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  <updated>2007-11-06T23:41:26Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missshanksalot:2284</id>
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    <title>Youmacon 2007</title>
    <published>2007-11-06T23:41:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-06T23:41:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It was that time of year again. Youmacon's third year has just ended. Might I add there were some bumps, but it ended up ok in the end. I'm going to seperate this into the three days. Saves me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday~ Alright....a lot of people in the hotel. I was a little concerned about capacity, but thats the con's problem, not mine. I go to walk around, maybe find the place to register. The line was crazy long! Little did I realize that the line was for on-site registration, not pre-reg. After 20 minutes of walking around, I decide to walk to say hi to a couple peeps on staff. When I went to walk through the door, I was asked if I was registering. I told the staffer that I was pre-regged. He then pointed to a 3 person line. Next year, may I advise that there be a sign and maybe two OBVIOUS lines for each? I was about to get in that ridiculous line if it weren't for that staffer. Anyways, after some awesome costumes and many shitty ones, I went to take care of the photoshoot I started. That went rather well. By the time I got back, my migraines were already getting me, so I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday~ I woke up and immediately changed into costume. I walked out of my door to find a huge ass line for autographs. Staff, I know that you're changing hotels, but what gave you the idea that people wanted some loud n00bs outside your door screaming at 3 am?? Serioiusly. I had a hard time sleeping because of the n00bs. Moving on...I proceeded to move downstairs with my friends to find the hotel overrun with con-goers. I honestly thought that I was going to like...get stuck like at Acen or something. DX At about....10 ish, I went out to breakfast with my mother. Then we ran down the road to go shopping for the U of M vs MS game. GO BLUE! *coughs* anyways...I got back at about 11:30 and the fucking naruto people were still in their photoshoot. I was shocked. The numbers have increased at least by 3. I now understand why ACen and other cons have been losing narutards...they are all coming to Youmacon! :D Well, afer realizing that my WIP costume was not done, I ran upstairs and changed into my other outfit. My day instantly got better after that change. After chilling with my friends for most of the day, I saw the good, the bad, and the ugly of the con. There were certains incidents I'm not allowed to talk about that happened later that evening...let's just say that the jiraya costume is getting quite a reputation ^_~. That night, I arranged a dinner with a group of people in which was probably the funnest thing of the con. I got away from the annoying con n00bs. On the way back, I nearly died, thanks to a certain man with a fidora...^_^;;. I only stayed up til about....1-2, then went back to my room due to illness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- I left early, so I didn't really get to see much of the con. All I was people lying around, like they were bums. *shrugs*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: It was wonderful seeing so many people there. It really makes me feel awesome. I remember when Youmacon started 3 years ago. ^_^ There were some pretty impressive costumes. I mean...I seriously was amazed by the quality. Sadly, I have no list of favorite costumes. well...my roomie's costumes were awesome. Good job Luna and Deuce! ^_^ *thumbs up*&amp;nbsp;And it was also a pleasure meeting some of my other online buds from the MCS and other places...^_^ *thinks* Even though the staff was pretty stressed, they kept everything mostly under control and safe for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons: Ok...this is where the nice M.SAL disappears. OK....Where the fuck did all the Narutards come from?! Seriously....Out of all of the groups I saw there....Adult swim anime seemed to have the shittiest costumes. Need me to list? Probably not, but I will anyways: Naruto, Bleach, etc....And I have never...ever...seen so many n00bs who just love to fuckin' show it off. While I was there, I saw a young man in the dealers room who asked to see a weapon. The guys let him hold it, and the kids walks off wanting to show it to his friends on the other side of the room. THAT IS STEALING. You just don't walk off without paying for something. Moving on. The signs....What makes people think that they're going to look cool if they have a sign that says, "hug me" or "I will do *fill in the blank* for *fill in the blank*. I honestly saw every sign in the world there. This youmacon was my 7th convention, and I think everything retarded I've seen over the past 4-5 years was at Youmacon 07. This is not a rant against the staff. I applaud the staff for dealing with stupid people the entire weekend. I'm trying to not use colorful language in this, because there are little kiddies probably reading this...lol. What else to talk about...Oh! The person the leash. Thats so creative people. Honestly...who would've thought of putting your man/woman on a lease and dragging them around? Do you guys have any self-respect?! If I were someone's girlfriend, I would not allow myself to be put on a leash.&amp;nbsp;Also, please....please...Do NOT glomp people in&amp;nbsp;a small area. It could create a domino effect and there could be problems.&amp;nbsp;Ok...this is one thing that pisses me off the most. DO&amp;nbsp;NOT LEAVE YOUR TRASH LYING AROUND. It's ok to have pizza boxes and such stacked nicely outside your room wanting it to be taken away, but there's a line I have to draw. On Sunday morning, outside of the elevator area, the ledges and such in that general vicinity was covered in trash. Food, cups, napkins, etc. were scattered....-_-+&amp;nbsp; I'm going to end this now before it gets ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...this is pretty negative. I'm sorry to end this review on such a sour note. Overall, the con was wonderful. There were just a lot of dumb fuckers who gave me migraines....anyways...Let's all hope that everyone's attitudes get better and&amp;nbsp;people mature a little. *thumbs up* Thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~M.SAL&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>missshanksalot @ 2007-11-04T13:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-04T18:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-04T18:50:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Once again, my mom and dad&amp;nbsp;find it funny to torment me. On the way home from Youmacon, my mom started questioning me about my japanese class. I told her I was doing ok,&amp;nbsp;but I wasn't doing&amp;nbsp;so hot on the tests. Now she thinks I'm fucking failing the course.