Wednesday, September 8, 2004
I've re-posted some of my ebay items which didn't sell.
http://cgi6.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewSellersOtherItems&userid=aa_chan&include=0&since=-1&sort=3&rows=50
Some of the stuff I did sell last week, I still haven't received payments for. Even though the people who bought them from me claimed they did send them. I live in a neighborhood that's just grungy enough that I feel it COULD be possible that people are stealing checks from our mailbox, so naturally my paranoid mind turns to thoughts of a vast conspiracy out there. A conspiracy whose sole purpose is to divest me of what little wealth I have left in this world. (Of course the REAL reason my finances have been taking such a beating lately probably owes more to the exhorbitant cost of art supplies and less on secret neighborhood cabals scheming to rob me blind. But nevertheless, I still think I'll arrange to pick up my mail at the post office. I'm there practically every day anyway, so it's no big inconvenience.)
AnimeIowa is in less than 10 days. I just finished my Sakura from Naruto costume (although I'm not happy with the wig. Would have liked to have been able to afford something better than "something I found in a costume bin at Saver's" quality, but beggars cannot be choosers.) I've got my BT from :hack done for the mopst part, and I still have my Sun Shang Xiang costume although it needs a little revision. (Well, a LOT of revision, actually.)
Somewhere in this house, someone is listening to some really stupid music. It sounds sort of like a cross between a porno soundstrack and something you'd hear during an especially strange interlude on the Teletubbies. It's quite annoying, actually, but I can't say anything because they're my parents and I'm living in their house and... well... it's not my place to say anything... *Sigh*... I'd never thought I'd say this but, I'm really starting to miss apartment living. Sure, my neighbors may have all been screaming meth-heads but at least they had the good taste to NOT listen to Whoopie John Wilfahrt while stomping on cans in the basement. (Would you PLEASE stop doing that, Dad? Please?)
Monday, August 30, 2004
I managed to make it to our state's Renaissance Festival this weekend. I was supposed to attend with a group of friends, but unfortunately, we all showed up late to our appointed meeting place at the front gate. I walked in and circumnavigated the fest several times, but I couldn't find anyone I recognized. Bummer, because not only I had missed my friends, --I was all gussied up in my best Faireweare and had noone to take my picture. (I didn't bother to bring my own shit-camera, thinking my friends would cover me, photo-wise.) On top of everything else, I forgot my parasol AND sunscreen. Consequently, I have a very humourous tan pattern on my chest consisting of a very low, square, 16th century neckline and, framed within it, a series of pale circular shapes where my fancy jewelled necklace sat. Quite a conversation-starter, it is... Anyway, I didn't buy much at the Faire, aside from a nicely carved swordblank which I hope to turn into a cosplay prop at some point.
Speaking of cosplay, I have some new items to post in the near future. I'm a bit disappointed in the last round of auctions I had, seeing as how I had a couple of non-paying bidders mixed in with them and all. Don't know why people would bother to register an account, bid on an item and then not send the money. (How much time did they spend registering and filling in their information? Was it worth the money they saved by not sending in money for a 5 dollar item they bid on and decided not to pay for? What gets into some folks, I wonder?) Anyway, I wanted to close tonight by saying that if you've been trying to e-mail me and your mail gets bounced back, try e-mailing me from a different address. I don't know what my e-mail software is trying to pull these days, but apparently some people who want to communicate with me are being prevented from doing so by mysterious cosmic forces which my tiny, technologically-impaired brain cannot begin to comprehend, and probably never will.
Ow. Damn... How the hell am I supposed to wear a t-shirt with a 16th century sunburn? It hurts like a sum-biatch, man...
Friday, August 20, 2004
I paid off my Car insurance today, and I had a little money left over to develop my Animazement 2004 photos. I had originally planned on writing an indepth, witty, play-by-play account of my adventures that weekend, but I find I have too little energy for that sort of thing these days, hence you'll have to settle for this crappy online photo gallery which I posted on my Cosplay.com webspace.
Things are tough around here. Mom and Dad had been planning to take a two-week vacation to Yellowstone, but 1 day out, Mom realizes she's forgotten her insulin (how the HELL do you forget a thing like that?) and they have to head right back. Now they're broke, pissed and frustrated (well.... more so than usual, and I'm numero uno on their Bitch-At List, seeing as how I'm a source of a considerable chunk of that frustration.) Anyway, I'm trying to stay under their radar but, in a house this size, it ain't easy.
I haven't got much new to report this week. Still tired. Still pissed off at all the construction going on around here. (It's bad enough I have to live in this neighborhood, now I can't leave it.) I can't take this. I'm going back to bed....
