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Well shit. Once I sort through the pictures and everything, I'll do a proper update on Ohio. The short version is that Snare and her family (and their puppy omfg) are all super special awesome, and I had a wonderful time. Not having much time to reminisce over it right now, unfortunately, because upon my return home, I'm having several dilemmas at the same time. One, as usual, is Japan. It's this ever-looming thing that's only getting closer and closer as the days go by, and even though I got my plane tickets and mailed out for my visa and have my housing paperwork ready to mail, I'm still hugely stressed about it. Two, also rather as usual if the last four years are anything to go by, is that I yet again don't have a cosplay for ConnectiCon. Mom thinks I ought to go as someone with a simpler outfit that I can buy off a cosplay site (she picked Kairi, saying that I look like her. If only she understood the irony.), but she's entirely missing the point, which is that: To which she said it's my own stupid fault for procrastinating on it for so long. Which, granted, I did procrastinate. But even if I had the materials for the fucking thing, it's not like I could have made it without help. Largely due to the fact that I don't have a working sewing machine anywhere in my house. And three, my fucking contact lenses. I got them on Thursday and wore them for four hours like they told me to, and was miserable. I had a hard time getting them out because they dried to my eyeballs. Then I went to Ohio, and could not be arsed trying to learn how to use the fucking things while I was on vacation, because I would have been in a horrible mood, so I just wore my glasses. Yesterday (Monday) I was supposed to wear them for five hours but only could stand them for four and a half because they're so uncomfortable and I can't SEE with them. So today I refuse to wear them, and I'm going to see the doctor on Thursday, because I know for a fact that the left one is the wrong prescription AND the wrong size. She said so when she gave them to me. I'm not fucking wearing something that's not even right for my eye. Has anyone else had such a horrible time with their first pair of contacts? Because everyone I've talked to so far says that they could see just fine with theirs, even this early on. With mine, my vision is blurry no matter how close or far away I'm trying to look. And the left one is scratchy as hell. So yeah, basically coming home was a lousy idea and I wish I was still in Ohio.
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