I’ll soon be leaving my bed, T.V. room, and entire house so that I can drive to Mcallen and buy a ticket for Omnicon! Wish me luck and safe driving, please.
For those of you unfamiliar with Omnicon, it’s an event that takes place in the heart of Mcallen, Texas at the Mcallen Convention Center and features anime, manga, games, famous voice actors and actresses, cosplay, competitions, and so much more.
While I’m not Japanese, Korean, Chinese, or even of Asian ancestry, I’ve always had an unexplained love for the Asian culture and more specifically those of Japanese influence. I love anime and JPop(or Japanese Pop), especially visual kei bands like Buck-Tick, The GazettE, Alice Nine, Versailles(A.K.A. Versailles Philharmonic Quintet), SCREW, SID, and many others.
You can believe how excited I was when someone knowingly paid me way more than what my little customized story was worth because they really liked it! I almost turned down the extra cash, but my “client” as I call them, wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. So here I am– happy to indulge in what I consider a piece of heaven this Friday(August 1) at what would be my first anime convention.
My reasoning for never going to any when I was younger was because we simply never had the spare money or time, and I haven’t gone now because I’ve been working as hard as possible to support my mother and sister.
That reminds me- regarding my sister and the school tuition, the money I’ve received has covered part of the cost, plus the large bonus I had completed it, leaving me with a little leftover money for myself! I couldn’t be more happy about how things have worked out.
I’m more than excited– not to mention about the shopping that I’ll get to do. I’ve set myself on a budget(which probably isn’t surprising if you’ve read any of my other posts where I talk about financial problems) and am determined to stick to it. I don’t think I’ll survive a day without the water and light.
I’m definitely going to make a specific post- with pictures!- for all the things that I did, bought(or not), ate(foreign snacks are delicious), played, and other things.
Whether or not I’m going to do any cosplaying hasn’t been decided yet, but I’m really hoping to at least throw an amazing outfit together with what I already have. If not, then it’s alright. I’ve thought about maybe posing as REITA(Reita, bassist of The GazettE) for the convention, but whenever I see that(or a) noseband, I just can’t help laughing because of the speculations that Reita doesn’t have a nose. I’m pretty sure that he has a nose- there’s no need to fear.
That hair, though, is something else altogether. I can just imagine how long it would take– not to mention the amount of hair spray and durability of a state of possible flammability. Not to mention the fact that I’d have to do a lot of shopping to at least get clothes that are similar. I’m sorry, but I don’t believe on spending $100 or more on a vest.
I may add some uniqueness to my outfit for Friday and put on something that one of my own fictional characters would wear.
Budget, budget, budget! No, I’m not a cheapskate– I just believe in putting needs first and indulging every once in a while. While some people tend to think that a budget is a restriction, I actually see it as a way to inspire creativity. Think about it, if you have $150 to spend on an outfit that resembles someone’s style that you admire, then you’re not going to break the outfit down into pieces and put it together with your own custom touches here and there. If you’re on a budget, you might make the clothes or accessories yourself, have more fun with the whole process, and even learn something new.
Unfortunately, the only electronic device that I have besides my laptop and T.V.(and other things like an old, hand-me-down MP3, which I love) is my phone, so all my pictures and videos will have to be stored here. I don’t have much memory left, so I’ll have to consider either buying another memory card, a cheap camcorder, or erasing some pictures and videos. Whatever must be done, will be done.
Anyways, I think I’ve managed to cram all of my excitement into this post, and will keep everyone updated as the date draws near and on the day itself.
If you have any ideas or suggestions(such as cosplay or camera or budgeting tips and more), I’d love to hear them! Wish me luck.
After seeing the trailer for this movie several times while browsing the web in the wee hours of fresh daylight and hearing about it from my chatty, odd, and amazing friends, I’ve made the choice to pay the good old theater a visit when “Into the Strom” is officially released and the majority of people have already gotten seeing another carbon copy of “2012” out of their destruction-seeking, movie-watching systems.
I can’t exactly say that I’m fond of movies where the world is thrown into a never-ending winter, lawlessness is allowed for a whole one day out of each and every poverty filled year, is completely destroyed by fire as is said to happen by the apostle John when he is writing most of what’s seen in a vision as a book called “Revelation”, or plunged into total chaos by earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, and other gruesome things, because it sends a shiver down my spine.
