I made a mask! And A Huge Long story behind it!

Yes I did. It was evil.
Monday I went with Spain over to her house. Her birthday party is on Saturday and it's a Masquerade Massacre. Think life sized Clue. So both of us decided to make our own masks using this weird plaster stuff and other stuff. I think it was called Gesso.
Anyway, I was the guinea pig to see if the technique actually works. Yay. So first she had to put Vaseline on my face to keep the stuff from sticking (Vaseline is not pleasant! At all!) She decided to put Hetalia on her laptop to keep me from moving too much but I kept laughing at it (Hetalia: Anime show. We cosplay as character from that show). After the (weird evil...really evil) Vaseline covered all around my eyes, nose, and hair (!) she got all the plaster wrapping stuff. She had cut out the shapes earlier and now just had to dunk it in water then attach it to my face. Sounds easy and fun, right?.........Don't even.
It was messy and I had plaster dripping all over my jeans and shirt. It felt so weird on my face and I couldn't smile or laugh (Please remember, Hetalia is on and it is one of the funniest anime's I've ever seen). While Spain was putting on the second layer, my character appeared in the anime and started insulting everybody. Because of that she giggled and some of the plaster water dripped in my eye.
Luckily, there was a tissue box behind my backpack. After insulting Spain, I kept the tissue to save my jeans from anymore damage. After the third layer and ten minutes for it to dry, we slowly tried peeling the mask off my face. It took a few eyelashes and a hair with it.
Now yesterday, in anime club, Spain brought her mask and my own (she kept it safe) and other materials since we had to smooth out the masks. I shall spare most of the process cause I couldn't do it that well and Spain had to do it for me. Finished product? A blank mask ready for our painting. Well her painting and my attempt at painting later today.
Taking the mask home from school was an adventure too. Since it still had to dry and it was 30 degree outside. I had to hold it in my hand while walking home which takes about forty minutes. I walk slowly, okay? No judging. But I was spared from frostbite when Mary (AKA Squirrel-obsessed-weirdo-soon-to-take-over-the-world-with-her-army-of-squirrels-and-llamas), who feels no cold at all, carried it for me until we saw my mom driving and flagged her down for a ride.
Story is not over yet.
Since I now needed to paint my mask, I realized I had only watercolours and Oil Paints. Watercolours are out with masks and Oil is evil to remove (My colour tray is still stained after soaking everyday for a year), so I asked artistic friend, Shortie, for help. She said "Yeah I have some. Come over after your club since I'll be back from the barn by then and I'll let you borrow them."
I walked home again (this time it took 55 minutes) and walked down to Shortie's house. She wasn't there yet but since her brother knew me, I was let it. After checking her room quickly I found only the metallic silver, at which that point, she arrived.
I asked her about the paints and she said "Oh yeah. They were all dried up. I only found that one."
Walking back home in complete darkness now with only one colour as my spoils, I defrosted here at my desk and now I need to figure out how to paint with Oil colours and finish it before Saturday.
Did I mention that I have another friend's party tomorrow to Saturday, then a few hours till Spain's party.
Now this is a really long post. I think the longest yet! So Ciao. I need to hunt food and work on the mask now.