Well, all right, JournalCon. is tomorrow and I haven’t packed yet, of course, and of course I don’t have swag again and I have met exactly zero of my three roommates, and my buddy Sundry is staying here in Seattle and I’m going to miss her, and it’s so different this year than last, you know, when I was all worried that everyone would hate me, and maybe everyone did hate me but if they did they sure did a good job of hiding it and I guess I’m just going to wear jeans and flip flops the whole weekend because I hate all my clothes and to be honest, my clothes all sort of hate me so I am just going to let everyone else be cute and it’s weird, I can’t even summon up enough scary bad feelings to care that everyone else is going to be cute because I know I’m going to see a lot of people there I really like, and that is going to be awesome, and even the people I don’t know yet probably I will like and I wouldn’t say I was part of any mythological online journaling in-crowd because COME ON but I do have to say there’s something nice about emailing pretty girls you met last year in a karaoke bar and telling them you plan to kiss them maybe even right on the mouth when you see them and the pretty girls write back right away and give you their cell numbers and it’s probably as close to feeling like a rock star as I’m ever going to get which is pretty cool although it potentially would be better to be a real rock star but that’s perhaps a subject for a different entry because we’re talking about JournalCon here, babies, and it’s good to feel mellow and it’s good to not care about being the cutest and the funniest and the bestest writer because obviously I’m not the bestest writer, as my use of the phrase “bestest writer” might attest but that’s totally cool because it’s nice to live completely in a single world for a weekend, with all your online friends who are totally hot and some of whom may kiss you if you ask politely and who know all the same stories and want to hear the same gossip and all of that I mean obviously we all have real lives or whatever but it’s nice to just soak in the rich medium of the online journaling thing and you guys do know, right, that writing for this site is one of my favorite things I do ever in my life and that’s including several things I don’t feel comfortable mentioning on a family website, so that’s very cool and also, did I tell you that I’ve been invited to read a couple of entries at the Invited Readings thing that happens, oddly enough to be at nine on Sunday morning, which would be the morning after karaoke, which means I’ll be reading to precisely no one but that’s all right, I didn’t go to any of the readings last year because I am a bad mean con-attendee and it serves me right that no one’s going to come to mine but I’m still very honored to be asked because even though I get some very nice email sometimes from people I don’t even know who for some reason read my journal, I still am not completely convinced that I’m writing this to anyone which I guess again is a subject for another entry except I’m pretty sure that it’s against the rules to write about your journal in your own journal but whatever, who cares, I forgot to tell you that the identity of the Mystery Mix CD Maker has been revealed to that of my work friend Dr. M, which is so great and she’s promised to give me the playlist which perhaps I will post here so that everyone can make their own Mysterious Mixes of Mystery for their ownselves and speaking of mix CDs I’m totally excited to get Monty’s swag CDs this year and why is it that we both live in Seattle but we only see each other at out-of-state JournalCons, it is so so sad but it’s happy to think that he may sing karaoke again this year, something I will most assuredly not be doing because I totally, totally biffed at my very first time doing public karaoke, at this crazy place called The Rickshaw that had some really good but very possessive regulars and I saw this one girl do “Gonna Make You Sweat” in such a fashion that the angels hovered above and sang sweet choruses because she was so, so good, in stark contrast to my own “Tainted Love” stylings and I guess I should admit that I’m a)not a great singer and b) not a great singer of New Wave songs even though I c) totally believe, erroneously, that I am a good singer, especially of New Wave songs, but my hideous defeat at The Rickshaw has evidenced otherwise, and amply so, and so once again I will not be singing at JournalCon karaoke but merely soaking it all in, being around all these people I know through their journals and who I think are uniformly so amazing and awesome and cool and pretty, and I’m totally going to have to find some way to do pimp hands at some point during the weekend, and that’s just going to be great, and I guess I should get packed or something because I have a pretty early flight tomorrow and by the way I am totally going to do a links-of-love entry when I get back if I can figure out how to get pictures from camera to computer and everything that entails, yay JournalCon 2004!
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