Nonetheless, I do like to see the different, new, and bolder scenarios that the producers over in Hollywood are slamming their heads against a desk to come up with so that they can satisfy most of humanities natural desire to see world disaster. Sadly, I don’t think that it’ll be fun any more to watch movies like that when and if it becomes a reality.
Even though I sound annoyed with the idea of watching this movie, I’m actually really looking forward to it. Hopefully, once I’ve seen and formulated my opinion on it, I’ll write a review about it, listing the pros and cons to it with as little spoilers as I can possibly put.
Today I decided to withdraw from my little piece of comfort, joy, solitude, and hermit-like state of living so that I could “cruise the town” and hopefully stumble upon a hidden spring of information and inspiration. My first stop? A quick bite to eat at a Wendy’s from their dollar menu- unfortunately or not, I hate spending a lot of money on takeout; I love cooking my own meals, as well as indulging every once in a while and stuffing my mouth with salty French Fries and a bacon cheese burger.
I finished my meal and exited the building quickly. I still had no idea what I was going to do or where I was going to go, so I got in my car and sat there for a few minutes before having the genius idea to visit a place that I really love more than any other place. Barnes & Noble.
Being able to look at so many books in one place fascinates me, which makes the library my second favorite place. Not only do they have a lot of books, but the variety is great! I have to admit for all of you manga/anime fans out there that they’re a little shabby in the manga and anime department, yet other than that, the selection is fantastic. They do tend to over price their books, movies, music, etc.,(to give you an example of what I mean, a series of only 13 episodes cost approximately $50- crazy, right?) but I know that business is business.
Even though I was on a very limited budget, I think I managed to waste more money on gas then on anything I actually bought; which happened to be a sketch book for $3.
I really love how helpful the majority of the staff is whenever I go there- they answer any questions you ask, show you certain areas you were looking for, suggest certain things if you’re not sure what it is you want, and much more(probably because it’s their job). I even love their mini-coffee area. I’m a huge coffee lover– I just can’t get enough of the Mocha Moolatte from Dairy Queen(it could be the fact that I like to save my money and freelance writing doesn’t exactly have a stable or fixed income), or the French Vanilla that I drink while writing. I know that caffeine causes Kidney Stones(these are “stones” that really can’t be seen and are excreted during urination. Some cases are so bad that before a person passes a Kidney Stone, they may become nauseated and throw up, faint, or even have horrible headaches. Drinking large amounts of caffeine on a daily basis will likely make this painful thing possible) and supposedly stunts growth, but I figure that I’m not going to grow anymore, so why not?
About their shop- it’s like a café, and what’s better than a book store with a café in it? They even sell sweets and other consumable products.
The only downside about Barnes & Noble is their somewhat lackadaisical “no reading the books or sitting down in an aisle” policy- which is basically ignored by the general population, which I find rude. Rules are made to be followed and obeyed, not broken. Oh well, most of the times, the occasional dedicated employee with kindly inform a rebellious visitor of the rules. I’ll be the first to admit that I do sometimes read part of a book while sitting down at a hidden table somewhere at the back of the café so as to not be seen until either a few minutes before closing, or someone finds me and scolds me in a polite way.
Overall, the trip really made my day and I hope to go there again tomorrow to see what else piques my interest.
I’ve been sharing a few of my works(unfortunately, they’re not published) here lately, and I’m wondering what you think. Below, I’ll provide a small sample from something I’m currently working on, so please let me know and you’ll make my day.
“It’s Worse than Intoxication”
Chapter 1:Rock ‘n Roll Legend
Luke puckered his lips and rested the cigarette between them. He took a long, deep swig of the addictive nicotine product and parted his lips again to blow the smoke out from his lungs as best as he could.
A hand rested on his shoulder, causing him to flick the live cigarette butt away from his grasp and incline his head slightly to view Derek, the leader of “the pack”, as he often called himself.
“I thought you quit.” He said briefly, moving his surprisingly gentle hands away from Luke’s shoulder so that he could help him stand up.
Luke shrugged slightly and dusted off his clothes. He flashed Derek a “where’s Kami and the others” look, which consisted of a sideways, narrow-eyed glance and a wild air guitar riff with his hands followed by an energetic and violent session of banging on a set of air drums.
Derek chuckled and moved one shoulder up, then down in a half-hearted shrugging motion. “Dunno. Last I saw them, Kami was flirting with some girls, and Jun and Mark were just practicing. Don’t worry, we’re not on for another 30 minutes and there’s no way in hell that they’ll be late.”
“Yeah,” Luke said while sticking a hand in his coat pocket to search for another cigarette, “That’s ‘cus if they ruin this, you’ll lop their heads off and sell them on the black market.” He groaned with displeasure at the absence of a thin, orange and white object between his oddly full lips, but shook the feeling as soon as he noticed Derek’s hawk-like stare.
“Have you rehearsed at all?” Derek asked nonchalantly, mentally waving off the look of disappointment and rage that Luke had practically thrown at him.
“More than you.” Luke sang out, his voice making Derek wince and cringe as if in pain.
“This is why I’m the singer…” Derek grudgingly muttered under a soft breath.
My mom once asked me if I liked heavy metal, which I thought was odd since she knew all about my strongly worded music genre preferences.
“Do you like this kind of music?” She had asked while changing the radio station in the car and landing on one in the middle of a famous Metallica song.
I stared at her. Why would I, a teenage girl(at the time of this event I was 16 years old), enjoy heavy metal of all things? I used to be so close-minded. In my head, heavy metal was a group of men headbanging to subliminal messages about drugs, violence, and death, and screaming incoherent lyrics at the audience and one another.
“No,” I stated firmly, almost as if I were cross with such an indignant inquiry, “I don’t like it– it’s stupid. All they do is scream.”
A soft and dramatic gasp came from beside me. I plastered my face against the window to try to see where the cars had crashed, ambulance had rushed by with an odd silence, or cat had been run over. Instead, I saw a normal road ahead and no horrible incidents. I turned to face her.
“Get the cassette.” The answer came with gentleness. I groaned, but obediently did as told and pulled out an old, unnamed cassette from within a compartment and slid it into the old-fashioned player.
Several alarming sputtering noises later, we were listening to what I claimed as “one of the best songs of all time.”
My mom smiled slightly as I came to a pride-damaging realization.
“Er, this isn’t… Queensryche, is it?” I asked, dreading the answer which I knew was to come.
“Yes, it is! This song is ‘Silent Lucidity’. What do you think? Heavy metal isn’t all screams, is it?”
I sighed in defeat and nodded in agreement. “I like it.”
Since then, I’ve opened my mind– and now I listen to all sorts of songs from everywhere! And I’ve come to respect heavy metal– even with the screams; but rap, that’s something else, altogether.
The worst age in a girl’s life? Definitely those teen years full of hormones, bullies, and “I hate you’s.” My early teen years were great when compared to those of people who have experienced hardships that they believe to be misunderstood by others.
But now, as an adult, life has begun to be bumpy like our government-neglected roads, and especially for my sister, who is in the last few grades of high-school.
My sister has symptoms of what I refer to as the “click-it and post-it” mentality– where you’re part of a “click” or group of people and constantly seek attention on Twitter, Facebook, or any other social media site by belittling people.
I’ve constantly received calls from her about how “life is so hard and my boyfriend– you know, Royce– is ignoring me because of what I did” and other things. Picking up on that pretty impressive verbatim, I think I hate Royce and any of my sister’s so-called “friends.” So I’m not exactly worried about their comfort or privacy.
She’s always getting in trouble– and if that wasn’t bad enough, she’s not only gullible, but is easily influenced. Royce and her friends are bad influences, excluding one, whose privacy I will honor for their good guidance. Unfortunately, my sister is stubborn.
Earlier today, I got a call from her. She was furious because she and her friend had gotten into a skirmish. When I asked her what happened, she refused to answer. I’ve called her back more than three times because, well, curiosity is my downfall. She hasn’t budged an inch, so I’ve just let her “chill” by giving her some space. I just hope she makes up with her friend. Last time I went to supervise a date, I was not pleased with the topic of conversation, position of certain appendages, or selected clothing.
I’m not her mom, and she does need her privacy, but there are certain things I just won’t put up with– especially if I think it threatens her “purity” in any way. I can say for sure that Royce hates me, too. From that one date, I made them sit apart, changed the subject to something appropriate, and handed my sister my own jacket so that she could zip it up over her revealing shirt.
I’ve never been more proud of my handiwork.