Trowa Barton (aka Darth Sweetie)

I've now been working on game for hours at a time. I see, hear, and think of nothing but Gundams over and over. The same battle sequence. The same dialogue. If I don't finish this game, I will go crazy. The fact that game is technically in two weeks doesn't help. The poster hasn't gone up, the weapons need to be ordered by me, the rooms need to be reserved, and the game itself is still in the san-checking process. Ack.

I've been debating over whether to punt Legends as a result since it is happening the weekend before game. My brain is fried.

I will miss Auror as she leaves for the weekend. Looks like it's going to be me and my computer for a few days. Now, thanks to her 14.01 problem sets, I have marginal product of labor equations in my head. Gundam pilots invoking the marginal rate of substitution to use a buster rifle.

It has been a while since my last entry due to recent events. I should start off on Friday when I came home during my lunch break to find out that my grandmother had a stroke. You don't realize how much you would miss someone until the possibility finally arrives. We had a falling out after a while due to distance, but all that disappeared when I called her from her hospital room. I was amazed to talk to her considering the fact that she had a stroke. I had Thrawn's SO talk to me about a worse case, but I'm glad that is not the case. I just found out today that she was released from the hospital to the relief of my entire family, including my father who is older than her (long story).
Fortunately, auror convinced me to go to Dralion with a bunch of my friends. Thrawn was fortunate enough to have a spare ticket, though it was for a solo seat. This was fine considering that I found out my ex-SO, Ween, was also joining us. More on that later. The performance was awe inspiring. The baffoons were funny. I liked the music, the acrobatics, and the overall flow. They gave me new ideas for my next Legends character which will be a Tor Aquillon. I even enjoyed one of the perks of attending a Canadian-based show: the purchase of Chardonnay at the concessions stand. For the record: white wine goes great with popcorn. Much to the dismay of auror, of all the souvenirs I could have purchased at the show, I invested $3 on a clown's nose. I needed the laugh considering what happened with my grandmother. This carried on to dinner where I sat between two of the quietest people in the table: Ween and Wicka, Thrawn's SO. Ween and I haven't spoken to each other since a wedding over two months ago, and now I'm seeing her during zebediah's move, Dralion, dinner, and (later) a housewarming party for three days straight. Talk about feelings of awkwardness. To this day, I still don't know whether to hate her or thank her for what she did. It was her break-up that allowed me to reject monogamy, be introduced to polyamory, and fall for auror. I am no longer the hopeless romantic, for I know that nothing is forever and I know true pain. Happily ever after doesn't exist. We pretty much had little to say to each other even though we were right next to each other.

Anyway...
Saturday was much better. After a semi-successful Shadowrun (another long story involving cybertrolls and elves), I went to a housewarming party hosted by rigel, bester, truthspeaker among others. It was a great party. Anime, gigaseconds of UNIX, and game oh my. Also, there were so many fine, foxy ladies to talk to. Bester may have convinced me to become a Mac user. And the thought of rigel with nearly all of her past and current SOs was interesting. I partied until late. It was all good. It is because of this that justifies my Livejournal mood. Just wished I did more on Sunday than sleep 60% of the day and saw "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" at LSC.

I have three days to prepare for my first Legends weekend. Hopefully, I can get the materials today to make the weapons. My sword training still needs work since I still need painkillers to recover from a Patrol run. Then there is the matter of getting the costume ready and memorizing the rules. Need caffeine. Need booze.