...it's november.

Yep. That's actually. Pretty much it. SORRY THAT I'M SO GODDAMN BORING, GUYS. Um. I think I might have to start taking commissions or something because I need three hundred and twenty bux by april. UM. Yes I am aware that I could just get off my ass and get a job. I think I might apply at Midoco, but the people down at the Bloor location scare me with thier tallness and tattoos and gauges and um. General hipster older-than-me air they give off @_____@
...The people at the Beaches seem nicer.
OR. I could be miserable and work at Shopper's Drug Mart. Either way i'd be getting minimum wage. BALLS.

Hhhmmm. What else, what else. ME AN' ARE GOING TO GET ACTION FIGURES. I gotta decide between Commie Batman and um. I dunno, if I can find a Scarecrow figure. DECISIONS DECISIONS. I don't even know if Commie Batman is THERE anymore. But the whole time I worked there (OH YEA I QUIT MY OLD JOB I GUESS I FORGOT TO TELL YOU)he's been sitting on the rack, I guess 'cus everyone's too embarrased to buy a Commie Batman.

Alright, does this cover everything since...june? Other than the fact that I should learn to update my journal more? Did I talk about Fan Expo? I don't think I did. Fuck it, you all know the deal. Eru goes to a convention, has fun, blows all her money on pocky and action figures.
I BOUGHT AN AQUAMAN. Woooosshh!
Also I was Golden age Flash for halloween. I just wanted to be a superhero without the spandex.


OKAY IS THAT IT? IS IT? OH! Um. This is important, kids.
and
WE'RE TOTALLY FUCKING DATING, YYEEESSSSS.
So. Y'know. I'm pretty damn happy about that \D

OKAY, I'M PRETTY SURE THAT'S IT. Eru, out!