"A heads up to everyone who is or has has been feeling sick after Katsucon, it has been confirmed that one of the flu strains that has made people sick is the H1N1 virus. If you’re feeling sick or have flu symptoms, PLEASE get to a doctor to prevent further spread of the virus. As a word of advise, if you’re feeling sick or running a fever, you should not be exposing an entire convention to your illness. Stay in bed, drink plenty of fluids and get some rest. No con is worth exposing thousands of people to a virus."
A member of staff just passed away due to this virus after contracting it at con.
Wanted to give a heads up to my followers—I’m absolutely appalled that someone would bring H1N1 to a convention. If you’re sick, stay at home or stay in your room or something—cons are NOT amazingly essential parts of your life to the point where it’s necessary to not miss one at all costs.
1. I like you.
2. I heart you.
3. I miss you already.
4. You’re my favorite.
5. You’re special.
6. You make me so happy.
7. I opposite-of-hate you.
8. I really really really really like you… but not in the uncomfortable way.
9. I’m in like with you.
10. Honey, you’re just… you’re just great. Real… great.
11. If you were, like, my friend, I would totally say “I LOVE YOU” right now, but I can’t because we’re really casually dating.
12. You’re the best.
13. I super like being around you.
14. I like your face.
15. I like-like you.
16. I liiiikkkkee you.
17. I’m twitterpated with you.
18. I adore you.
19. I less than three you.
20. I made waffles."
Things We Say When We’re Not Quite Ready to Say “I Love You” [x](via grump-ie)
A year ago I was sitting in a hospital, wearing scrubs and drinking coffee six to seven times a day just to have something to do. I met addicts, alcoholics, homeless, schizophrenics, and all combinations of the three plus many more. I met people. I realized I was a person.
A year ago, I sat on a window sill and three other patients around my age looked out the window at the frozen pond. There were ducks outside, trying to walk on the ice. A smaller one kept trying and failing and we were busting our asses laughing at the best entertainment we had all week.
A year ago, I walked into the common room and saw one patient who was incapable of interacting with others sitting in front of the TV watching The Walking Dead. On a Thursday, I conned the nurses into switching to Archer, and got to watch a whole thirty seconds of the opening before they changed the channel because it’s considered triggering.
A year ago, I sat at lunch and the guy across from me asked me why I was there. I told him depression, anxiety, that I was mentally /sick/ and needed to be. This guy, my age and the son of wealthy doctors and recovering from an opiate addiction, stared at me. “You’re not depressed,” he told me.
That stuck with me.