Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike

Pennsic!

Once again camping with O'Choda.

This time Nico is going along for the ride. So it's just Dale left in the house. Every time someone leaves he gets sadder. lol... At least Juliet won't be alone. She's been squirrely as fuck lately. She KNOWS. I sewed the bell back on her "baby" so at least she has some happy. And Carl is gonna pop on by to play with her.

I just drank this "neuro sleep" shit and I swear to GOD I'm gonna pass out.

One day we'll be done tying shit to the car before 3:30am. ARGGGG.

Anyrate. Shiny side up, rubber side down, y'all.

See ya in 2 weeks :)

I am trying to figure out my life this year, vacation wise.

I have Pennsic XL that I must go to.
I WANT to go to Cali in February for Tia's baby shower (hoarding cash like whoa starting... yesterday.)
I want to go to Wickerman, and that's close enough and cheap enough that I think we can swing it.
I want to go to Dark Odyssey Winter Fire, but $$$.
I want to go to FetFest, but $$$.

And all of these require unpaid time off of work. Which is no huge deal. But still kind of arg. Cause I work weekends. My schedule is usually Mon/Wed/Fri/Sat/Sun. And most of these events (aside from 2 weeks of Pennsic) are, yep. Fri/Sat/Sun/Mon.

Which is rough.

*lip nibbles*

Also, did I mention I might think about going back to school? We'll see. Maybe in September. I have to check a bunch of things out. It's a gray thing.

Pennsic is upon us. I'm leaving in a few hours.

For the first time in a LONG time I am really not excited. I'm excited to be with some people, but for war itself? Not really. How fucked up is that? I mean.

Normally at this time, I AM GIDDY. I mean, aside from last year, when that whole flood thing happened.

I am so tired I am shaking. Makes sense seeing as I've been routinely staying up until 4 or 5, if not later and then getting up at 10 or 11 and busting my ass.

Mainly sewing. I have sewed so much. Andrew said he didn't have enough pants. I just did inventory of his stuff, and HE HAS PLENTY. Oh well. He should have gotten more tunics. I am over it. With what he has, he has about twice as much garb as anyone else.

And me.

Jesus Christ.

I am slowly working on my persona. I have it in talks with Glynis about changing my name (Synnovea is not period, yet Synnöve is. Whatever. GIVE ME MY NAME. As long as I'm still Synn. And I can have Katarzyna as my middle name. Gotta give props to the great grandma.) This new fun name is Synnöve is a derivative of Sunniva, which is Swedish. GUESS WHO'S GONNA BE A NORSE BITCH.

Anyrate. TANNNGENT. This has made me with 3 viking aprons. One of which is an abortion to the word sewing. I have no idea what I did. And I had one short sleeved underdress, and one long sleeved dark blue one. It's kind of fug. But thankfully it's dark blue and it's hard to see the fuck ups. But then Z made me a natural muslin one and one out of my GORGEOUS green linen. SQUEE. And she did a tunic out of a pretty cotton linen blend.

Not to mention all the shit I have anyways. Skirts, pants, bog dresses. You know.

Stuff.

So I filled 2 rather large rubbermaid totes. Christ.

This year I am taking 5 pairs of shoes. These fantastic biker wellies I got, cause I AM TIRED OF TRENCH FOOT. I have Sandlars and I'm going to take them, but they bend in a weird spot and make me cry. I was crippled for about a week cause of where they bend on my pinky toe on my left foot. I need to get them fixed. Yay faire. Or war. HA. I'd prefer to see Bootstrap Brian though, cause Eric is kind of a douche. Then I have my Medieval Moccasins. And a slip on pair of crappy mundane shoes to hit up the Classic in. And then. My sandals of amazing. I love my hiking sandals. They are the only shoe in, I cannot even remember when, that haven't ever given my feet an issue. I WORE THEM AT THE GYM. I proved my point to myself. Favoritest shoes. And they're even awesome in water.

I am also taking a bunch of vag meds. Cause once you get a UTI at war, you NEVER EVER EVER want that again.

Downstairs looks like a war zone. We also have a bunch of like, Cliff Bars cause Andrew LOVES them for meal replacements. And he didn't get a chance to make a wood closet, so I had to buy a new one. Unfortunately, they didn't have a single one, so we are going to have a double one. Thing is gonna be fucking huge. But, now my boy gets to hang clothes. Exciting for him.

SHIT. Where is my wire stand?? Prolly downstairs. MUST find that tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I have to make sure we get Ramen (omfg, is that stuff the shit at war), find my nightstand (which is prolly broken down and leaning against something in the basement, but I already was loud down there when Steve & Erica were sleeping and I didn't know they were there), and break down the bed. Oi.

Andrew is still woodworking at the Haven. That boy has worked his ASS off. For someone not 100% sure about woodworking, I am impressed with what he's done. I've gone there quite a bit to help him. Staining or scraping or cutting or drawing. Might as well do something when I'm there. He can't use power tools alone. OH! Last night I sewed burlap sacks to put the coolers in.

Why am I even blathering about this? I am so tired. And I have a cuddly warm kitten in my lap. I'm gonna miss her. Uncle Carl is gonna cuddle up on her when we're gone. He takes care of all the widdle aminals when we bamf for war. Heh.


