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Don’t let me promise you things I cannot do.
A word on my cosplay practices in relation to piercings:
Hider jewellery.
When cosplaying as characters who don’t feature any visible piercings (and excluding the occasions where a degree of artistic liberty is taken), I utilise hider-jewellery for the big stupid holes in and around my face.
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.
Fact: I have been a huge South Park fan since way back and recently quit life to play their new game; The Stick of Truth.
Plush dolls from 1998, times sure have changed since then.
This is a game I’d been looking forward to for… quite a long time, which feels a little strange being that I’ve never had more than a passing interest in any of their previous ventures into videogame territory. Shows don’t always translate so well into games (or, for that matter, the other way around), not to mention that nagging fear that anything you look forward to will be underwhelming.
Thankfully this was not one of those occasions.
Warning for spoilers and inappropriate content which may or may not follow.
Don’t try to sleep through the end of the world.
Making a conspiracy map as a part of my Gravity Falls/Dipper Pines costume. This is based on the map seen in the episode “Irrational Treasure” which is taken from Journal #3 and subsequently crafted into a rather fetching hat.
Don’t really care which side wins.
More time and effort went into producing this than any reasonable person should readily admit.
Right, well, now that’s out of the way…
I think it looked a little better on me.
Last weekend I attended what I keep on referring to as “white lights festival” or some variation thereof, but I think was actually called simply “White Night”.
It’s three drinks too late to talk to anyone but myself.
Recently I have been vaguely attempting to actually work on personal cosplay projects again (after realising that we’re nearly a quarter into 2014 already and all I’ve really done between paid jobs is wallow in self-pity).
Life is hard.
To be honest I’m not really cut out for this whole “being an adult” thing.
True story: I’ve gotten up every day with the intention of cutting my fingernails for the past month-and-a-half. They’re impractically long, chipped, cracked, dented, and any day now one is going to break right back at the skin line and it’s going to hurt like a fuck.
But I just can’t bring myself to care.
It doesn’t matter to them who we are.
Important Valentine’s Day announcement!
The mystery of the silly padlocked footbridge has been solved!
What’s that? You have no idea what I’m talking about?
Why should I care about this? I’m not concerned with the things I miss.
Do you enjoy jewellery and body modification?
Have a bunch of hanging style earrings you love but can’t actually wear because they’re way too small a gauge to fit through the big stupid holes in your lobes?
Bitch, do I have answers for you!
It’s easy to be angry at something that you don’t understand.
Every so often I think: “It sure would be swell to make stupid cosplay music videos!”
But then remember that I possess neither the appropriate technology nor organisational skills where it comes to other people- besides the fact that most of my peers are grown-ups with adult responsibilities who have little to no tolerance for childish hobbies anyway.