My trip to San Diego's comic- Con. An Adventure of Hell and Heat.
(Note: Every bit of this is true, and is not made up in any way or a lie. I swear it upon my morbid grave)
Chapter one: Getting ready.
BEEP BEEP BEEP. The alarm clock annoyingly sprang into action at 8 am with its annoying shrill of impatience. I woke up muttering angrily. My head felt kind of dizzy like a lawn mower had ran over my head a few times, though I'm not sure it refers to the dizzy feeling I had, but close enough. I sat up and thought for a second what would urge me to wake up so early on a Sunday. Since I wasn't really a church person (since when I was little my church had been burnt down and I never went again) I didn't go to church. Then my eyes sprang open at the realization of it all.
I had been planning for months for this, and waited patiently as the days dragged themselves by like a wounded animal. Finally the day had come. I had sent my money in and had gotten my pass into Comic Con International of San Diego. And if that wasn't neat enough besides the relaxing four hour to six hour drive, I was going to meet Jhonen Vasquez and Roman Dirge.
I had invited my friend Raven to come along with in advances and she had her pass to go as well. The day before comic-con we had traveled to the mall and she wasted a few camera pictures on me making stupid faces, but thank god it was only two pictures. After that I had returned home and ate dinner. Knowing I would be to anxious to sleep, I drank a TON of NightQuil and watched TV. I had fallen asleep about an hour later.
This brought me back to waking up again. Apparently I had overslept, but I had indeed set the alarm so I wasn't late for anything. I stomped over angrily to the annoying alarm clock and pounded my fist on the button and set it so it would never beep again- until my first day of high school, but that's another story. I had fallen asleep in the previous clothes from the other day and quickly changed into the clothes I had left out for myself before taking the NightQuil. It consisted of what I called the "dib outfit". A dark blue shirt and black pants, and instead of the regular black trench coat, I put on a blue one made of a thin jean fabric which was comfortable in any weather. Or so I thought it would be.
After that I had brushed my hair and prepared by packing my pamphlet for the entrance, a few comics that I was going to have Jhonen sign, a brush, and a few other things with my gir wallet packed in my pocket. I also brought Spookah. She's my spooky squeak toy, accept I renamed her and gave her eyelashes and called her a girl. If that wasn't weird enough I had painted her themed with blue and purple flames. I had packed everything up and called my friend Raven. She didn't pick up, but I would drop by anyway, ready or not. My brother showed up an hour later with his girlfriend and we were ready to go, the next stop was-Ravens House.
RREEEVIEEEWW! Spookah pleads for one *squeeeeakkkk*
(Note: Every bit of this is true, and is not made up in any way or a lie. I swear it upon my morbid grave)
Chapter one: Getting ready.
BEEP BEEP BEEP. The alarm clock annoyingly sprang into action at 8 am with its annoying shrill of impatience. I woke up muttering angrily. My head felt kind of dizzy like a lawn mower had ran over my head a few times, though I'm not sure it refers to the dizzy feeling I had, but close enough. I sat up and thought for a second what would urge me to wake up so early on a Sunday. Since I wasn't really a church person (since when I was little my church had been burnt down and I never went again) I didn't go to church. Then my eyes sprang open at the realization of it all.
I had been planning for months for this, and waited patiently as the days dragged themselves by like a wounded animal. Finally the day had come. I had sent my money in and had gotten my pass into Comic Con International of San Diego. And if that wasn't neat enough besides the relaxing four hour to six hour drive, I was going to meet Jhonen Vasquez and Roman Dirge.
I had invited my friend Raven to come along with in advances and she had her pass to go as well. The day before comic-con we had traveled to the mall and she wasted a few camera pictures on me making stupid faces, but thank god it was only two pictures. After that I had returned home and ate dinner. Knowing I would be to anxious to sleep, I drank a TON of NightQuil and watched TV. I had fallen asleep about an hour later.
This brought me back to waking up again. Apparently I had overslept, but I had indeed set the alarm so I wasn't late for anything. I stomped over angrily to the annoying alarm clock and pounded my fist on the button and set it so it would never beep again- until my first day of high school, but that's another story. I had fallen asleep in the previous clothes from the other day and quickly changed into the clothes I had left out for myself before taking the NightQuil. It consisted of what I called the "dib outfit". A dark blue shirt and black pants, and instead of the regular black trench coat, I put on a blue one made of a thin jean fabric which was comfortable in any weather. Or so I thought it would be.
After that I had brushed my hair and prepared by packing my pamphlet for the entrance, a few comics that I was going to have Jhonen sign, a brush, and a few other things with my gir wallet packed in my pocket. I also brought Spookah. She's my spooky squeak toy, accept I renamed her and gave her eyelashes and called her a girl. If that wasn't weird enough I had painted her themed with blue and purple flames. I had packed everything up and called my friend Raven. She didn't pick up, but I would drop by anyway, ready or not. My brother showed up an hour later with his girlfriend and we were ready to go, the next stop was-Ravens House.
RREEEVIEEEWW! Spookah pleads for one *squeeeeakkkk*