1. Where are you camping?
E23, bitches. I think we're closer to Vlad's this time around though.

2. When are you arriving?
We should land around sunset Friday if everything goes according to plan *crosses crossables*

3. What cool stuff are you doing?
Waterbearing as HHH, security shift, possible Troll shift, drinking, CLASSIC, hanging out with friends, walking around, people watching.

4. Name:
Synnovea Katarzyna d'Mer. Prolly the last year for that.

Since it spellbinds people.

I like living in Maryland, but it is RIDICULOUS to keep a car on the road.

First, I spent over a hundred dollars to the MVA (MD's name for the DMV) for what I thought was my registration. Apparently it was for a month's registration and I paid for my SALES TAX. It's ridiculous. Then I had to pass their 500 point inspection. Which *so* didn't happen. $1300 later, my car is given the OK. Fuhhhcking retarded. So I go back to the MVA and have to pay more than $100 AGAIN for 2 years of registration. Not to mention what it cost to even get a license. I mean, in NJ I could have had my car registered for a year for $45. That's $90 for 2 years. still $30+ cheaper than this state. Not to mention our inspection/emissions are free. That apparently is $100 total.

It's fucking stupid. And it makes me ANGRY!! But hey. The insurance is cheaper. *nosebleed*

Anyrate.

Last night, Andrew & I took my now legal car (my emissions are due in March, so whatever.) to the Home Despot. Violated their lumber section.

Andrew is going to make a yurt door for Gene since he convinced him to throw away the behemoth that was stuck to his yurt. Then we'll make one for us.

He's also going to make me a wooden wardrobe cause he likes to give himself work. I'm sure it'll be beautiful.

Tomorrow is also his birthday! So we're having a shindig at the Haven. Should be fun. We're getting a cake. Mmm. Cake.

We're also due for 4 feet of fucking snow. I'm ignoring that.

*beams*

Time for foods.

Home.

From war.

Team We Survived Pennsic Mud reporting in.

If it was important, PLEASE LINK ME. I refuse to even see how many feckin' entries I'd have to go back.

I have been crafty today.

I had to fix some issue with CVS & my thyroid pills. When I get back from war, I will have to call ye olde doctore and figure out what the FUCK has been going on with my constant "refills require authorization". It's bullcrap.

Anyrate.

I had to fix a pair of pants (my purple pants! they ripped in the crotch, and not along a seam! WTFMATE), so I reinforced the green pants which are the same materials. And fixed a pair of undies. Hahah...

Then I went to Joanne's where I got some duck cloth and curtain weights and made us a door for the yurt. We were going to use a shower curtain, but they're all made to be used with a liner, and are sorta transparent. UHHH. No. I don't need people checking out inside our yurt without knocking. Heh.

I made a kick ass door. It's weighted evenly and it fits the pole and everything is nice and dark when it's up.

See?



That's the downstairs bathroom.

I also made Andrew lunch/dinner, since they're all over there packing up the Haven.

I put a second coat of ScotchGuard on my cloak, pulled all my stuff downstairs and into one pile and now, I'm going to finish the neck coolers for war!! OH! And set up my closet! I hope it's not missing any rods. Eek. Heh. Did I mention I made a bag for that? It's so choice.

TOMORROW!! AAHHH!!!

I made me a pair of nekkid pants.

Andrew bought 3 colors of the most AWESOME fabric. It's so soft (especially after I washed it) and it's the same type of material as my orange over shirt. WHICH I ADORE.

The last time Z & I were sewing, she made a naked outfit. Like, she is fully covered. However, it's all REALLLLLLLYYY diaphanous material, and leaves *NOTHING* to the imagination.

Well, I now have a non imagination required pair of pants. They are SO SOFT.

Tomorrow I'm making a tunic.

These are a cream color, there's also a lighter brown, and a light olive green. I think I'm making a green tunic. And it shall be cozy. OH YES. :D :D

I did, however, forget that since this is wrinkly material, that it would stretch. So the waist is up to my tits, and the pants bell out over my feet. Heh. Whoops.

I LOVE THEM!

3 days till war. JESUS!!!

I'm totally prepared. I don't know why I'm still sewing. *grins*

I don't even know why I'm updating. Just winding down from the drive I guess.

I'm at Z's house, jacking someone's internet from across the parking lot I think. Seeing as the internets only really seem to work from the dining room.

Heh.

Got home from D&D around 1, showered, putzed and got back to Z's around 2:45.

Pennsic sewwwinnnggg... arrgg..

I had the most GORGEOUS royal purple striped linen material, and I measured it wrong cause I doubted teh Z, and lo. I dun fucked it up.

*furious*

So I'm going to try and fix it tomorrow later, and pray it doesn't look too ghetto.

*kitteh yawn*

BTW.

42 Days.
11 Hours.
36 Minutes.
58 Seconds.

Okay, so I'm always talking about being at the Haven and shit. That's Gene & Steve's private nerd club. I'm not kidding. Check out The Haven.

The NJ/NY area really needs something like this. We sometimes refer to it as Gene & Steve's "little social experiment". Heh.

Anyrate. Mah Geck Koom Bah, House Hedgehog, is under Gene's wily tutelage. This year, our asses were building our A-Frame canvas tents & Yurts.

( Here be pictures. )

Heavy fighting! Atlantian style. Yes, I consort with the enemy. Don't tell East Kingdom on me.

( Boffers on the lawwwnnn )

Yes. Those are the geeks I spend quality time with. You are jealous. I know it.

<3 my nerds.