Well, I just got back from the awesome Deviant Art Meet in Vancouver today, and it was awesome. You can tell it's awesome, because I'm using awesome so many times, which clearly means it's awesome. I got to see the new V.5 of Deviant Art, and it was really kewl. I can't really say anything about it in fear of a horrible mauling, but trust me, it's pretty damn smexy. Too bad the Future Shop people kicked us out before we could see everything... or at least I didn't see everything, because I was staring at the retardedness of a 512MB memory stick for $50, while there was a 1GB not to far away, that was slightly cheaper. Then we went to Canada Place where we watched those weird planes that can land on water, land on water. I'm sorry for the poor clarity of this paragraph, because there was a Cannabis Day festival thing where the Deviant Art Meet people were suppose to meet. Everyone was smoking cannabis, smoking cannabis with a bong thing, and digesting cannabis in the form of brownies and cookies, which seems like a waste of cannabis, because I don't believe you can get a cannabis high from eating it in brownie and/or cookie form. Since I'm noticing this is becoming less lucid as a write, here's a brief/inaccurate schedule of what happened today.
11:30am - Got dropped out in front of the Vancouver Art Gallery, and headed to Burger King to eat Brunch.
12:00pm - Left Burger King after eating lunch, and went to Future Shop to look around.
1:30pm - After getting frustrated from trying multiple times to beat the Level 5 Standard Level (Bowser) in Tetris DS, I left Future Shop, and went to the supposed meeting grounds for the Deviant Art Meet.
1:40pm - I sit beside the fountain on the Georgia side of the Art Gallery, and attempt to read my Vol 1 of Bleach, but remembered I'm not an Otaku, so I can't read Japanese.
1:45pm - I notice there are lots of weird people/hobos walking around this side of the Vancouver Art Gallery. I ignore them, and continue staring at the pretty pictures in my volume of Bleach.
1:50pm - I smell some really, really fucked up smelling smoke emanating in front of me, and I see a circle of weird looking people, gathering around what looks like a bong. I flee to the other side of the Gallery.
1:51pm - I go to the other side of the Vancouver Art Gallery, and notice there's a crazy English person in a straight jacket, with two people chaining him. I slowly realize that the crazy English person is an escape artist, so I watch.
2:10pm - The crazy English man managed to escape by pulling one chain over his head, causing a chain reaction of all the other chains loosening up. He then dislocated his shoulder, to escape the straight jacket, which was pretty awesome. He then asked for money. I gave him some money, because it was awesome.
2:11pm - I realize it's around 2:00pm, so I stupidly decided to search for any Deviants who came early. I began an endless loop around the Art Gallery.
2:30pm - I went around the Art Gallery about 10 times. I almost threw up twice going through the cannabis party, so I sat down and attempted to doodle.
2:40pm - I stop doodling, realizing I couldn't draw on my knee. I then realize the real problem is that I can't draw anyway. I go to where the crazy English man was, and instead, there was another guy, who was juggling flaming torches of flaming death. I sit down to watch, wondering if he would burn himself.
3:10pm - The other guy does an awesome finale, and some people clap... including me. I give him the exact amount I gave to the crazy English person, because he was equally awesome as the crazy English person. I then realize its past 3:00pm, so I search around again.
3:15pm - I walk around the Art Gallery around 2 more times, at a slower pace, since I couldn't see well, because I forgot my glasses. It's really damn hot outside, so I enter the actual gallery. I see a group of people in the gallery. I ponder whether or not this is the Deviant Art meet, and wander around the group. I then notice the "Deviant Art Meet, Vancouver July 1st 2006" poster thing, and realize I found my salvation. I then notice
MyMorphine is in the group, who I didn't see in the beginning, because I didn't have my glasses. I am gladdened I know at least one person there. I then look around, and wonder where
dizzygeckotree is, because he said he would come. I believe Dizzy forgot, was busy, or was lost in the Cannabis party.
3:22pm - All the deviants there sign a big poster
spyed and
JaninaZ brought with them. I ask if we use our real names, or our usernames. Someone says we write our username in an obvious tone. I feel stupid, which is nothing new.
4:30pm - For about an hour, we wander around the Art Gallery. No one really cares about the art, and most people are talking about miscellaneous things. I attempt to join, until I realize I'm a dooshbagel at making interesting conversations. I listen instead, and end up saying something about my age. I'm 13. Most people thought I was 15. I then commented I can go to the PG-14 Movies. Someone comments that by 15, I'll be able to get into bars. I laugh, and then continue to listen to the older Deviants talk.
4:45pm - We go to the Vancouver Art Gallery's cafe thing, as some of the people are thirsty. I look at the menu, and realize the cafe's a fancy pancy place from pancy fancy land, as they serve bottled wine, and pie, that isn't pie, but is kinda like pie... but it isn't... since it's called quiche or something. People order food/coffee/drinks. I search for Dr.Pepper, but don't find any, so I get some Canada Dry instead.
5:30pm - For a while, people compare camera's. I don't understand camera lingo, so I just listen, and try to interpret things as best as I could. Some souls were taken in the form of picture taking, but my soul is still safe, because it's in one of those insane Swiss Banks in Switerzerland. I try to draw some things, but I then remember once again, that I cannot draw. Some discussion is made on V.5 of Deviant Art, and Spyed says he'll show it to us... if we can find a usable computer. One of the Deviants says he knows a place, and we follow him to wherever the hell we're going. Some people call him Moses, and O' Great One. I laugh.
