I'm back!

[beccaelizabeth]

Hi!
*waves*

I'm home!
369 emails, 73 LJ messages, and god knows how many pages of flist and message board to catch up on.

I may be some time.



I had fun. I met people. I made words. I gave shiny smiley stickers to a whole lot of people. I sat in a q for a couple of hours; said q clearly needed more smiles. Also given away were small packets of food and several glowstick bracelets. On the way home I needed one less bag than on the way there.


I did the travel parts all on my own and I didn't get lost and now I am home.
... the very sleepy anxious part of my brain seems to have not caught up to that fact yet, and is still concerned I'll Do Something Wrong and Get Lost.
But I didn't.

I also didn't stick my tongue out at the place where I got in a muddle last time, because fellow passengers and random platform people might not have understood. But I thought it real hard.

I did a lot of talking to ask for help, and minimal stuttering.

I got minimal help, but that's okay, I got home anyways.



My head is very full now and kind of spinning with the many things that went on.

There were people in costumes and people out of costumes and people mostly out of their clothes entirely, as is traditional at these events.
I mostly wasn't very costumey. I had a hat. Two hats, actually, but I decided the jedi chef hat was more useful as a bag.

I have had more ideas what I want to program into my LED message light thingy when I gets it a new battery. Messages would include "you smell of alcohol and therefore make me nauseous", "Just before the disco closes = Not Flattering" and "On the dancefloor there are girls in corsets and bikinis so unless you're Peter Wingfield you're pretty much out of luck". Also "can't hear you" and "don't take it personal, I'm just weird".
I should probably append that last to most of the others.

There was this guy who tried to talk to me. Hence the thinking of messages that might need conveying.

Who attempts chat up to "You give love a bad name"??? :eyeroll:
(all else aside, it's way too loud and everyone's singing)

I didn't say any of them things. Or anything, actually. I mostly only processed that he'd made words once he'd gone away again. And since it was dark all I know of what he looked like was the gleam off his glasses and his head.
Which isn't promising, really.

I need better social skills.
Or, you know, any.

Then I could maybe talk to the pretty people.



There were lots of good tattoos. I always come back from these things feeling underdressed. Some people are works of art.


I got told off for staring one time. I wasn't staring on purpose and I think he was being funny.
Pretty guy with tattoos kissing pretty guy in collar.
... I was probably staring.

*hides*


... People are always looking at something. When is it staring?

I admit I frequently treat the world as large and interesting study project. Body language is one I is still attempting to learn to read. Is a bit embarrassing to know you're always speaking a language and yet have no idea what you're saying in it.
Is why I don't dance-with. I dance, quite a lot, but dance-with is like having a conversation in dance and I don't know what I'm saying. I think I've got the hang of 'go away'. Well, nobody dances with me so I appear to have 'go away' covered. But people are having whole interactions in dance and unless they involve kissing I never sure what they're saying. Actually quite often when they do involve kissing, cause it's still pretty complicated.

I decided not to worry about what I say in dance. I like dancing. Wiggly. Much movement. And music and flashing lights.
I think there's this bit in Addams Family when there's a dance and there's this one lady dancing with a candle. My candle is usually a glowstick but that's what I dance with. Make shiny! And patterns with scarves!


I quite like talking, but not so much with drunk people. Anyone that can find much giggling simply out of being on the floor is not so much in conversations.

I need new social opportunities.


I talked about university and films and my new companion - apparently is a good thing because I can get very drunk and it's their job to get me home :eyeroll: - and... you know, that and how difficult it was to get there was most of what I talked about. My topics list also needs work.
I did listening too. Other people have work and life and family and stuff.


People say hi and know my name and like my hair and my jacket and nice stuff like that. Is cool.


I'm kind of random.



oh, famous people - they were there too. I met a bunch of them. They did talks in the day time. On the Friday I did photos and missed talks, on the Saturday and Sunday I did sleeping and autographs and missed talks, but surprisingly somewhere in there I did see talks.

Jewel Staite did not so much like doing that bit in Dead Like Me. She had that as her worst audition and worst outfit. Apparently for the audition she had to basically fake an orgasm for a bunch of strange casting people. She said she had to get money so she did that job.
That makes it a whole lot less fun. I mean if she did it for funny that would be different, but she did not sound like it was funny.

Someone else, I think her that played Trance on Andromeda, had a story about when she was 13 having to kiss some boy and she'd never kissed anyone and she got really upset and didn't want to do it and the director came in and yelled at her and said by the time she was 18 she'd be doing naked sex scenes.
... that's just deeply uncool.

So now I'm thinking thoughts about sexual harassment and actors and the many uncool ways these can intersect. Which, you know, not cheerful.




Everyone had stuff to say. I'll remember a bunch of it later maybe. I wasn't trying to memorise it or anything.


I'm tired and not as hungry as I logically should be and my mouth is uncomfortable from where I ate chips and beans and they were way too hot and that's really annoying because I had to order them because they were supposed to be on the buffet but weren't but then they arrived too hot. But I had some food this weekend. And lots of lucozade.

I think I need to sleep now.


All the weekend whenever I went to go sleep there was much noisy. I think I hate the Norbreck Castle very much as a hotel. As a venue it at least has somewhere to sit in at four in the morning, which is always of the good.

Out the corridors and window you can see much big water. Very big. I don't think I've seen big water like that since last time I was there.
Being a bit scared of Outside I don't think someplace with mostly glass corridors is the most fun place ever. But I wasn't particularly wound up by it this weekend, so that worked out.



I watched Doctor Who on Saturday. I need to download it and watch again and think thoughts. TV is less fun with no time to digest it.



I'll go now.


... if I said or did anything dumb at the convention or just now or, you know, in general, I make general apology.

But I don't think I did this time. Mostly. I think.
:-)



Also, I made Christian Kane smile. Win!
(I gave him a temporary tattoo. This is funnier with the story from his talk. I will type it later.)

(My fingers kind of hurt. Wonder how that happen when typing I not do this weekend. Possibly it joining in with my shoulders and arms and back and stuff.)

--> sleep

Comments

[kambee.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm glad you're back! lj has been boring without you!

I'm glad you had fun. And congratulations on all of the challenges that you tackled and beat!!

[anne_d]

Sounds like loads of fun, and good on you with all the travelling and dealing with strangers!

It's a con, aren't people supposed to stare?

[laligin.livejournal.com]

Shiny! Sounds like you had a great time, and bravo for managing everything so well!

(And I rather think you couldn't be blamed for... er... taking your time looking. ;) )