So I am back from ComiCon. Kinda neat, kinda not. I got a few comics I wanted, including Second stage tubine blade, and Good Apollo. I saw the SG booth and Candy and Posh were there, I was a pussy and too shy to say hello though. I also got some cool sketchbooks from some cool artists, thats was about all the good stuff.
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Oh yeah, when we first got there the line to get in was about a quater mile long(maybe an exageration, but in that heat thats the way it looked) so we walked into the vendor area and asked a security guard the fastest way to get in because it was hot outside. He said "right this way" and open the door to the main room and told us to have a good time, thats was pretty cool too actually.
Turns out I picked the wrong person to go with. There are alot of people I cant spend more than a few hours with because i am a moody/picky bitch. I picked him up at 11:00pm on friday, and dropped him off at the same time last night. I dont know why we planned it like that, I knew I couldnt be around him that long. He is the type of person that NEVER stops talking, silence is unheard of around him. If he wasnt talking he was banging his knees to the beat of whatever cd I had on. It wasnt just talking either, it was talking about how much of a bitch his girlfriend is(i know her myself and dont a gree so that kind of bugged me. And on the way back all he could do was complain about Seth Green not being easier to find(thats the only reason he went.. to get his Robot Chicken DVD signed..) I eventually brought it up to him, even though I am a non-confrontational person...he was driving me fucking crazy. I told him everything he was doing that bugged........and he started crying. He told me how much he looked up to me and it destroyed him that I was annoyed by him. What the fuck, seriously. It was really fucked up because I still had to sit in my car with him for 2 hours after that. I wasnt trying to insult him, and said what I said very nicely, but maybe my voice just isnt a nice sounding thing sometimes.
The worst part of the trip was that on the way down, about halfway there, I was cut off, and ultmatley rear-eanded a BMW X5, weak sauce. It isnt all that bad because he just got a scratch and told me not to worry about it, but my grill is got, my hood is buckled, my driverside headlight assembly is pushed into my engine compartment. So now I have the most ghetto ass looking car in the history of me driving. I have a fucking hanger holding my hood closed for fucks sake. So much for selling it when I move to oregon.
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Oh yeah, when we first got there the line to get in was about a quater mile long(maybe an exageration, but in that heat thats the way it looked) so we walked into the vendor area and asked a security guard the fastest way to get in because it was hot outside. He said "right this way" and open the door to the main room and told us to have a good time, thats was pretty cool too actually.
Turns out I picked the wrong person to go with. There are alot of people I cant spend more than a few hours with because i am a moody/picky bitch. I picked him up at 11:00pm on friday, and dropped him off at the same time last night. I dont know why we planned it like that, I knew I couldnt be around him that long. He is the type of person that NEVER stops talking, silence is unheard of around him. If he wasnt talking he was banging his knees to the beat of whatever cd I had on. It wasnt just talking either, it was talking about how much of a bitch his girlfriend is(i know her myself and dont a gree so that kind of bugged me. And on the way back all he could do was complain about Seth Green not being easier to find(thats the only reason he went.. to get his Robot Chicken DVD signed..) I eventually brought it up to him, even though I am a non-confrontational person...he was driving me fucking crazy. I told him everything he was doing that bugged........and he started crying. He told me how much he looked up to me and it destroyed him that I was annoyed by him. What the fuck, seriously. It was really fucked up because I still had to sit in my car with him for 2 hours after that. I wasnt trying to insult him, and said what I said very nicely, but maybe my voice just isnt a nice sounding thing sometimes.
The worst part of the trip was that on the way down, about halfway there, I was cut off, and ultmatley rear-eanded a BMW X5, weak sauce. It isnt all that bad because he just got a scratch and told me not to worry about it, but my grill is got, my hood is buckled, my driverside headlight assembly is pushed into my engine compartment. So now I have the most ghetto ass looking car in the history of me driving. I have a fucking hanger holding my hood closed for fucks sake. So much for selling it when I move to oregon.