If you want to hear a mystifying story that I stole about my friend related to DashCon sort of, it's full of hijinks, treachery, and repute:
A few weeks ago at my former school, a friend of mine was asked by the party planning/politics but doesn't know what down with cis means teacher what to add to the homecoming, (a football themed party if you aren't American/southern? I don't actually know where this is a thing, I don't fully understand the concept) now I have graduated, so I don't have the full story, I decided high school was stupid and I could waste my life elsewhere (but @throwingmelons has some firsthand experience, I didn't bother to reask her about any of the details but I figure she'll figure out when she sees and that I'm stealing her fame and will fill in the holes, if she doesn't try and change your minds).
Anyway as homecoming became more of a thing, the theme being after one of those like old victorian shows with the fancy rich people with their drama and their ankles, she secured a suggestion... a ball pit, I really think that I inspired this, I mean I got her onto Tumblr and told her about dashcon and she knows how much I love ballpits, we were supposed to go to one together but she said she had other plans that day, so really I should get some fame. She kept telling me stories of how people were 'not excited' about it and she was told she was 'ruining homecoming' and that this was 'a disaster waiting to happen' when I mentioned it to the people at my new school their response was 'what's DashCon?' and 'what's Tumblr?, is that like Twitter?' and 'you blog in 2024?' So clearly this had all of their blessing.
I told her you know what'd be funny or maybe she told me, but how much more fame does she need, so we'll say it's me, that I should go back to the school and buy a ticket so I can go, because it is seriously hilarious that I never went while I was there, but coming back after the fact, that leaves an admirable amount of pathetism, like singing Creep by Radiohead at a Kava bar at last call, (someone, knows what I'm referring to). I told her to ask my friends and enemies back at school if they were going, I needed to prepare a good look, she was thinking mime, I was think thinking SFX alien, so we had our own personal looks prepared, but I didn't want to be a friendless loser so I gave her an ultimatium, if you can't restore me to my former glory of constantly having beautiful people bowing at my feet, I don't want to go.
In school, last year, I had made her a mime once and the cops dragged her away for breaking dress code, and made me wipe her face of the crime, so it made sense this would be her outfit of choice, she was obviously planning something big, something disastrous. She wanted to make me into a fool, she wanted to ruin my reputation and for what? A ballpit and some hits on Tumblr? She wanted to be me, it was clear. And to insult my confidence in the process, of course, I think she's jealous of my mental stability and taste in music. (She likes Post rock and the Smiths, I like Post-Punk and the Cure).
