Meeting My Idol- JackSepticEye

Convention Time!

October 12th

I had never been to a convention before. Not going to lie. I was freaking out. While I had long ago gotten better at dealing with my social anxiety(calling to order a pizza no longer fazed me and I can be passable when presenting in front of people), being around lots of people was intimidating. Fortunately, I was going to be with my little sister. So going into the convention hall, I made sure that I just focused on making sure that she had a great time. If she was having fun, then I would be having fun by extension.

We walked at the things that people were selling at stands. I toyed with the idea of going to a tattoo artist that specialized in geeky designs, but decided that I should get a doctor's permission before I do that, since I didn't know the research of getting a tattoo right before starting chemo.

Rob Paulson had a panel that I went to. Fortunately, I have educated Cass on the things that the school has neglected to teach her: 90s animation. She had seen every episode of Animaniacs and was enthusiastic to hear him. The wait to get in was a long one, and I was surprised that we got in.

There was a lot of walking and waiting in lines and lots and lots of people. Not that I was surprised. I had a raging headache on the drive back to the hotel. I ended up running into Seth again when I went to grab some ice. He looked beaten and tired as much as I did, but he seemed to be happy to see me. I ended up going to a strange man's room for an hour(always a great idea). I texted Cass so she knew that I was talking to someone and would be there soon enough. I have trouble talking to people that I barely know, but he was a very nice guy, that I was able to have a conversation with him. Besides, at least it was one guy, as opposed to a whole group. He told me about himself. Apparently, he only lives an hour away from me. He's in college, and is studying Computer Science. He is an aspiring youtuber.

I admitted to him that I had always been interested in making videos, but I didn't have the talent to do it. He frowned when I said that, and said that if I ever really wanted to do it, that I should just go for it. He also said that learning how to edit wasn't too difficult, and that he could help me with any advice. I told him that I would think about it I didn't tell him that I may or may not get a chance to do it.

Finally, after talking about Steven Universe for ten minutes, I decided that it was time for bed, and I ended up coming here. Cass interrogated me about the guy I was talking, but then flopped on the bed and passed out in a few minutes.

I forgot to write about this a few days ago, but Cass gave me a good idea. She said I should write to Jack and tell him what I am going through. A part of me doesn't want to do that. I don't want to come across as wanting attention. But fair enough, I will do it I guess.

I typed it up the other day and I will give it to him if I meet him. I will write more about my experience after tomorrow. I am too tired right now. Goodnight diary.

October 13th

Cass and I got to the line to meet Jack. The crowd around me made me feel claustrophobic, but I squeezed my little sister's hand. I was nervous. We were pretty far back in the line. We would be cutting it close.

Cass and I talked and played a few games to pass the time. Would You Rather and kiss, kill, marry.

My heart fluttered when we got about ten people away from Jack. I could sense Cass' was doing the same to her.

"We are cutting off the line here. I'm sorry." My heart almost burst. No, we are so close. Until I realized that he was cutting off the line a few behind me.

"Oh thank god!" Cass said, her heart rate seeming to be settling down.

For 20 minutes, we watched Jack interact with his fans. He would hate that I used that word. He would call us all viewers. But here he was, he was interacting with them as much as he could before he had to leave and give room to others that are going to be coming after him.