Karadur Inacu  (karadur) wrote,
Karadur Inacu 


I never would've guessed they'd be the "real" murderer either. Good ending, if a bit cheesy, namely for the part where they say "The only person I couldn't trust was myself", and how you can see getting called by your real name coming from a mile away. The picture that was in the talisman was cute though. Just how many times has that urn really been broken? :p

So yeah. Don't particularly want to be up right now, seeing as I didn't get to sleep 'till at least 7, and it was horribly broken up and whatnot anyways (I swear I woke up at one point sweating), but here's hoping I can at least get another hour or so when I get home this afternoon.

The main reason I had such trouble getting to sleep would have to be this though. Namely, my comment and the reply to it. Of course, if you're reading this, kumakehu, you'll already know what I'm talking about, but meh.

First of all, despite my attitude towards them before being along the lines of "They aren't for me", I'm obviously finding myself rethinking that. It's like back when the opportunity for me to go to that furmeet in London came up. There was a point where I was actually trying to find some way to be able to say "I can't / don't want to go and this is why", all in favor of the "I've never been to one yet, and if I don't go to this one, things won't change any" mindset. Looking back now, the one thing I can think of that'd have happened if I hadn't gone was that I wouldn't have spent so much money on tails and other furry stuff (those "throws" for example) by now.

But getting back on topic, that's where the real problem comes in. Assuming nothing could go wrong, and I was guaranteed to have a fun time and everything, how would I get there? I never would've expected squnq to actually come pick me up and drop me back off at home for that furmeet, much less something that literally takes place outside of Canada. I suppose the main explanation for that problem would be that so far, the farthest I've ever gone anywhere would be to Niagara Falls. I don't know where I'd start in order to go somewhere further then that (not necessarily the same direction), and that's precisely where the feelings of "Well, maybe it'd be better if I didn't go at all" come in.

Setting aside that I'd probably be a lot more comfortable starting off at a smaller con, but I cannot for the life of me think of any that go on anywhere near here.

But anyways, the last sentence is something I might take him / you up on, sooner or later. Last time anyone said something like that came from Kari (see the first couple entries I have in here), and although that didn't end entirely badly (if I recall correctly, the only reason I couldn't talk to him anymore was because we lost our internet connection again), it wasn't exactly the best couple months of my life.

I had also planned last night to email John, to let him know that I beat Trials and Tribulations, so he could borrow that if he wanted, and also to ask him if he had any plans for the 13th of next month. I don't know if Josh is going to want to do anything, so asking someone else couldn't hurt.

It's 12:50 though, so I might as well get dressed and leave. I could write more, but as usual, when I really want to write about whatever particular topic, there's always something I have to do first. Blah.

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