Ugh, I really hate this season. I'm pretty sure this is no longer the same cold that I had for more than half of October, but a new one. Woke up at 4 AM Monday; couldn't get back to sleep because my sinuses were so clogged up that my mind wasn't working properly. Spent most of the day in various states of agony. At the worst point, the following were all hurting: the left side of my face, my throat, both hands (especially the middle and index fingers), the entire left forearm, my left hip/groin, and everything from the knees on down in both legs. That was in the evening, though, so I couldn't make an appointment with Health Services until they opened on Tuesday, which naturally meant that I won't be seeing them until later today. I am, of course, feeling much better now (and actually managed to make it past 6 AM without waking up for the first time since Sunday), though the coughing (and by association, the throat pain) and sinuses are still an issue. (Do they make jumbo-sized tissues? Because these regular ones are not big enough to handle the forcefulness of some of these snot barrages.)

Now that I've thoroughly grossed you all out, on to the topic of today's journal. The Cosplay Otaku Girl, while a big hit at conventions, is actually somewhat disconcerting to encounter in the course of everyday life. You really have to do a double take when you see someone dressed up like a Japanese schoolgirl, it isn't Halloween, and you aren't at a convention. Today's instance, the second such occurrence (same person both times), was even more disconcerting because I couldn't even identify the color scheme (various shades of brown) as being any particular costume. At least the blue and red, you knew what she was going for, even if it was a rather halfhearted attempt (failure to do any of these). Perhaps it's that last one that's really bugging me: shouldn't someone who goes out of their way to dress up like an anime character know better? It's a trope that's actually starting to become mainstream here in America, albeit slowly (I wholly suspect that the style is probably rather impractical; after all, there's a damn good reason that the garter used to have a male equivalent); someone that far into the know shouldn't be so ignorant.