So I’m home from a long weekend at Comic-Con. After almost 10 years, this will be my last year. It’s gotten way to crazy for me. People this year were either extremely kind, or total assholes. There were a lot of freebies, and I acquired about 10 t-shirts which I gave out to friends.
I meet some really cool people, and got to see a lot of really good cosplays. But with all this, there still isn’t anything that really draws me back. After my first day I was already kind of bored so I ‘tuned out’ as my friends repeatedly told me. I’m grateful that I’ve been able to go for so long, but it’s time for me to move on to bigger and better things.
I only spent $10 in my weekend. I bought a Conduct Happiness sticker, a lanyard from the Snoopy booth (I buy one every year that I go), and this lovely wooden mustache.
It’s been a good run Comic-Con, but farewell.
I just watched Brave. It was fucking incredible. Loved everything about it.
Now, I have to finish cleaning up my room because two friends are coming down from LA and crashing in my bed for comic-con.
I have work tomorrow, then when I’m off I’m free all fucking weekend. I’m so excited!!
Comic-Con 2012, you better fucking bring it. I’m ready.
I woke up for work, and as I’m laying in bed waking up (NOT a morning person), I go on Facebook… Everyone is talking about Comic-Con. I go on the website for shits and giggles, and the shit is sold out!
It’s been 90 minutes!! I remember my first year going to Comic-Con. I went with my best friend Eilene. We went there DAY OF and bought our tickets and walked in. There weren’t a lot of people going. Now, its WAY TOO MUCH. Last year I had to keep my cool from not having panic attacks every couple minutes from the seas of people everywhere.
Regrettably, this is going to be my last year. After nine years of going, its gotten to fucking crazy. Too many people. I couldn’t enjoy myself last year. It’ll be a bitter sweet thing this July, but I can’t handle it anymore.