Of course, we were late getting home because Ohio just had to have traffic when R was trying to get home. I had a bit of a stress-out because C had said his original plans on leaving had him packing out at six, but he'd stick around another hour for us. Fortunately he said he'd be perfectly willing to wait around for us. Rock on. R was concerned because I'd never met the folks I was getting a ride from, but I found out when I showed up that C was originally going to get a ride from alendark, so it's all good.

They had my character in the computers still (YAY!) and so I fiddled a bit with it on the advice of a couple few folks. I still have no idea what her actual real name is, but I gave her the temporary name of 'Silence' just so they'd have something to look up in the DB. XD

Game was pretty awesome. I feel occasionally like there's plots I don't want to get close to, because I'm nervous about basically having sixty health swinging fives, when the mobs I'm fighting have gods-know-how-much health and swinging ten plus. I did eventually find a few mobs that didn't hit TOO hard and decided that I'd try sticking to those, with a little hit and run tactics thrown in for them and the bigger guys. It made for A LOT OF RUNNING.

She actually talked a couple times, mostly when folks weren't around. Some kobold started yelling at her that she was a spy, and he'd been asking (rather loudly) earlier why she wouldn't talk, and he got so loud and insistent that when he started walking toward her she actually said 'I'm sorry!' I swear, half the people around missed it. It was great.

Daytime Saturday had me and some folk mobbing for a plot that a few folks were running in exchange for them mobbing for US while we were on an air-shard plot (yay plot). I was actually requested for it, which was truly hilarious when they asked stuff in character and wanted, like, verbal responses.

'Okay, just ask her if she'll champion for you...'

'...'

'... Okay, she's asking you.'

Great little scene right there, you could tell the three of us were kinda trying not to laugh.

Saturday night had massive plot that I'm not afraid to admit I avoided, when I saw they were swinging like ... fifteen plus and were taking A LOT OF HITS from the big guns. That and the voice radius calls that had me dropping to negative health just by being near them. No thanks, I'll pass ^.^

The death-mage that's around town really really really reminds her of the necromancer that enslaved her, especially when he started fucking with the girldrake Kizz and fearing her and whatnot. She grew a bit of a pair and the next time he stepped near, she stood in front of Kizz and just put her hand on the hilt of her sword. I don't remember what he said to her, but it really really made her want to start screaming vitriol at him. Later on he started shenanigans with someone else, who grabbed him by the shirt (those two must know each other from the way they were acting it out), dragged him to the edge of the porch railing, disarmed him (and not only made the call but ACTUALLY disarmed him which was very cool), paralyzed him, and started chewing him out. She stood back and watched, and when the other guy ran off she walks up to the death mage and goes '... ha ha.' and walks inside the inn.

Sunday morning found me in massive amounts of 'Oh shit those muscles still exist?' and smallish blood blisters on my feet, so I didn't partake in the giant shitstorm that came last-minute and let the others deal with it while I watched. Yeah, by those calls, I didn't want to get anywhere near that plot.

By the time I got home, ate dinner, and took a shower, I discovered that perhaps part of my growing achypainowfuck was from the fact that my ankles and feet were rather swollen. R thinks it's because I was wearing my sandals for most of the day Saturday (at least until the hard wave) and didn't have the right ankle support. He's right, of course, so it looks like I need to get insoles for my boots until I can either get them fixed up properly or replace them. For doing serious larping it may not be a bad idea to just replace them.

I've had some ibuprofen, and watched the whole of Iron Man with my feet up afore I got back on the computer to write this, but they're still kinda bad off. This doesn't really make me happy, but I suppose that's what I get for torturing myself for forty-eight hours straight by running around fighting undead that weren't harmed by life magic (stupid festival of the dead) and other less savory things.

I did decide I definitely want to get back into doing this regularly again. I have a few things I can bring to donate next time (spell packets, mostly, as those aren't too expensive to make and they get lost A LOT) and C said he'd be willing to leapfrog me to the site and back from Jackson, and have R get me that far. Having seen and heard at least three folk with personal plots, I would love to get myself into some as well even if it's just minor stuff at first.

AND one of the guys there wants to commission a scarf from me for the winter :D He's perfectly willing to pay for it, so I'm going to get details on what all he wants exactly so I can figure out different prices for stuff. A few folk noticed that I made a lot of my gear, so hopefully I can get the word out, so to speak ^.^

I discovered I need and want to bring to the next few games, moneys permitting:

New boots, so that I don't get totally screwed when I'm done.

Five or ten feet of yellow cord, for when I finally learn to make an air circle for waves.

Water or some kinda drinks, because the water there SUCKS and I'd have drunk more if I had some on hand.

A new skirt that I can actually run and fight in.

Bug spray, you idiot. It never hurts to have it.

More blankets because they run year-round and it's going to get mighty cold.

Another pillow so that I don't have to fold mine up.

Ribbons and feathers for my hair. Nobody's teaching her how to be a real person, so she's going to pick up random habits from people.

