julie and my cousin Joey and went downtown to The West Side Market. I LOVED it there, I wish there was a market that awesome in Chicago. I was drooling at all the fruit and pastries, especially since I had yet to eat that day.

Eventually we met up with a butt-ton of other family members (I think there were 13 of us in total) and we went to the Great Lakes Brewing Company for lunch.

My mom's whole family loves beer (and none of us like hoppy beers/IPAs). My mom and her siblings once bought my grandpa a brew your own beer kit and I remember him having special occasion beers for every wedding and reunion. He stopped doing it now but I hope if I ever get married that I'll get my own wedding brew.  My mom has always made a point to try a new beer whenever she can, which is what encouraged me to do my beer list.

So my mom and I, of course, decided to get their sampler of all the beers they had on tap and share it.

All the beers we got to try. The EdmundFitzgeraldPorter was definitely my fav (I love dark beers), followed by the Market Street Wheat and Wright Pils.

 So good.

What my mother and I decided to do after drinking them all.

After lunch we went back to the market, got some food (mmm cherries), and went back to the hotel where we then proceeded to nap for a while.

After our nap we went downstairs by the pool where the whole family was getting ready to grill for dinner. The next few hours consisted of my Uncle Tim repeatedly asking me if I needed another beer.  Mostly just had Blue Moon (IN A CAN WHAT?!) and Angela had brought some growlers of Sun King Sunlight Cream Ale, which was pretty damned good.

When it got late enough (so that Sarah would be awake over in Japan) we Skyped her on Jim's iPad and passed it around so the whole family could say hi! It made it a little better, but I still missed my favorite cousin being there.

As more people started going to bed, the only other cousin who is 21+ talked my two youngest uncles, Dan and Tim, into playing beer pong. Eventually more family members got involved and I got chosen to be the designated drinker (I don't really play beer pong, I'm terrible at it) for one of my cousins who is still in high school.

Family bonding memories that will last a lifetime...unless you drink too much.

We also tried out our Guinness Ice Cream Float recipe that we had seen online, which consisted of Guinness and vanilla ice cream. It was pretty incredible. The liquid part just tasted like Guinness and the ice cream tasted like heaven in my mouth. Seriously. If you like Guinness and you like ice cream then get on this shit.

Pretty sure I had a mouthgasm from the ice cream part of the float.

My Aunt Stacie and I also went on a beer run for the group (she was my designated driver!) and we got hit on while standing in line. I'm a pretty socially awkward person so I really don't care for getting hit on, but Stacie was thrilled since she's married with two kids. Hahah. 

After that we stayed up a while longer and talked and drank before we all headed to bed.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Family Reunion - Friday night

This past weekend I took a 7 hour journey on the Megabus to Cleveland to spend the weekend with my mom's side of the family. My mom and her 6 siblings had planned a somewhat surprise family reunion of all the kids and grandkids for their parents. I think they ended up finding out about it though.

I have a pretty big family, on both sides, which is slightly unfortunate because if I ever decide that I do want to get married it is completely impossible for me to have a small wedding. The reunion consisted of my grandparents, me, my mom, 6 aunts, 5 uncles and 10 cousins. We were only missing two members: my cousin Sarah and her husband who are currently living in Japan, but luckily we got to Skype with them.  The cousins ranged in age from 23 (would've been 27 if Sarah had been there) to 4...I think.

I remember most gatherings of my mom's family (weddings and reunions mostly) from when I was a kid as being a hella fun time and all the aunts and uncles just being really happy and outgoing. Especially the uncles. We have some fucking hilarious men in this family.

I realized later into my teen years that most of those times they were slightly intoxicated. I remember stories of bachelor parties and how after one wedding my uncle was up all night holding back his wife's hair as she vomited. Of course, these guys were all in their 20s and 30s without kids back then.

As this was going to be my first gathering with my family since I've been 21 you can imagine how I was pretty excited to drink with my family.

I didn't get in till midnight the first night, but the three main troublemakers, Uncles Pete, Dan and Tim, were still up waiting for me, along with my cousin Drew (Pete's son). They were all drinking and playing Euchre, which to this day is a game I have never learned to play despite both sides of my family being huge into it.

Unfortunately they drank all but two beers; a shitty, cheap beer and an IPA. Gross. BUT! There was still a little bit of Skinnygirl Margarita, which they encouraged me to drink straight out of the bottle.

My mother took this picture.

We all stayed up till about 1am talking and drinking. I learned that my one uncle never says "shit" but will say every other word in the book. He and I also high fived after both arguing to the group that "cunt" is a great word because sometimes "bitch" just isn't strong enough.

After all the booze was depleted the men realized they should go back to their kids and wives. Mom and I went up the room that she was sharing with Aunt Angela for bed. 

I got to sleep on the pullout couch!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

BEDA - Blog Everyday in August


I didn't really mean to do the BEDA thing this month. I mean, I had thought about it, but then I kind of forgot and then didn't care.

Then last night I ended up updating twice without even realizing it was August 1st.

And now I guess I don't have any excuse to not try.

August hopefully won't be boring. I'm for sure going to Chicago Comic Con on the 13th, so that should provide some blogging material.

I was supposed to go to Lollapalooza this weekend but due to me being a socially awkward penguin (my options were go alone or go with my ex) I decided to sell my 3-day pass to my ex's brother, for a profit of course.

That's alright with me though, I wasn't all that excited. I only wanted to see Muse and Cee Lo Green and A Perfect Circle and maybe Deadmau5, and being alone I would feel super awkward. And it's no fun getting tipsy in the heat alone, or going home alone. Lolla is definitely an experience to share with friends.

I kind of feel like writing more but I suppose I should bottle it all up and save it so I don't run out of things to update through the month!

Monday, August 1, 2011

For anyone wondering

Where other parts to "My Trip to Los Angeles" went (which, honestly, is probably no one):

They're not coming.

Because people are shitty.


Because I'm a nice person.

Remember that.