The weekend over at Desucon went really well, and I felt a lot better after having been there, hoping that that would last at least some while. Now things seem to suck a bit more than back then, and I don't know if it's just my bad Karma from the past or just plain bad luck. First the remaking of the Gynoid Cyrah took a bad turn after spraying it with clear coat, resulting in most of the black and silver colored facial markings that I had drawn for several days to run down the clear coat like piss on a wall. Being somewhat angry and annoyed by this, I thought I might as well run through all my unseen horror films now that I was in a bad mood already and could watch all the other action films and comedy films later on to get the mood all better again. Needing a better silver marker to fix the paintjob on Cyrah's face, I drove my new Vespa scooter to a town nearby with two malls in it, but of course on the way the traffic was completely jammed for some time with myself on a little Vespa in front of a huge truck. Thankfully the jam was caused by road construction only and not an accident, nor did I get squeezed by the truck either. And then I came to the malls, only to see all the lights were gone, thinking for a second that they were about to close, but in fact the power had gone from both malls a while ago. No one could buy anything or see anything either. I was just about to drive to the next town until I heard the stores there were probably closed anyway, so I had to walk around the town and wait for the power to come back. A grocery store in the town still had some power for some reason, so I bought some food and drink that I consumed while sitting on my Vespa. Walking around the dark malls some more just for the fun of walking around in dark malls, the power came back after maybe an hour, then I bought a few books that I wanted and a few thin black and silver markers for Cyrah's facial markings. Seeing as the new Cyrah will look twice as shiny and updated, I decided to buy a really reflective chrome fabric for her new clothes. I wanted to take a shortcut back home to avoid the traffic jam again, so I drove down a road I thought would only take me next to the town and home instead of through it, but as it turned out, I got completely lost and didn't even know where I was heading or where I was. Still it was quite nice though with lots of mountains and oceans, and even huge fantasy looking forests as far as the eye could see. Coming home from that unnecessarily long shortcut, I had to repaint Cyrah's face and apply the new silver marker to where I had applied the old one before, then I clear coated it only to see yet again how the markers ran down the face like piss on a wall. That pissed me off enough to watch more horror movies at night. Later I just thought to hell with it and applied an even shinier aluminum foil on Cyrah's face instead of using the silver marker, and that worked pretty well actually. While waiting for Cyrah's paintjob to dry, I decided to fix the scratches on my Vespa's luggage box, so I filled them with bondo, sanded that flat, painted it with primer, red paint, and then clear coat. Still the finish was much too greyish pink and dull in comparison to the rest of the paintjob, so that was not really a success. To make that even worse, when driving back home again at night, I rolled the Vespa too far backwards on the outdoor tile floor until it bounced down the concrete stairs towards my front door sidings where the luggage box came crashing into the wall, making one of the mounting brackets break off and the whole damn Vespa fell right to the ground where the whole right front of it and a lot of parts were scratched up because it was simply too heavy to pull back up straight once it started leaning. Luckily it was insured to get all new replacement parts if anything should happen, so I'll just let it be at that and think no more of it to avoid it bothering me. This is probably a good chance for me to get a brand new flawless luggage box anyway as the one I had was already scratched when I bought it. Onto something completely different, I'm not really sure about my future anymore. I used to know where it would head, even including this exact apartment and the homes to come after that, and I sure knew who I would end up with, at least I think I knew. That nearly destroyed me once after thinking my evil ex-fianceé was the one I was supposed to be with since she had dark skin and black hair with red highlights like the girl I would end up with, but of course I found out later she would be Asian and not a Latina girl like my ex-fiancée was. I also remembered later that her 5 red highlights weren't as mixed in as she made them just for the reason of proving she was the one I had foreseen, which she most definately was not. A short relationship with one Asian girl didn't lead to anywhere for a short while, and now my latest information is that my next girlfriend whoever she is will have a name starting with the letter R and will have something to do with the number 12. And now to the point; I've been looking for this Asian girl for years now, hoping I would maybe meet her at Desucon, but I didn't. Thousands of interesting white girls were there, a few who which had the sort of 1980's look I like that I thought didn't even exist anymore, and they were fun to talk to with some of them saying they liked Star Wars too. Now I'm not really sure who I will end up with anymore with all these different interesting girls everywhere. I just wish I could get some clearer answers about this, because if I did get a white girlfriend with an R name, there just might be a chance that I really would end up with that Asian girl I knew I'd end up with anyway, meaning I would have to endure another break-up again. Then again I was also meant to find a girl who's name started with M and had something to do with the number 20, and now that I've found her, she's just a friend who I have no idea why the hell I was supposed to find in the first place, so maybe this mysterious R with won't even be my next girlfriend, all I know is that whoever I'm supposed to be with had two red highlights on the right side of her head and three on the other, something that should be damn easy to identify even at the crowded Desucon. I got into this damn world of weird witches and evil psycic crap just to avoid such bad relationships and to find out if there were still some hope for my future, but it seems these exact things are the ones that burned me, so maybe I should just give it all up and just go with the wind, date whoever the hell I want no matter what race they are and do whatever I want to. Would be nice if that huge brown house I would own later became true though...
