What I Wore and Convention Madness

I'll start this off with the first chunk of the 30 day "What I Wore" challenge... meme... thing.  

Day 1 was me dressed for a presentation.  I was nervous as all Hell, even though it was with a group.  
I still can't tell if I screwed up or not.   
Also, I love vests.

Day 2 was me being grumpy because it was Halloween, but I had class from 6-9PM and couldn't do anything fun.  
We didn't even get trick or treaters.
That pink sweater is becoming my favorite Winter item though.  
It's too big and really soft and lovely.   

Day 3 was somewhat exhausting, but in a good way.  
My household is one of introverts, so we aren't great at crowds or entertaining friends for long periods of time, even when we'd really like to do so.  
This day was me entertaining a couple friends I hadn't seen in a long time, followed by going to a loud bar to meet two of my knight's old friends.  
So.  Yeah.
The outfit was dark jeans and a neat, oddly warm top with lots of sparkly things.  I had to push up the sleeves because they are only 3/4 length and it was driving me crazy. 

Day 4...  Why did I look so unhappy?  
I had my gore pants on...  Invader Zim shirt... Comfy hoodie...
I remember.  Headache.  Headache and utter fear of my then upcoming half hour solo presentation.    
This entire semester has been utterly insane. 

Day 5 involved a Batgirl shirt and plaid pants that were given to me when a friend hit puberty and couldn't fit in them anymore. Conveniently, I'm about the size of a child.
No shoes because screw it.   

Day 6 during the day was just jeans and a black tee, since I was going to be meeting with my advisor at some point.  She had a puppy in the room because he was training to be a therapy dog.  Also, my advisor is really nice and helpful, which is new for me.  
The hanging pants are my workout pants.  ...Actually, I reversed the color of them somehow.  (Shows how often I actually workout...)  
Hitting the gym as though I’m healthy!  Yay!

Day 7 was drawn really super tiny before it was scanned in.  I have no excuse for this fact. 
Trigun shirt and blue jeans. 

Day 8! Again, full of angst. 
Again, angsty because of the half hour presentation.
On the bright side, that sweater is comfy.   

Day 9 was presentation day.  I was terrified, but I did my best to pretend I wasn't.  The teacher had a lot of discussion points and I'm still not sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.  
Was she trying to correct me?  It was mostly clarification purposes... Was I not clear?  
Does she just respect me enough to want a discourse?  
Am I going to fail?  
Questions?   

Day 10 and the drawing looks nothing like the actual top.  
The top is silky and has red, grey, and pink flowers, but it's much less simplistic.  
It ties in the back and the grey part over the cleavage is a separate under shirt, needed for obvious reasons.
The choker necklace has the sign for Scorpio. 
My clutch there is awesome because it not only has my cards, cash, whatever, but it also fits my epi-pen and chapstick. 
...The epi-pen is a little more important than the chapstick.      

Day 11 was a day I did not leave the house.  At all.  
Wore my “Cry baby” shirt and drank tea from one of my tiki mugs.
My chair (from my knight's sister) is actually much more awesome than what I drew. 

Aaaand day 12, which was today.  
Again, I'll be doing this for 30 days, but I figured I'd stop and do a post here because today was a convention and I wanted to mention that I went.  
The comic I worked on wasn't quite ready to show yet, but it'll be at the next one!  
Here, I'm dressed as Cassie Hack from Hack/Slash.  

My knight was dressed as Vlad, so he bought a plain mask, I built Vlad's mask on top of it...

and then my knight painted it. 

That's my lap.  

We didn't stay long at at this convention just because the three of us (the other one was Deadpool, by the way) were all kind of peopled out by the time we got there.  

Still, we saw some friends, looked at a lot of stuff, and managed not to buy anything. 
I also learned that in or out of costume I'm terrible at recognizing anyone I know.  

I can tell what character he or she may be dressed as, but I won't know where I know the person him or herself from, let alone his or her name.  
I'm memorable, as are the other two of this household, so this can be an issue. 

Last time we went to this convention was memorable due to 11 leftover House of the Dead credits someone had walked away from while playing.  

Knight and I took over. 

Turns out that my aim isn't bad, but I'll automatically shoot anything that moves.  
As I result I one shot...  

...two of the scientists. 

BUT I killed a lot of zombies too.  

Greater good and all that, right? 

Foil Rose Because I Can't Function

I am so stressed about tomorrow that I can't even explain... things. 

I am going to be presenting for half an hour about a subject I know very little about and I hate everything. 

So, I made a thing. 

 I bet I can do it better. 

It's supposed to be a rose.

...A rose of Dove wrappers.

One day, maybe even this weekend, I won't be so full of stress.

When that day comes, you'll get a real blog post again. 

Pumpkins in Warm Weather

Another super photo heavy post...
Remember this guy?

 See, we carved pumpkins: 

 My Knight's was like a bat from Adventure Time, which is adorable and wonderful.

 Mine was super happy!

 See?  So happy. 

 Thing is though, it's been really hot for Autumn.  

 So, while a Jack O' Lantern would normally last a while...

 This year...

