So, I set out on a mission for cigarettes a little while ago, and I had this nagging feeling that:
a) Somebody was going to try and pick me up, and
b) things weren't going to go according to plan.

So I set off, and the entire block was not illuminated. All the street lamps had gone out. That was kind of creepy and kind of refreshing at the same time.
And as I was passing Bravo, some car comes out of nowhere, and slows down.
Him: "Hey, you want a ride?"
Me: "No, thank you, I'm quite fine walking."
Him: (makes a 'pfft' noise and drives off)
Mind you, his car sounded like it was about to explode.

But yeah, I get to 7-Eleven and ask if I could get a pack of cigarettes with a copy of my ID, as I lost the real one. He shakes his head and apologizes. I walk out and to the crosswalk. I press the button, and skip off the curb. I get to the other side, press the button and wait for the signal. Then I notice that there are two cop cars on the opposite side of the street, and one of them gets into the turning lane.
'Course, I know what's coming, so I quickly check my pockets for my ID copy. He pulls up, and asks me my name and age. I tell him. He pulls out of the intersection (silly law enforcement!) and steps out of the car. Then, at the signal I was waiting for, his little cop buddy pulls up as well, effectively blocking two lanes.
But whatever, they're cops, they can do whatever they want.
Anyway, long story short, they thought I was drunk, or stoned, or tweaking, or some combination of the three. Their basis for this suspicion? I 'stumbled' off the curb, and across the street.
Well, maybe, if the street were well-paved, I wouldn't have trouble walking across it.
But, they ask me to empty my pockets, so I do. They ask me to shake out my bra (that was weird) and shoes, so I do.
Cop 1: (picks up my temporary wallet, i.e., a plastic sleeve from 24 Hour Fitness) "Do you mind if we look through this?"
Me: By all means, go ahead. (thinks 'We? Is it honestly necessary that two people accomplish the same task?')
Cop 2: So, where do you live?
Me: Down that way, on Foxglove. Heh.
Cop 2: What?
Me: Oh, I just knew something was going to happen tonight. And to think, I was already propositioned by some random guy over there!
Cop 2: Why are you out this late?
Me: I need cigarettes.
Cop 2: Where are your cigarettes?
Me: I'm out. That's why I need some.
Cop 1: (starts ruffling through my pack of gum) Why do you have eyedrops?
Me: (turns and points to eyes) Contacts.

Yeah. They stopped me for like, ten minutes. And it was ridiculous. Cop 2 left a while before Cop 1 told me I was free to go (I'm sorry, was I arrested without my knowing?), and I had to wait again for the signal.
I go to Am-Pm, get my cigarettes, and go to the side of the building. As I light up, what should I see in the Bank of America parking lot (facing the wrong way, no less!)?
A cop car. So what do I do? Absolutely nothing. I finish my cigarette, throw it in an ashtray, and stop at 7-Eleven for a Slurpee.
It's apple-mango, not like I can resist, right?

And the awesome part was that when I stepped in through the back door, the clock just turned to 3:33.
Yeaaah.

Right, so while I take the time to recall everything from Anime Expo, enjoy a video of the huge CaramellDansen train I was half responsible for.



Silly Sephiroth, trying to steal my thunder.
Oh, and this guy posted a part two.
And just in case you were wondering, I'm the Yuffie behind Sephiroth.



Needless to say, AX was pretty fun.

The countdown is on.
I have three days to finish everything up, and it's getting exciting.
Right now, I'm waiting for the primer on my shuriken to dry.

On a slightly related note: It's. Too. Fucking. Hot.
So, I'm making another batch of Sea-Salt ice cream.

So, once the primer's dry, I'm going to go out there (while the yolk-sugar-milk mixture cools down) and texturize the thing (texturize isn't a word, is it?). Then I'm going to wait for that to dry and while I'm doing that, I'm going to put the dye in my hair (while the ice cream maker cools itself).
Then... after the texture-crap is dry, I get to paint it (again!). While that's drying, I take the ice cream out of the maker and rinse off my hair.

Then I'll probably be able to put another coat of paint on it, it's so damn hot. Then tonight, when it's too late to make noise and crap outside, I'll finish my boots. I've got mayyybe an hour or two left on them.
Does this leave room for coffee?
Definitely.

Hello Melo, it's been a few days.
Since I am currently unable to sleep, I suppose I'll talk to you about my life as of late.
I have no planned format; bear with me.

So, for a while there, I thought I was getting sick. It was also dangerously close to ::whispers:: that time of the month. I thought Anime Expo as going to be ruined for me.
Surprise! I started my rag this morning (I think). That means I can wear my bright orange short-shorts without having to worry about pesky stains. But, my throat hurts.
Bleh.

My shuriken is almost done. I give it two more days, and it'll be perfect. I haven't touched my boots in a while though.
I really should get on that.

Due to my awesome coffee binges as of late, I have lost a ton of weight and have been able to work more consistently. Right now, I have a massive headache, cramps, and a billion cricks in my neck and shoulders. Oh, did I mention I can't sleep?
It really pisses me off.

Seriously. I need a masseuse and some sleeping pills.
And more willpower.
There's only so much time I can practice playing To Zanarkand and staring at the glue gun.
Also, I want a lockpick kit and my Cerberus charm to come in the mail.
Aaaand, I want Reno-boy to dye his hair bright red and don a blue suit.

Vincent turned his attention to the present, digging through the assorted foodstuffs he'd bought at the morning grocery and finding an orange, his favorite. In the past he'd peeled the delicacies with his claw; now he dug for a knife. Finding none, he contemplated the fruit with narrowed eyes.
"Wow, Vinnie. It's just an orange, you don't have to look at it all angry-like." Yuffie said...

I seriously could not stop laughing for a good three minutes. Even Dad poked his head in my doorway, and I blamed it on not being able to understand a single thing Gackt says in Redemption.

Okay, so I found a decent emulator version. I decided not to buy a new SNES and cartridge after all.
I downloaded an scp (I think) format soundtrack of the entire game. I decided not to buy the OSV too.

And most importantly, I forgot just how much I love Lucca.

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