&amp;nbsp;I told her I wasn't, but she&amp;nbsp;was like, "If you fail a course, I'm going to kick your ass!".&amp;nbsp;That made me a little upset and a tad scared. Then she tried to tell me that she tried to convince me to drop out when I had the chance,&amp;nbsp;which is not true. My dad forced me&amp;nbsp;to stay in there because we already paid for the course and it would be a waste of money if I dropped out.&amp;nbsp;My mom didn't believe that my dad&amp;nbsp;told me that. She accused me of lying because&amp;nbsp;she didn't think&amp;nbsp;my dad would do that. Well, he did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They apparently called&amp;nbsp;my advisor to tell him to convince me to drop out. And usually he calls me when they call, but he never called about Japanese....*rolls eyes* In between that time, thoughts of what my parents told me in the past and just some random things my mom said started to get to me. When I got home, my mom told my dad that I was failing. -_- And while&amp;nbsp;I was inside, unpacking my stuff, they were talking. Its what my brother said to me that just killed me. Here's what he said: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Life is a game.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, you suck at this game..." I just sat there, stunned that my own brother would cut me down like that. I could tell he wasn't joking...I know him. I was supposed to stay for a little while, but I decided to leave. I didn't want to ruin my family's dinner with me crying. I left, but before I did, my dad decided to "talk" to me. He just told me that I need to to treat tests as quizzes. Bull shit. quizzes are like...11 questions. tests are 4-5 pages. There's no way in hell I would be able to do that. I can't really remember the rest of the convo, because my mind was just being filled with things I can't even type.&amp;nbsp;Now I'm in my dorm...writing this journal, trying not to break down crying. Honestly, I don't know how much more of this I can take. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've also&amp;nbsp;come to the conclusion that my family doesn't like me. I'm a waste of money, I have no talent or intelligence, and my family would be better off without me. I&amp;nbsp;think I've finally lost it....</content>
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    <title>This sucks...</title>
    <published>2007-10-10T20:43:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-10T20:43:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;What the hell am I supposed&amp;nbsp; to do now. I mean....I try really hard to get stuff right...and I'm confident in doing such, but I end up failing in the end. My parents were right about me not being smart enough. I'm not good for anything. I have no talent, unlike my brother who's just a&amp;nbsp;goddamned genius.&amp;nbsp;I wish I was like him...but not the asshole like he really he.&amp;nbsp;Maybe then my parents would&amp;nbsp;care about the stuff&amp;nbsp;I deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just want to quit school, but I know doing that won't help. Repeating this stuff is just as bad. I wish I could just, I dunno. I tried to make myself happy again, but its not working&amp;nbsp; too well. *holds head* God dammit....I don't know what I'm doing wrong! I'm doing just as people tell me...and I end up doing it wrong! Jesus Christ....&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missshanksalot:1515</id>
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    <title>This sucks....</title>
    <published>2007-08-03T23:47:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T23:47:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got my wisdom teeth pulled today. I'm in a lot of pain...-_-; Anyways...I'm really sore and I can't talk much. I just wanted to let everyone know in advance. If anyone needs me, they talk to me VIA a IM system. TTYL....!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:missshanksalot:1058</id>
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    <title>The new costume...</title>
    <published>2007-07-30T19:44:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-30T19:44:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright..i found a new costume I want to make. And my dad thinks it looks sweet. XDD Anyways, I was going to start it today, but for some reason I got sick. -_-; so, i'm going to buy the stuff for the sword tomorrow. Oh...! The characters name is Silabus....and he's from .Hack//GU XD I &amp;lt;3 that game. ^_^</content>
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    <title>The Michigan Cosplay Society....</title>
    <published>2007-07-24T16:51:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-24T16:51:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure what exactly is going on....but I'm not liking it&amp;nbsp;one bit. I hope ya'll don't mind me going on a little rant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What in the world is up with the forums?! I mean, I know I was a n00b once and I said some stupid things. Seriously, the kids need to learn a couple things about this....world I should say...that we live in. I am a kid myself, but I know better than to start silly threads or ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ......at some point, people need to make an appearance. I know it took me a little while to make an appearance, but....at least I did. There are some people, to this day, i haven't met yet. I've been in the club going on 3-4 years now (Can't remember which LOL).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rant is going to be edited over time...so please...bear with me as I collect my thoughts. Tis very difficult for me and i'm trying my best to not to try and shank something in the face right now...-_-;;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I finally abandoned it...</title>
    <published>2007-07-11T02:48:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-11T02:48:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Alright...My Ashei costume. The chic from Twilight Princess....i've been working on her costume for quite sometime now. about...5 months. Anyways, i find out today that my mom has thrown out various pieces of the costume which were important and expensive. I'm going to abandon it and move on with my life. That's really all I have to say....I'll see ya'll later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Katy&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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