Anti-Shell Matter

As promised, here are preliminary pictures of Dead!Seishirou, as the costume stands now.

( Yes, I know sakura do not have leaves. )

I do not think I will have the half-skull eyepiece ready by tomorrow. I tried it on this evening; it didn't stick worth shit with the spirit gum that came with the prosthetic, and it's far too large for my face. Supposedly I also need liquid latex and some other stuff the back of the box failed to mention. I have to cut almost along the bone-line just so it won't overlap my nose and lips. I will also be doing a fair amount of driving tomorrow evening (voodoobob is along for the ride too now!), so I do not want to be half-blind anyway. If the piece will actually work out, I will thread a sprig of sakura into the socket to make it look like I've got vines coming out me eyes.

My goal by convention (next planned being AniZona, since even though Yaoi-Con starts tomorrow I'm not there) is to have the vine threaded with pure sakura, none of this green-leaf nonsense Michael's thought up, and to have a trenchcoat fixed up.

I finally burned all of my Utena and Escaflowne music onto my computer, and it is love. So much love. I'm feeling the tug back to my old fandoms, enough that I am starting an elite Utena community. It saddens me to see that fandom is dying, and the current Utena communities on livejournal suck. There are maybe a couple of icon contributions here and there, but Utena has so much more to offer than that. I would like to do the same thing with an Escaflowne community; all of the Esca communities are either dead or entire role-play. Has anybody seen my Escaflowne movie soundtrack, and does anybody know where I can download the entire Utena OST volume 3?

Now I need to actually do my homework, and stuff. And maybe eat some dinner. Hello, night.

Whoa, the last twenty-four hours have been a trip, starting with Lecter-Cake from white_manjushri. Tracye, I love you.

Given that oats_n_honey (Pat) and I share the same birthday, he invited me to share his birthday party with him, and inherent madness ensued. Five hours blurred past in an orgiastic stupor of good conversation, good company, karaoke, and good food. I got thoroughly spoiled by multiple people, which I honestly was not expecting. I guess I thought seniors are too old to bring presents to parties, or something, but I've been proven wrong. I had an amazing time; it makes me realize that I need to hang out with my Saguaro friends more often. I'm going to miss them terribly come next year.

All of you guys, thank you. You made my night.

Since I was up until 3:30 AM playing StepMania last night (yes, I got the pad on a whim last night, the last straw being that my down arrow on my old pad completely gave out--and the new pad is sexxxxxx), I woke up rather late when Rachel barged into my room demanding that she buy me lunch right now. We went to the China Star and had a sisterly good time, and then I let her practice driving around a bit before her driving lesson later this afternoon.

At exactly 2:45 PM (the normal hour I get out of school), chrissykitty called demanding that we hang out right now (,bitch). Since I have not seen her in a long time and she desired to do birthday-like things to me, I obliged and we ended up at Fantasia, the local magick emporium. Christianne is a practicing Wiccan, and given her fundamentalist household she has to purchase items on the sly.

( The benefits of placebo magic. )

My birthday present from chrisskitty was CLAMP no Kiseki volume IV, which, of course, was released two days ago because somebody at TokyoPop knew that Lauren Cook in Scottsdale, Arizona, was turning eighteen that week, and he or she was like: "Oh, we'd better release the set with the Seishirou piece about that time." It's an adorable piece, and it combines my eyeglasses fetish + my suit fetish + Seishirou in one piece of plastic. It rode with me in the car. He's just shorter than the Subaru piece. Whatever. It's all good.

I almost killed us because I did not realize that the turning lane was a traffic lane during rush hour.

I've got to do my five nights' worth of calculus, government, and that guitar paper now. But this is my own damn fault.