So... I was super excited and ready to go to Momo-con, just for Menewsha. I mean, I really don't like anime so I wasn't motivated for any other reason, but seriously, people. It was Menewsha's first convention! I just HAD to be there. Nevermind the long drive from Illinois to Georgia or the fact that I'm broke or that I was still in school studying for exams. None of that mattered to me that fateful morning.
As soon as my alarm went off, I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs like a hysterical maniac. Grabbing a quesadilla for breakfast, I got into my mom's car and took off without letting her know that I was going to borrow it for a few days. To my utter dismay, the car spontaneously caught on fire while I was cruising down I-80 at 75 miles per hour.
When I staggered out of the blazing vehicle, I was nearly killed by a deranged motorcyclist who looked eerily similar to Jacob Black from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series. Fortunately, the rest of the traffic slowed down, allowing me to crawl to the side of the highway, whimpering in pain. From there, I quickly called a taxi and continued on my way. I was going to make sure that nothing could deter me from making it to the con!
When I reached the general location of the convention, I was dismayed that it was extremely foggy outside. I couldn't see any of the signs or buildings clearly! Deciding to ask for directions (rather than be late), I stepped toward the first person I could find--in this case, an old man with a wobbly cane and beard as long as Dumbledore's. I asked him about the con, but his reply did not amuse me.
"Whaaaaaaat?" he stammered, leaning toward me in confusion. "I couldn't hear anything you just said."
"MOMO-CON!" I screamed, "THE CONVENTION.. MOMO-CON! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I NEED TO BE THERE FOR MENEWSHA!!!"
"Huh?" the old man looked at me strangely.
Sighing in frustration, I rumaged through my bag and found some Q-tips. I pulled one out of the box and held it out for him. Instead of taking it, he gave me a quizzical look, as if he'd never seen a Q-tip before.
Seriously? I thought to myself. How can this guy not know what a Q-tip is? No wonder he can't hear anything.
I stuck the Q-tip in my ear, showing him what it was used for so that he could help me out in a moment. However, when I pulled it out, I noticed that my hearing was all fuzzy. I couldn't hear anything in my left ear! The old man laughed and walked away as I began to panic. Fortunately for me, a police officer stopped by because he noticed that I looked distressed. He drove me to the hospital to get my hearing checked out.
In the end, it turned out that I got the end of the Q-tip stuck in my ear and I had to get it surgically removed. ;__;
And that's why I couldn't make it to the convention. I tried to make it, I really did, but you know how things in life don't always turn out. I'd like a female t-shirt if I'm chosen... :angel: