animeangelchick

So I'm sick of this account's name and... and...

Yeah.

I wanted a new account to post art that I actually try on, so yeah.



(Buuuuuut, I'll still be on here. So it's not really moving.)


Ciao for now,

-Kate

So basically, I'm going to be in an amazing play called The Rivers and Ravines that you should totally go see if you happen to be in the Spring/Cypress area. But mostly I'm going to be writing this about Oni.

Honesty, OniCon remains my favorite con out of the ones I went to. AM was pretty legit (met some amazing people at AM, or through people I met there) and SanJapan was really fun too, but I have a special place in my heart for OniCon. Maybe because it was my first con, I don't know. But it was amazing when I went in 2010 and it was amazing yesterday, too.

First of all, I was the North Italy in the Ask-A-Nation Panel (the best hour of your life will be spent if you start at www.youtube.com/watch?v=hF70FE… , but if you want to just watch my part then you can go here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CHR9X… and skip to 2:20). I had a LOT of fun in that panel. I really enjoyed answering people's questions and it'd by nice if I could do it again sometime. Only, I probably won't do it again, but that's okay I suppose.

I bought lots of things, and now have no money! (In fact, I have less than that. I have negative money, because I owe my friend $5.) That's a con, am I right? Like I said, I had a lot of fun.

As for future cosplays, I'm really not sure what I'm going to. I'd love to do something Dr. Horrible related, or maybe Bioshock. That'd be nice. I always end up as Feli at a con though, one way or another. I'm....undecided.

Well, 'till next time...

Normally whenever I go through one of those phases and I feel like nobody is talking to me or being my friend, I find a certain kind of solace in writing. Maybe it's nothing good, maybe it sucks ass, maybe it's whatever, but I don't care. If I feel forever alone, I start writing.

Only, now I apparently have no muse. To clarify:

I have a writing assignment for English that, though amazingly fun to write at the time, is now terrible and bad (and WAY too long, but that's another story entirely).

I have a fanfiction that people keep reviewing and every time they do, it makes me want to update it.

I have roleplays oh wait, no I don't, nobody wants to roleplay with me and the people who do have quit; I'm not the kind of person to text you at 8:00 at night like, "YO GIRL CAN I HAVE YO RP RESPONSE? CAN I HAVE IT?" That's annoying and so am I.

I tried to sign up for an RP but they were like, "HAHA NOPE YOU CAN'T BE THIS CHARACTER, YOU SHOULD NEVER CONTACT US AGAIN" (true story, inconsequential but a devastating blow to the ego nonetheless.)

And so on.

Hell, the closest thing I've had to a muse all week was this whinefest, which isn't exactly good writing. The funny/sad thing is that whenever people ARE talking to me, and I AM having people over, I have lots of writing that bounces around in my head. And usually even when that isn't the case and I am alone, I manage to get lots of lovely writing done and then I don't feel like such a waste of oxygen. But as it stands, I don't have a muse, and I certainly don't have a social life, so it all kind of sucks.

I mean, the play rehearsals are amazing (GO SEE THE PLAY, BTW--details later) and they certainly distract me from 3:00 to 5:30, but then I come home and I feel so lonely. I guess I understand why people aren't banging my door down zombie-mob style to get to me (like I said, theater is Mon-Sat., and lots of people have other stuff going on too) but I guess it just seems like other people text their friends, or get on IM, or whatever. I text my friends (God, I hate texting first, but see, if I don't text first then I just won't get anything) and I get on IM (psh, like it matters) but it's almost like everyone is involved and thriving and breathing and I am not. I am breathing, but lately that doesn't seem very special. Not to imply any sort of depression--I guess I just feel so alone that it's reached abysmally pathetic levels. Not, 'you're all pathetic for not talking to me', but, 'nobody is talking to me, therefore I am pathetic.'

Also, I still can't write anything creative or GOOD. That's really the worst part of it, I think.

Don't interpret this as 'Kate needs attention trololol', I don't, honest. Attention or writing muse, I'm not so greedy that I'd demand both. Well, now I'm sounding narcissistic, so until next time.

So I'm trying out for a panel and I would love some advice/feedback/etc. Want to help? Watch this video (it's under five minutes) and let me know what you think. You'd be doing me a huge favor and I love you. Grazie!~

www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vAZLx…

Monologues are murdering me. I find it kind of ironic (well, maybe not ironic, perhaps sad?) that I'm practicing ad nauseum, until my throat is raw, for a play that most likely I will not get a part in. Damn JV kids...they're going to get ALL THE ROLES. I just know it, and meanwhile I don't have too much experience because I haven't been in a play since 8th grade. So yeah.

Also, a lot of my friends are in JV, so if they get the part and I don't, I'll have to pretend to be happy for them. Er...not that I won't be happy for them, but I'll look like a dick if I let any of my existential despair out. So I'll have to use my inside voice when I'm openly weeping.

PLUS SIDE (totally unrelated to the above): BIRTHDAY SOON WOO.

Basically, every weekend in October is a no-no for my schedule, or the schedules of others. Except October 1st. So yeah, I'm having my birthday party about two weeks earlier than when it actually is. What is this mockery.  But yeah, that's basically how my birthday's gonna go down. Sleepover. Woo.

Also, I have to worry about mixing friends, which sucks because awesome + awesome doesn't always equal 'best day ever'. But it's my birthday dammit and even though bitching about someone else's birthday is bad and they should feel bad, somehow I don't think that alone will stop some people I could name from pitching a fit. In fact, I predict that someone will pitch a fit at my birthday party. Don't know who, but it will happen.

Anyway, school's been really fun so far, but holy cannoli am I stressed out. I guess I should stop typing this and get back to rehearsing if I even have a shot against the mighty, superior, godly JV kids.

*shakes fist*