martinemonster

Since I'm sure many people have already dazzeled you all with their detailed, yet clever reports from comicon, I will not bother to write down everything. Suffice to say, the hostel was really nice (hostel cat, go there if you're in the San Diego area), the panels were both fun and interesting and I got in on a press pass, meaning I got the conferance for free and could run up in front of the stage and take pictures without feeling bad.

I will however, give you the best quotes from the conferance and a few pictures.

(oh, and I just have to say this: Yes, I saw Jensen Ackles, yes he was about 3 feet from me, no I didn't get to talk to him, but I got to talk to Eric Kripke, and though he spent the entire time he wasn't talking posing for the pictures he knew people were taking, he was both funny and halfway intelligent when he spoke. I love that man!)

( quotes and pics )

Oh, yeah, and I met chesire_monkey and abigor_60 again, and we hung out practically throughout the entire conferance. Which pretty much doubled the fun. thanks guys!

And I met a whole bunch of other lj-ers. It was nice to finally meet you brianrubin. thank you for helping me to the front of the line for Supernatural. and here I thought it would have been enough to just show up at 7.30 for a panel that started at 2.45. You knew better, and I am grateful! And you limminel even though we only talked for about 5 minutes. :)

I will now add all the other people I met who I've yet to friend. Excellent conferance! :)

This icon is called hp draco

Today is Jensen Ackles' birthday! Hurray for him!

This means I'll have to add a small picspam to celebrate the occation. Watch out for the pretty! (and thank you for finding loads of images moondropz )

( pretty )

I don't know if you've ever heard the song Matinee by Hurts to Purr, but the lyrics just makes me melt.

( lyrics )

I also took some tests today. Wanna see how cool I am?

( memeorama )

Yesterday I fully understood to which degree it sucks to be an adult. I've been coughing my lungs up since Friday (as I'm sure you already know, I am after all a master of complaining), and after every single employee at my work had come by my office to say that they felt sorry for me, and that I should go see a doctor for my cough (which resonates through three floors of office space apparently), I caved in and decided to go see one. Problem number one with being a grown up: I'm working as a substitute, so the firm I'm really working for, xtra personelle, may not pay for my time if I go see a doctor. Not willing to work extra because of a doctor's appointment yet again , I decided to go to the legevakt (emergency room? It sounds so much worse in English). There, I had to wait for approximately 3 hours before I got to go in an see the doctor. Now, if I was a child, I wouldn't have to worry about sick leave or waiting, I wouldn't have been alone in the waiting room for said three hours, and I wouldn't have to go by the pharmacy on my way home, especially not because my moter would have driven me instead of me taking public transport and scaring off the other passengers with my cough.

The good part of being an adult is the doctor treating you like you can think for yourself. And yet, I don't know if I want to have a doctor ask me to choose between several cough medicines I've never tried or had any sort of experience with. Oh well.

Another nice thing with being sick as a child was that my mother or father would bring home some soda and a bun for me, they'd rent me a movie and stop by in the middle of the day to make sure that I'd eaten something. Now, I have to make sure I eat something, stay on the sofa all alone and noone is ever going to bring me buns or soda. I'm stuck with stale frozen pizza and no rented movies of any kind. *feeling sorry for myself*



-look at me! All sick!

Today when I woke up (before sunrise I might add, turns out that being a vampire would not be a problem to me since I arrive at work before sunrise and leave after sunset. Yeah, go me...) the first thing I saw, looking out the window, was the guy living in the neighboring skyscraper (okay, so a very small skyscraper but I don't know what they're called. Blokk in English anyone?) making breakfast nude. And, when I thought about it, I remembered that I never actually see this guy in clothes. I've seen him have sex with his gay partner in the kitchen, seen him make dinner and breakfast in the kitchen, nude, but have never seen him prepare a meal, or eaten it, with clothes on. Anyways, this of course gave me "it's one fine day to be nude" to hum, so when I was walking naked to the shower I might have sung that to myself. Improving my day indeed.

Finally had a wacky dream myself. Will thus make a picture post of it. :)

( lookielookie pretty pictures )

I added a few pics from the larp we made this summer in my bio. Look at how good we were building stuff. When we got there, there was nothing, when we were done there was a town.

Aren't we cute? If we had a band, this would be our first band photo. We don't have a band, but now we have a photo!

See the rest of the pictures from 17.mai (norway's national day) on Marthes lj:

http://mirazandar.livejournal.com/128681.html

I will stop bugging you now...I promise...

I just have to see how my new user pic looks. Don't I look pretty? (Yes, I'm bored and alone at work)

Check the other one out too...They're both me.

Pics stolen from azuzazzyzx and cheshire_monkey

Happy st.patrics day (even though its over...)



Pretty cunning don't you think?

I don't know how to cross-post an entry, so I'll just show you where to go. I added pictures of me and mirazandar on this community:

http://community.livejournal.com/larpix/6873.html#cutid1

Go see the cute pictures!