(Well that was…a con. I just got home to ct from maryland somewhat carsick, already feeling post con depression, but a lot of that con was either drama or me being really lonely. Weird, considering that I had shoots and stuff and whenever someone tried to contact me I was a bit tied up, but there were a lot of people I didn’t get to see.I added up that I spent about 12 hours with my best friends via car ride. Last night I was in a bitter mood and had to deal with a rather precarious situation in which I was labeled a bitch and “rude” for telling a dude to step off a blackout drunk girl. It would’ve been nice to be ablr to spend consistent time with my friends :/ also the rave sucked.
But yaya han talked to me in an elevator so.
The artists alley was AMAZING. So much original and fantasy art! I didn’t even get more than one anime print.I splurged on a sale and got gorgeous gorgeous stuff. Anyways, post con depression wooohoo
WORST PART OF THE CON BESIDES NO SAILOR URANUS’ FOR ME, ALTHOUGH ONE DID DIP ME AND BEING DIPPED KIND OF MAKES ME GO “OHDEAROHDEAROHDEAR~” and I make small noises BUT I LEGIT COMBED THE WHOLE CON AND GRABBED MY FRIEND TO LOOK FOR THAT ZORIN AND COULDN’T FIND HER. I WANTED HER TO STEP ON ME.)