Oh lord, could it be true? I actually have a busy schedule?

It /must/ be the apocalypse.

It’s true. This week there’s just asscakes of homework to be done, which, surprisingly enough, takes up too much time. I barely have the time to knit, and if anything, that should be an indicator.

Next week Friday, Bo Burnham concert, everybody. Oyes, that’s right. Bo Burnham will one day be my husband. And don’t you doubt it.

Then, the Friday after that, yaoi-con. /Yaoi-con/. FUCKING YAOI-CON.

And it gets better. There’s a spot open.

So my sister offered for me to take along a friend to yaoi-con when I go with her soon, and I don’t know why people aren’t already jumping up and down. I know I am.

Basically, whittled down to one pretty little point, you get to possibly skip school on Friday (depends on when we end up leaving) and embark on a five hour road trip to St. Louis with us. This means listening to random music at high blast and figuring out what slashy pairing the lyrics could relate to and stopping by at lots of Starbucks.

Then, after our epic road trip, we’ll arrive at St. Louis and drop off our stuff at a hotel before we go straight to the convention. Where there will be cosplaying, drag-racing (er, yes, it /is/ what it sounds like), fanfictioning, and all of that jazz. Oh, I’m getting fuzzy feelings inside.

And then, after a weekend full of yaoi and slash and yuri and femslash and all of the above and then some, we go home with armfuls of souvenirs and pictures in time for school on Monday.

HOW CAN YOU NOT BE TEMPTED?!

Come along. Literally. It. Will. Be. Amaxing.