Post by I'm Batman on Jun 9, 2009 22:13:53 GMT -5
WHAT HAVE I DONE THAT I AM BEING SO OVER DRAMATIC ABOUT!?!
I WILL TELL YOU MY DEAR DEAR FRIENDS.
TODAY: was slinking around the internet. Okay. Tegaki. Why bother saying anything else, you all know I live there. and I saw ANOTHER group Rp made by an Interweb Frand. SOmething about Half blood, No CAMP half blood.
"OH BOY," Thought I, "ONE MORE TEENAGED ANGST FILLED SUMMER CAMP ROLE PLAY. NO DOUBT IT FILLED WITH HALF DEMONS AND GIRLS WITH CAT EARS WHO ENJOY LATE NIGHT SKINNY DIPS AND STRIP POKER"
You see, my dear friends, THAT is what summer camp is all about. Believe me as I have been to a few summer camps in my life, DO NOT BE MISTAKEN BY THE FACT THAT THESE CAMPS WERE RUN BY EITHER A) THE SALVATION ARMY, or B) THE GIRL SCOUTS. I KNOW THESE THINGS.
But I click the link. because links deserved to be clicked, and I wanted to see what was what.
WHAT A SURPRISE! All the application pictures looked completely normal, and to boot many were by more of my sort of Intranet Frands. I say sort of because really they are just people I wish I could talk to and I'm starting to be more of a stalker BUT I DIGRESS.
So I check out the intro posts and this is a really well put together RP. NO LIE. It's not about demons and furries at all. More like the half blood offspring of GODS. GREEK GODS. HOT. DAMN. Lots of detail and story and based on a book.
A BOOK?
!!!
A BOOK THAT HAS TO DO WITH THE ILK OF GODS?!?!
ANGSTY TEEN HALF GODS?
WHAT. How have I not heard of this.
So of corse I scribble the book series down and run out of the house.
ON A MISSION.
"HI MOM, HI DAD. I AM GOING TO THE LIBRARY LIKE RIGHT NOW. ILU. BYE."
I have to stop at the bank, I've lost my library card and I need money for a replacement. I get a twenty and pray I don't need to fill up on gas any time soon.
So I'm at the library. Looking up my books. There are five OH BOY. A NEW SERIES ABOUT FANTASY SHIT. YOU KNOW I LOVE FANTASTY SHIT.
CRUD. They are all checked out.
CRUD. There are like a bajillion people on the waiting list.
WAITING LIST S DO NOT DO FOR THOSE OF US WHO WANT IN ON A ROLEPLAY. Once those mothers get started it's HELL to break in.
"FUCK THAT." I said, (Inside my head though, there were childrens at the library.) and I jumped in my car and screeched off to Borders.
I say Screeched because my car is noisey, I'll hae you know I drove very well today.
AT BORDERS. I look all over the science fiction wall to find these books. NOTHING. OKAY. FANTASTY WALL. NOTHING. Young adult? NOTHING, although I am assaulted by the worlds largest twilight display.
I'm looking all over the store for these books and NOTHING. And I declined the offers for help ten minutes ago so I can't ask the people working there NOW. Besides I need no help. YOu all know that.
RIGHT?
So I give up. on my way out I see the back of a display shelf.
You can guess what was on it I'm sure.
"YES!" I'm squealing in my head, "SUCCESS!!" I head over and notice, suddenly the display's garish sign proclaiming "KIDS!"
I look around no one has noticed me standing like an over enthused freak in front of a kids book stand.
Inwardly I'm torn.
Do I take these children's books and look like I'm some sort of dork who can't manage higher reading material? Or do I call it a loss and head home. NO WAIT. No one HAS to assume the books are for me. THey are for... My SISTER. No I don't have a sister. (Ignore that fact that random bookstore people don't know this, you have to have SOME SORT OF TRUTH BEHIND YOUR LIES) MY COUSIN. Yes, My cousin's birthday. THEY ARE A GIFT. I AM JUSTIFIED.
I grab the book at the end, where the first one should be.
Book Two.
I take the next one, Book three.
The next, Book four.
The last. Book five.
WHAT?
I created my stupid cover story no one will ask for and they don't even have the right BOOK!??!
Right now the only honorable thing I can think of doing is cutting my gut open and leaving my remains on the stores show room in front of the door. Let those jerks who didn't stock my book clean it up I say.
BUT WAIT, There's hope, another book store. I memorize the author's name and book it to the car.
"YOU KNOW." I say, in capslock, "Maybe Borders is just retarded. Maybe the book is really Young adult and I'm not a childish dork."
So at Barn's and Noble's I repeat the process up to the point where I DON'T find even a display shelf with the books.
Fed up I ask for help. I pull the crumpled paper with the series name on it and read it out to the customer service drone. who doesn't even need to look it up. I followed him through the store. past the Fiction, the fantasy, and the young adult sections, to the back of the store. OH YOU KNOW THE BACK. WITH THE BEAN BAG CHAIRS AND THE CARTOON CHARACTERS ON THE WALL. There's a display in the middle of the room and I wish the room was on the second story so I could throw myself out a window. He points out the first book, I thank him, and he leaves quietly.
I run through my debate again and buy the children's books.
At least they are sort of thick-ish.
Now I have the first two and I feel dorky...
And over dramatic.
And to be honest, now that I'm not in the store I don't really care that I just spent thirty dollars on the first two books and a companion book for a series I have never heard of til now.
