themeletor | Girl Meets Con : Pilot Episode

In a move all-too characteristic of the me that happens on pretty spring afternoons, I made last-minute fly-by-the-seat-of-the-moment plans with Marna (

commodorified for reference, but. There are days when just looking at a cut tag makes me feel lazy, and this? Is one of them.) to meet up on Sat. afternoon. I secured the use of a car for the relevant afternoon. I promised to pay for the gas.
Then I panicked. Namely because: that is what I do.

I woke up on Sat. morning to the terrible realization that I had. No mascara. Now, mind, I am not by general consensus a vain shallow b*tch. Rather, I am as a whole downright careless. But when I am facing, or in this case preparing to face, intimidation and assessment, I feel much more up to it with a coat of mascara to keep me company. And I was preparing to feel very intimidated and assessed. So after dressing (in what I thought, ah naivete, would be standoutish), I made an emergency skip into the store for the necessary lash- and confidence-builder, deciding to apply it at the gas station while feeding the van. I must have been a sight, my little white butt sticking out of the open driver's side front door while I tried to simultaneously do my mascara and obey the sign at the pump that says "Please stay In Sight and out of Car." And of course, someone had topped off his tank before me, so the nozzle piddled on my feet and the interior of the van smelt faintly of gasoline for the entire drive out.

At 2:14 pm I walked through the doors, and all my panicking until arrival at the hotel had been practice. The first thing I saw was a boy with blue and purple hair, and I nearly wet myself. (Note: I do in fact appreciate and much like fun-colored hair. But at that moment I was all up on strings -- were someone to look at me cross-eyed, I would have reacted the same.) Luckily, Marna was not quite yet there, which meant I could go into Patience Mode and wear out my panicky and intimidated feelings by tapdancing them into the carpet. In the time I spent doing so, I also got my first look at A Con -- would appear to be a gathering of Strange People of a Similar Sort in their mutually convenient habitats. Absolutely terrifying. Very very cool. Looking as though to be much fun.

After an hour's time and several passings-up (on my part I should have noticed certain distinctive black pirate hats), Marna and I finally made contact. It is in fact a good thing that I wore off most of my intimidated feelings (though not my assessed ones), because she is not so much elite, genius, intimidating and scary as she is overall the bee's knees. Despite the fact that it will be all to her blame that I'll soon find myself beset by HH thoughts and an increase in my addictive tendencies toward research, and even despite the fact that she could well suck me into sci-fi per fantasy (hey, the book is shiny, free, signed, and excellent), I stand by my decision.

The bee's knees.

Song Rec: "When I Look To The Sky" -- Train
This song's been haunting me since I first heard it several months ago, as in August. I finally got a hold of it today, and am happy.

elessil, this is the song I mentioned.
Song Title: When I Look To The Sky
Artist(Band):Train

When it rains it pours and opens doors
that flood the floors we thought would always
keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships
we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye

And as I float along this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that won’t seem to let me go

[Chorus:]
'Cause when I look to the sky
something tells me you’re here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I’m lost
something tells me you’re here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here

And every word I didn’t say
that caught up in some busy day
And every dance on the kitchen floor
we didn’t have before
Every sunset that we’ll miss
I’ll wrap them all up in a kiss
Pick you up in all of this when I sail away

While I float upon this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that I hope will never leave

'Cause [Chorus]

Whether I'm up or down or in or out
or just plain overhead
Instead it just feels like it is impossible to fly
But with you I can spread my wings
to see me over everything
that life may send me when I am hoping it won’t pass me by

When I feel like there is no one
that will ever know me
there you are to show me

[Chorus x2]
Give me your e-mail; I'll give you an mp3.