Royally Obsessed: Comic Con

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You guys know how much I love comic books, right? Of course you do. I spend every day obsessing over them right here on this blog.

The limit to which I can talk about comic books?

So recently, I had the opportunity to go to Comic Con, and the experience was…interesting.

Since I don’t usually talk about my personal life on this blog, here’s some back story that will help you understand what I’m about to tell you.

When I was really little, my mom died, and my dad got remarried a few months later to a woman with two daughters. This woman, my step mother, used to be the star of a reality TV show. (No, I’m not telling you which show. It’s way too embarrassing.) She’s really evil, and so are her daughters.

Living with these people is so frustrating. I spend every day just like:


My family is super rich and stuff, but since my step mom hates me, I’m the one who has to do all the chores and everything. I spend all day working my butt off, and at the end of the day I just want to collapse into bed like:



But it’s not so bad. I discovered comic books a few years ago, and they completely changed my life. I realized I had a passion for them, and I started this blog so I’d have a place to talk to other people who share my obsession.
So when I found out that Comic Con was going to be in New York City, where I live, my reaction was basically this:



Since I had no money for a ticket, I asked my step mother if she’d buy it for me. I told her I’d do anything, I’d do even more chores or pay her back or whatever she wanted me to do. But she was just like:



And I spent the next few days like:


and:



BUT THEN I HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA, and I was like:



I was so excited, because I’d actually be able to go to Comic Con!







What was my idea? Well, I stole my step mother’s credit card. At first, I felt bad about it. But after I thought about all the terrible things she’s done to me over the years, I decided that I didn’t actually care. So I bought the ticket and a costume and then returned the credit card without my step mom noticing a thing.



When Comic Con finally rolled around, I was freaking out. Walking into a place filled with people in costumes who all shared the same interests as me was crazy. I spent the whole time just like:



and:



and also:



I’m not going to tell you what my costume was, because I’d like to remain anonymous…



…but let’s just say it was pretty amazing. :)

So anyway, I was surrounded by people JUST LIKE ME, and I made some awesome friends. We were all fangirling over our favorite comic books and fandoms and movies and books and everything and it was amazing!





Then, when I was in line for a panel, this guy who was standing next to me started talking to me. I found out his name is Charlie, and he’s really cute and nice and I was trying to be all cool, like:



and:



But really I was more like:



After talking to him for awhile, we realized we have a lot in common. We found out that we’re part of the same fandoms and we like the same comic books and everything.

On the outside, we were both just like:



And on the inside, I was like:



Because Charlie is kind of perfect! Meeting him was:



We spent the rest of the day together, going to signings and panels and just wandering around and stuff. I went home that day feeling super happy, like:



Because guys!



:D

It wasn’t until I got home that I realized that we never exchanged phone numbers or anything, so I had no way to contact him.

So then I was sad:



:(

BUT GUESS WHAT HAPPENED THE NEXT DAY?!

I SAW HIM AGAIN!!!!!

We just ran into each other, and I acted all cool and casual, like:



But on the inside I was just like:



We spent the whole day together and it was really fun. Before we left, we made a plan to meet outside the building the next morning so we could hang out the entire next day.

We met each other the next day and everything was going swimmingly, until about noon. I was casually wandering around with Charlie when all of a sudden, my step mother shows up and I’m just like:



and:



She looked really mad, and she was all “DID YOU STEAL MY CREDIT CARD?!”
So I’m all:



And she’s all “Well then who did?” And I’m like:



But she obviously doesn’t believe me because she’s all:



And so I kind of just ran away, like:



I could tell Charlie was really freaked out by this, but in my rush to get the heck away, I didn’t have time to say goodbye.

It was only when I got home and started going through my bags that I realized…

I DROPPED MY COMIC BOOK.



I started freaking out and looking through my stuff again, thinking that maybe it would magically appear.



BUT IT DOESN’T.

I dropped my comic book.



I. DROPPED. MY. COMIC. BOOK.



MY COMIC BOOK THAT I WAITED IN LINE FOR HOURS TO GET SIGNED.



And to make the situation EVEN WORSE, my step mom totally grounds me for life and I’m just so angry at the entire world, like:



But after a few days I calm down a little bit, like:



And I kind of accept the fact that the comic book is gone, and also I still never got Charlie’s phone number, so I’ll probably never talk to him again.

I go about my normal, slightly depressing life, which is basically this:



and:



But then.

BUT THEN I GET AN EMAIL.

AND IT’S FROM CHARLIE.

And he’s all “I found your blog and also I have that comic book you dropped and I want to return it to you.”

My reaction was literally this:



and:



and this:



and also this:



So it turns out he lives in Chicago, and he wanted to mail the book to me.
But I was like “WAIT DON’T DO THAT BECAUSE MY STEP MOTHER WILL SEE IT AND TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME.”

So he plans this epic road trip thing where he COMES BACK TO NEW YORK just to give me the book back.

HOW AMAZING IS HE?!

Let’s all give a round of applause to the most amazing guy in the entire world!



A few days later, he shows up at my door with the comic book and I kind of attack him, like:



And my step mom sees this but she can’t really do anything to stop it so Charlie and I are just like:



and:



It’s been a few weeks since all of this happened. Charlie is back in Chicago, and I’m still here in NYC. We don’t really get to see each other that often, which is sad. :(

But hey, it’s time to start applying to colleges soon, and Chicago has some pretty great schools.


;)

-Ella