All KINDS of emotions.

I have realized that I start most of everything I say with "so". I will try to stop, and use it as little as possible.

Anyway, Thursday was the start of Norwescon, one of the best cons in the entire universe. I am a volunteer in Hospitality, where all the food is served. The first day went pretty well. However, every day I feel like it's all over, and I don't have to do it again the next-- oh wait. Yeah. It goes on for four days. My back hurts because I'm standing and I have a genetic slouching problem. My feet hurt because I'm standing around all day, waiting for directions. Sometimes, I feel like I can just go curl up and die in a corner. Not in a suicidal way. Why want to kill yourself when you have so many things to live for? Anyway, I'm usually okay serving food for lunch, because I'm never there for breakfast, but once it hits dinner prep, I try as hard as humanly possible to STAY AWAY from the Hospitality room. Why? Because I can't deal with people that I have never met before. Most people are friendly, but some are just rude and mean. Take for instance when I was guarding the door to let staff into the room, I let somebody in, and somebody who was standing in line came up to me and said these exact words:

"Do you know when dinner opens? Because I have been standing here for thirty-five minutes in wet swim trunks and I could have gone and changed."

I simply shrugged, wanting to be polite, when somebody saved me and got rid of him.

Another time, I was starving, so I was getting some of the food, and somebody next to me asked if there was onions in the chili. Wanting to be helpful, and not knowing some of the things that twelve-year-olds wouldn't know, I said no. She turned to me and said extremely matter-of-factly, "Actually, there are onions in canned chili," and nodded at me in a stuck-up way as if I was the most stupid person she had ever come across. Again, not wanting to be rude like her, I said, "Ah," but really wanted to say the following sentences:

"Oh, well then. I guess me, child who knows nothing, can go and play on the lawn now with the other stupid children."

"Oh really! Where did you read that? People magazine? Wikipedia?"

"Why did you ASK, then?"

"Really? Do they squeeze all the little onions into microscopic pieces and put them in the sauce? Because I can't see any."

"Excuuuuse me, rude. I was just trying to help."

I don't know where these people learned that it was okay to chew out children who "obviously know nothing", but it's not nice and it makes other people feel terrible. I know I look older, but I don't look thirty and like I know everything, I was just trying to be helpful. Besides, if this lady knew that there were onions in canned chili, why did she ask if there were onions in the chili? And the wet guy could have gone and changed before eating even if we had opened on time, because the food will still be there when he gets back. I could have promised that no ravenous grizzly bears or wombats or fire-breathing dragons will crash through the walls and ceiling and eat everything in sight just so he couldn't have any. People are people and they eat normal amounts of food. Duh. I'm just glad that I have close friends if not family that work in Hospitality that will defend me if anything comes around. Especially Patty. Oh, she needs an entire paragraph.

Patty is the sweetest lady you could ever meet. She has a sweet tone of voice and an attractive personality. She makes professional-looking costumes and other clothes, and loves doing so. When I heard her talk about how much she wanted to make a Kaylee dress (from Firefly, I will post a picture), I couldn't help but volunteer. She seemed very surprised and was so happy, I couldn't not have been happy. However, upon volunteering to do that, she now must make me every Kaylee outfit that was invented. Ah, well. That's Patty for you. Picture of dress here:

I'm sorry, I just am not in a good mood. My brother threw perfectly good playing cards at me and some landed in the bathtub and got wet, and then he continued to mumble and complain that I wasn't hanging out with him that night. Hm! I wonder why! And this isn't helped by the fact that five minutes later, he comes a-knocking at my door again with my new fake fangs, and when I open the door, he will not give me my fangs unless I give him a good reason for being "mean" to him. I told him that I wasn't intentionally being mean to him, I was just in a really bad mood and didn't want to deal with his crap, and still wouldn't give me my fangs. I simply said, "Okay then, leave!" and shut the door in his face, still not wanting to deal with his crap, and I had put up with enough of everybody's crap within the past three days. Only one more day, though, and then it's school.

Oh boy.