I got home, and the only reception I got was a random group invite in WoW from one of my friends. Didn't even say hello, just sent a random group invite. What did she want? For me to look at her stupid broom she found on an alt. Whoopty-doo, you have a one-use item. Grats. And she couldn't just -tell- me she found them, she wanted me to come -look- at it so I could go 'Neat' and run off to the mailbox to get my stuff.

I didn't get any hellos. Nobody asked me how the game went, or even where I was all weekend if I hadn't told them I was larping. Just 'Come here and look at my stupid broom.'

Hi. Nice to see you again. How'd your weekend go? Did I miss anything fun? Didja raid or get neat stuff? Is Narc still an asshat?

(Well, okay, that last question is so redundant it doesn't need an answer.)

Granted, there are a few folk who just haven't been online since I got back (either in WoW or on IMey things, so they're forgiven) but for fuck's sake, is it so hard to ask how my weekend went before diving into pointless frivolity?

Before you feel obligated to ask, don't. I'll post it on LJ eventually; right now I need to go sit on the couch and put my feet up.

(Remember folks, comments off means shut the hell up!)

*emos all over the floor*

R should be driving up right now so I can go to Sharded, but of course he's stuck in traffic today, so he's almost an hour behind and the guy I was getting a ride from in Jackson was expecting me at seven. He's already waiting an extra hour for me, and I feel shitty that he'll have to wait longer.

I hate it when the real world interferes with my perfect little fantasy reality where things happen on time and shit doesn't suck.

I suppose I should feel proud of myself. I managed to make it five whole minutes into the presidential debate before I felt like I wanted to hork up everything I ate today.

Test confirmed.

I can no longer drink caffeinated soda without going batshit. Had less than half a 32-oz Dr Pepper earlier this week and went absolutely batshit hyper crazy and stayed up all night. Today, I drank basically two 32-oz Sprites and I was perfectly fine.

*sigh* And I liked Mountain Dew. :(

Next month is Socktober (or what you slubs call 'October'). This is mad sock-knitting month. My plan is at least three pairs of socks that month, if not MORE, using some of the stash I have. If I'm really diligent I'll crank out a pair a week. :D I have AT LEAST 24 batches of sock yarn (holy shit, I just counted it) so I'll have plenty of stuff to choose from. I'll try and pick something I've been wanting to knit for a while for me, something for someone else (likely out of older yarn again) and then one that's just purely for me.

After that comes Nanowrimo (or what you illiterates call 'November'). I have a new story idea for this year, that may or may not be entirely original, and I'm gonna roll with it as best I can! I know the 'elves in the modern world' thing has been done, but y'know what ... I like my idea. Plus I cooked it up while I was hiking around Yellowstone Park, so a lot of the mental imagery in my mind is based off of that.

What falls next is lovingly called Holidaymas (or for the curmudgeonly, December). The time of giving gifts, stressing about the holidays, and the highest suicide rate of the entire year. Almost every single major religion (and a few made-up ones) have their big once-a-year festival that usually involves some kind of gift-giving, gorging on food, lots of cookies, talking to family you haven't seen enough of this year (and oh boy will they remind you of that fact), and various other mysterious traditions whose original meanings have likely become lost over time.

The month after that is January. It doesn't get a special name or neat text formatting. Why? Because you just spent the last three months blowing all your gorram money on gifts, food, travel, shopping, more gifts, and between all that time slacking off at work while you knit and write a book, you are dead ass broke and couldn't buy a thing if you tried. You slack off, finally clean the house after all the family leaves (thank whatever god you may or may not believe in), and hope to hell you can afford to keep paying the heating bill before spring comes 'round.

*wheeze*

Y'know, I can legitimately say I am allergic to laundry.

*gasp*

Seriously. With all the airborne crap and dust that gets kicked up while I'm grabbing the laundry to bring downstairs, and shaking it out before putting it in the washer, I end up getting pretty gorram wheezy by the time I'm done.

*WHEEEEEEEZE*

Now. Where'd I put my inhaler...


(Also: Yes, I've been up this entire time. I forgot that I don't 'do' soda anymore, and slurped down a 32-oz Dr Pepper. Stupid kitty.)

I need sales for these things:

Ragu pasta sauce (by October 26)
Sunrise toilet paper (by October 15)
Cascadian Farm frozen veg (by October 4 if you can, or November 15)
Tom's of Maine deodorant at CVS (by the end of September)
Ball or Kerr canning jars (by the end of September, but I don't REALLY need them.)

Also, if you could make sure eight boxes of Kashi granola cereal are at Target tomorrow where R will be after work, that would be awesome. If not, he'll have to get a raincheck and that won't be as neat because we won't get the giftcards. :(

I am drunk.

I have molasses cookies.

My husband is upstairs.

Excuse me, I need to go molest him.

I can't truly call them the Knitting Olympics, because I have a crocheted project in the mix. Here's my plan, and here's hoping I manage to finish all of it.

Baby socks for Keelyn's baby, using the 48-st 9spi gauge pattern in KHBoP

Finish the Schoolmarm Vest from IWC Winter 07

Finish my Pomatomus Socks from Knitty, even with the gorram knot in my Noro Kureyon (FUCK)

Any additional projects will be added later if I manage to finish these. Woohoo!