But DAMN typing up that blog thing was FUN.
I WILL TELL YOU MY DEAR DEAR FRIENDS.
TODAY: was slinking around the internet. Okay. Tegaki. Why bother saying anything else, you all know I live there. and I saw ANOTHER group Rp made by an Interweb Frand. SOmething about Half blood, No CAMP half blood.
"OH BOY," Thought I, "ONE MORE TEENAGED ANGST FILLED SUMMER CAMP ROLE PLAY. NO DOUBT IT FILLED WITH HALF DEMONS AND GIRLS WITH CAT EARS WHO ENJOY LATE NIGHT SKINNY DIPS AND STRIP POKER"
You see, my dear friends, THAT is what summer camp is all about. Believe me as I have been to a few summer camps in my life, DO NOT BE MISTAKEN BY THE FACT THAT THESE CAMPS WERE RUN BY EITHER A) THE SALVATION ARMY, or B) THE GIRL SCOUTS. I KNOW THESE THINGS.
But I click the link. because links deserved to be clicked, and I wanted to see what was what.
WHAT A SURPRISE! All the application pictures looked completely normal, and to boot many were by more of my sort of Intranet Frands. I say sort of because really they are just people I wish I could talk to and I'm starting to be more of a stalker BUT I DIGRESS.
So I check out the intro posts and this is a really well put together RP. NO LIE. It's not about demons and furries at all. More like the half blood offspring of GODS. GREEK GODS. HOT. DAMN. Lots of detail and story and based on a book.
A BOOK?
!!!A BOOK THAT HAS TO DO WITH THE ILK OF GODS?!?!
ANGSTY TEEN HALF GODS?
WHAT. How have I not heard of this.
So of corse I scribble the book series down and run out of the house.
ON A MISSION.
"HI MOM, HI DAD. I AM GOING TO THE LIBRARY LIKE RIGHT NOW. ILU. BYE."
I have to stop at the bank, I've lost my library card and I need money for a replacement. I get a twenty and pray I don't need to fill up on gas any time soon.
So I'm at the library. Looking up my books. There are five OH BOY. A NEW SERIES ABOUT FANTASY SHIT. YOU KNOW I LOVE FANTASTY SHIT.
CRUD. They are all checked out.
CRUD. There are like a bajillion people on the waiting list.
WAITING LIST S DO NOT DO FOR THOSE OF US WHO WANT IN ON A ROLEPLAY. Once those mothers get started it's HELL to break in.
"FUCK THAT." I said, (Inside my head though, there were childrens at the library.) and I jumped in my car and screeched off to Borders.
I say Screeched because my car is noisey, I'll hae you know I drove very well today.
AT BORDERS. I look all over the science fiction wall to find these books. NOTHING. OKAY. FANTASTY WALL. NOTHING. Young adult? NOTHING, although I am assaulted by the worlds largest twilight display.
I'm looking all over the store for these books and NOTHING. And I declined the offers for help ten minutes ago so I can't ask the people working there NOW. Besides I need no help. YOu all know that.
RIGHT?
So I give up. on my way out I see the back of a display shelf.
You can guess what was on it I'm sure.
"YES!" I'm squealing in my head, "SUCCESS!!" I head over and notice, suddenly the display's garish sign proclaiming "KIDS!"
I look around no one has noticed me standing like an over enthused freak in front of a kids book stand.
Inwardly I'm torn.
Do I take these children's books and look like I'm some sort of dork who can't manage higher reading material? Or do I call it a loss and head home. NO WAIT. No one HAS to assume the books are for me. THey are for... My SISTER. No I don't have a sister. (Ignore that fact that random bookstore people don't know this, you have to have SOME SORT OF TRUTH BEHIND YOUR LIES) MY COUSIN. Yes, My cousin's birthday. THEY ARE A GIFT. I AM JUSTIFIED.
I grab the book at the end, where the first one should be.
Book Two.
I take the next one, Book three.
The next, Book four.
The last. Book five.
WHAT?
I created my stupid cover story no one will ask for and they don't even have the right BOOK!??!
Right now the only honorable thing I can think of doing is cutting my gut open and leaving my remains on the stores show room in front of the door. Let those jerks who didn't stock my book clean it up I say.
BUT WAIT, There's hope, another book store. I memorize the author's name and book it to the car.
"YOU KNOW." I say, in capslock, "Maybe Borders is just retarded. Maybe the book is really Young adult and I'm not a childish dork."
So at Barn's and Noble's I repeat the process up to the point where I DON'T find even a display shelf with the books.
Fed up I ask for help. I pull the crumpled paper with the series name on it and read it out to the customer service drone. who doesn't even need to look it up. I followed him through the store. past the Fiction, the fantasy, and the young adult sections, to the back of the store. OH YOU KNOW THE BACK. WITH THE BEAN BAG CHAIRS AND THE CARTOON CHARACTERS ON THE WALL. There's a display in the middle of the room and I wish the room was on the second story so I could throw myself out a window. He points out the first book, I thank him, and he leaves quietly.
I run through my debate again and buy the children's books.
At least they are sort of thick-ish.
Now I have the first two and I feel dorky...
And over dramatic.
And to be honest, now that I'm not in the store I don't really care that I just spent thirty dollars on the first two books and a companion book for a series I have never heard of til now.
But DAMN typing up that blog thing was FUN.
