2004-09-26 - 4:23 p.m.
I'm so exhausted today, I feel hungover. Last night was opening night at the screampark and we didn't get home until 4:00 am. EGADS! What a long night. My voice tried to die at about 11:00 pm. My vocal chords are still tired today from trying to yell over the noise last night. My crystal ball died at about 11:00 pm as well. The batteries that make it eerily light up, bit the dust. They were new batteries. Apparently batteries only last a few hours with continuous use. Next time I see that little pink energizer bunny, I'm kicking his ass.
When I got home, it was so late, I was tired, but I tried to take some pictures with my cell phone cam. My costume is pretty neat. The far away pictures don't show any detail, so I did a close up (arm's length) shot of the front of my dress. I like the little vest:
Here is the requested photo of the girls. You should see me under the black lights. It's blinding. haha. The black light makes white clothing glow and I look like I've got my brights on when I'm in the dance floor area where there are black lights. Meet the girls:
I tried to take pictures of my makeup, but it was 4:00 am, after a really long tiring night and I had rubbed my eyes and my whole face on the way home, so my makeup pictures weren't sharp and clear enough. Maybe I can remember to take some pictures another time before going out there. After the night is over, the makeup has lost some of it's sparkle, ya might say...
I drew spider webs with liquid eyeliner above my eyes going from the inner corner of my eye to my eyebrow. It was a pretty good effect.
I fell down *again*. This time, I was trying to get to the castle from some back entrance. I had to trek through a brushy path and there were a bunch of holes and rocks and stuff. I stepped in a hole and down I went. I'm two for two. That must be why I hurt all over. I literally feel hungover today. We're all hungover, and no one got drunk.
I'm glad I don't have to go back until next weekend. Ack. I need to go to the store, but I think not. I think I shall just lay around and marvel at my remarkable soreness today. I don't even feel like pretending I feel good. I need coffee, but I don't have any good coffee. That's one of the things I need to go buy. I wonder if my need for coffee will triumph over my need for rest. Pity me... for I am hurty and pitiable.
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