5:32pm - Some people want to the go the gift store, so we stay there for a few minutes. I find a really strange clock that I can't really explain, and a weird calendar thing. Another Deviant and I, discover a bug in it, as you can't have a 30 day month. He says the phrase, "Back to the drawing board." I play around with the calendar, and find out you can make a 30 day month. I was about to proclaim my discovering, until I realized everyone was leaving. I rush out the gift store.
5:34pm - We find out that the place our messiah knew about, is closed for Canada Day. We then remember Future Shop is still open, so we go there instead.
5:36pm - We arrive at Future Shop. We go to the computer section, and we locate two usable computers. One of them was a Mac, and I was terrified as I rediscovered that its mouse was only one button. I back away from it like poison, and head toward the other computer where Spyed was showing V.5. JaninaZ used the Mac, having developed some kind of immunity to its outlandishness, and made a list of the Deviants that came to the meet, and sent it to herself through the Note system. She is confused if my account is real, and checks it. I feel somewhat ashamed as my crappy account comes on, after a bunch of much, much awesomer accounts. I feel new motivation to make better deviations. It feels funny.
5:45pm - We're kicked out of Future Shop, and we wonder what we should do. Some people suggest a movie, which most of us agree on, until someone says the beach. We like that idea more, and we head toward the waterfront.
5:55pm - For some reason (I forgot), we head toward Canada Place.
5:58pm - Some people enter a Canadian Souvenir shop. I question their intelligence and sanity, until I remember most people who entered were American, which would make sense. We also pass the EA Games building... it felt weird to me for some reason.
6:10pm - We watch weird water plane things land in the water. One of the more intelligent/experienced Deviants who live in Vancouver tell JaninaZ and Spyed about the awesomeness of Vancouver. He then tells the story of when the floating Chevron gas station exploded when a water plane crashed into it. Fun times.
6:20pm - JaninaZ says they have to leave around 7pm, because they have other stuff to do. Spyed seems uninformed of the stuff they must do at 7pm. Or it was something like that. I forgot.
6:25pm - JaninaZ begins to talk about what we should do for the next Deviant Art meet. She said we should've gone to Stanley Park, and meet at the totem poles. She then said we should make a Deviant Art totem pole, and leave it there for the civilians to gaze upon its shiny awesome glory. I comment that it would be awesome. Spyed then talks about one of the most successful Deviant Art meets, which was at an amusement park. Someone says the next Deviant Art meet should be at the Vancouver PNE or Playland. I think everyone said that would be awesome.
6:50pm - One of the Deviants wants a picture of everyone. Someone comments that we should just watch as we give the camera to a total stranger, and then he/she runs off with the camera. That doesn't happen, and the stranger takes a picture of everyone. I believe some people were left out of the picture do to poor/careless photography skills. Spyed and JaninaZ have to go do other stuff at this point Spyed shakes my hand, and comments about something involving trustworthiness. MyMorphine comments that I'm not trustworthy. Spyed says I look somewhat trustworthy. MyMorphine disagrees, because we go to the same school, and she knows I'm distrust worthy. I don't know how she knew, but my main guess is that her high level of intelligence has given her telekinetic abilities. That, or it's fairly obvious I'm not trustworthy. I don't really care, since my level of trustworthiness has long been a published fact. Or something. Be quiet.
7:00pm – A number of the Deviant leave, as we are without a leader. The remaining Deviants said that they required coffee to continue to function properly. I follow, but I say I'm not getting any coffee. Someone asks why. I explain that for some unknown reason, caffeine has an opposite effect on me, which makes my drowsy. I don't remember what happened after I said that.
7:10pm - We wander around for a Starbucks, and cross the street to Waterfront Mall. Someone spots a Starbucks in Canada Place. We re-cross the road, which felt like a waste of energy to me. People purchase coffee, while I purchase some weird juice in a plastic bottle thing. One of the three flavors said something about Vitamin C, so I took that one. I took it because I don't want to get scurvy, because scurvy sucks arse. I drink the weird juice. It's delicious, but I discovered that it made my drowsy. I curse the juice, but I finish the rest anyway. MyMorphine commented that I was looking weird. I reply, saying that for some unknown reason, the juice is making me sleepy. I don't remember if any more comments were made.
7:20pm - Everyone leaves Starbucks, and some people want to go joy riding on the Sky Train. I try to ninja escape, but I'm unsuccessful, as one of the Deviants spot me before I could vanish. I explain I must escape like a ninja, since that's the most honorable way to leave for a Panda. I forgot what happened after, but I remember everyone's attention was to buying ticket transfer things. I found my opportunity, and escaped. I was successful, and bought a can of Dr.Pepper to celebrate my victory.
7:35pm - I head to the bus stop, and hop on a UBC [4] Bus, and ride to my parent's shop, since I'm temporarily living there for a while.
7:50pm - I arrive at my parent's shop. I eat dinner, which consists of bread buns, and various dishes that are too tiresome to list.
8:00pm - I set up the computer, and begin to write this journal entry.
8:30pm - I make some tea, since it's the only beverage that will effect me like caffeine. I continue writing this journal entry.
10:00pm - I'm pretty much finish writing this journal entry. I just need to double check it now.
10:10pm – I put this entry on Microsoft Word, and realize it's 5 pages in it's default format. I suddenly become less motivated to double check this. I make up the excuse that I'm still high from the cannabis, so I'm in no condition to double check my writing. My other personalities agree to this excuse, and I use it. I then quickly realize that would be bastardous, so I decide to double check anyway.
10:43pm – I finish doing a quick check, and finish up the journal. I then decide to make it look shiny.
10:48pm - I'm finish making this journal look shiny. I then realize no one is crazy enough to read this far down. I feel saddened.
Yay, I summarized the Deviant Art meet in around 2-3 hours.
Fun times. :3
