Homecoming was fantastic! Everyone looked so wonderful, and our tent was the most visited one there. We had actual fighters from the Renaissance Festival come out and do demonstrations, we had actual royalty wandering around (which is easy to do when the secretary is the prince of the court every year in February), and we had REAL SWORDS at our tables for people to look at and pose with.

Have you ever had those dreams where you "wake up" and do an entire day's worth of work, only to actually wake up and then have to redo the entire day? Because that happened to me with the last tunic. I thought I had cut and pinned it, and I just needed to trim it. But as I went to grab the almost finished tunic, imagine my surprise when all I pulled from the bag was a giant bolt of fabric? Lo and behold, nothing was done. It was 8:30 the night before the festival, and the tunic was still just a lump of fabric sitting in my bag.

I have never made a garment so fast in my life. I measured, cut, pinned, sewed, and trimmed that bad boy in two and a half hours. And I hopefully will never make another piece that fast. It turned out great, indistinguishable from the other one, and I'm rather proud that I could sew straight lines while I was so tired, but that was physically draining. Never again, I promise myself, as I mentally think about the time crunch between the end of school and the next convention. It's nice to know how fast I can bang it out though, if I'm ever in a time pinch.

Anyways, the festival was amazingly fun, and while we're packing up this little boy who I had to convince to hold a sword (what little kid says no to holding a toy sword?) runs up and is like "I remember you!" I would hope so, there's only two vikings here and one has longer hair than the other. But he was so sad to see us packing up, and Noah (prince secretary) asks him if he'd like to be a knight of the royal court. That kid's eyes lit up, and he got down on one knee to be knighted. Even if no one else had come by to talk to us, I'm glad this kid had such a great time. And then we all bowed to him, and his sister became a handmaiden of the court, and they both ran off practically flying.

To understand how good Noah is at this staying in character job, let's just say that the most common theory amongst the club is that his Ren Faire costume isn't a costume at all; he's a time traveling victim of a witch's spell, and that's the outfit he landed in. I sometimes think he forgets what era we're in, as we've more than once had to instruct him how to use his phone and how to post the minutes to the club website. He just seems so confused. But he's really good at period acting, so we'll keep him for now.

In other news, for the first semester in my life my registration for classes went smoothly. No paperwork to fill out, no petitions or meetings or exemption requests or audits. I clicked on a button and I was registered. Brought a tear to my eye. Granted, I may have to do some shuffling later, but for now I'm enjoying the ease. Why are all my classes only offered in one time slot? I had to finagle some scheduling to make it fit, because my required classes were at the same time as my other required classes. If it wasn't for Chinese, it would be ridiculously easy to fit everything. Or if I was only a Chinese major. If you stay in your department/school, they seem aware of the other classes, but too damn bad if you're doing literally anything else.

Oh well. I'm registered, we'll see where it goes from there. This Saturday is free comic day, one of my favorite authors will be there, NaNo is coming up, Halloween is around the corner, my classes are making so much more sense. Fall is finally here, SpaceVision is in just 3 weeks, the good movies are starting to hit theatres. Everything is just falling into place, the only way it could get better is if I could find a damn job.

Until next time, readers.