 Not so much. 

 First it was just some dental problems... 

 But it quickly went down hill from there. 

 My Knight compared his to Michael Jackson.

 While mine...

 Oh.

 Oh dear lord.

Nope.  

Under the Wallpaper

A painting/sculpture... found object?  Thing? 

I made a thing.

Just a Fly on the Wall

At which point, I yelled "I made a mistake!" over and over until I washed my hand. 

The I U Don't

I recently fainted, as you can read about here: (Of Blood and Butterflies) 

It was scary and seemingly random. 

I tried to think of any other time I could have passed out like that, and I managed to remember one specific incident.

I didn't count this because it wasn't entirely random.  It could have been from a lot of things. 

The whole situation was kind of stupid. 

About four years ago, I was having some serious issues with heavy bleeding forever until signs of anemia. 

Different pills did nothing.  I had already been on the patch for twelve years and it had been amazing for alleviating the intense cramps I had been having. 

They even kept me out of school sometimes as a kid, which is why I was put on the patch so young.


So, it was a little heart breaking when I started having those other, new problems, and needed to try something new. 

Even more upsetting was that a bazillion different pills did nothing. 

My options were then surgery or getting an IUD.  


Clearly, one option seemed a little nicer than the other.

Since the worst case scenarios involving the IUD were pretty much an infection that would happen really early on, if at all, and then it would need to be removed, and/or being unable to get pregnant even after it is removed.  

Because I had already made the choice to adopt if I ever have children at all, this was not a huge downside for me. 

*Cue an uproar of a lot of horrible things people automatically say to me when they hear that, as though my decision to not have children somehow directly affects whether or not THEY can have kids.  …* 

You know what?  My body, my family history, my over populated planet, my choice.

I just want to state here, I'm totally all for other people having babies.  It is a beautiful thing.  It really is. 

For you. 

Not my thing. 

Also, after FOUR YEARS of having the IUD, NOW I'm getting random people saying, "Oh my god!!  Didn't you know there are RISKS??  OH MY GOD YOU COULD BE DEAD RIGHT NOW." 

Right. 

You know, I got this same speech from people seeing lawsuits concerning the very things my doctor had warned me about when I was on the patch too, and again, YEARS after it would have affected me. 
 

Chill the Hell out. 

*ahem*

In any case, there was a little issue because since I hadn't had a child before and since I wasn't married, even though the other option was an invasive surgery, it was going to be a big pain in the ass to convince the gynecologist's office to give me an IUD. 

…

Even though she was the one to suggest it.

The way around it?  Simple!  Have my now ex-boyfriend come in, say we're engaged, and basically give the O.K. for me to have it.

Right.

In this day and age, MY doctor needed a MAN'S permission to do something to MY body to possibly prevent MY BODY getting pregnant. 

WHAT??

The main thing here is that I needed it to not die of something else, so this shouldn't have even been a question. 

For the record, this thankfully didn't end in a lawsuit, but for fuck's sake, it could have.

Also for the record, my current gynecologist from this same office is amazing and very kind and intelligent. 

A lot of the nurse practitioners are too.  I just had some bad luck for a bit.

In any case, once it was all decided that I was going to have this, no one mentioned the real reason why they are iffy about a woman who hasn't given birth having an IUD placed.

The reason I was given was that it could make me infertile and I'd never have the beautiful experience of having a screaming, shit covered animal rip from my loins. 

And really?  I don't hate children.  I don't know what to do with infants… but I like kids a lot once they hit like three years old. 

Until then, I don't know what to do when I'm near an infant.
 

I don't find them cute.

They scare me, actually.

Anyway, the REAL reason it's iffy is because if you haven't had a baby, getting an IUD implanted can be excruciating. 

That would have been nice to know.

I even had an anti anxiety prescribed to relax me for the procedure, but no pain pill was ever offered. 

Fun fact, the anti anxiety did nothing.


I blamed it for fainting later though. 

See, I was still super tense during the procedure. 

I tried to meditate through it, but the nurse practitioner's assistant kept thinking I was passing out (Hahahaha) and kept SCREAMING AT ME to make sure I was awake.

So, you know, that sucked.

After the fact, I got dressed, left the room, and the last thing I saw was a different nurse practitioner who is often really mean, looking at me with the most concerned face I've ever seen. 

Then everything went black. 

I blamed the anti-anxiety finally kicking in, and the stress, and a general drop in blood pressure.  This could all still be accurate. 

I remember Dad's car, and the couch at my parent's place. 

Then I remember the car again, and demanding to be taken the hour and a half back to school.

Here's the fun part.

My body didn't really know what to do with it. 

Contractions happened.

Sort of ironically, this made me really not want to ever have biological children even more than I already did not want to go through that process. 

At school, I was just in time for team trivia.  By the way, I remember this and ask myself, "Where was my boyfriend?" 

There are many reasons that relationship did not work out.  

Anyway, I answered a lot of questions, and I answered them correctly, but they came out kind of… 

We managed to actually win too. 

So, okay.  I've fainted before. 

Hmm.



Guess I'll keep that in mind?