MOOP!

THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING:

1548:

Man, my folder of worship is getting *awesomely* full. One Comedity print, original art by Randy Milholland, Randall Munroe, and Jeph Jacques, a random commision of a dinosaur I bought at AnimeBoston, Hiro's milk mustache ad, the picture of me that Dominik used as a print for his portfolio, and my still alive index cards.

And that's not counting the Maryland folder of worship which contains an obscene amount of KattersArt, and my original sluggy art.

(For reference, the folder of worship is basically full of everything that goes on the wall of worship. So, not real posters, but Other Cool Things. I should put the ST article I ripped out of a magazine in there too.)


1557: Dude, that's James Bond? What the hell is James Bond music doing in my iTun...ohyeah. Thanks Talia!

1636: Unrelatedly to anything (I'm fine today, just a little stressed out) I find it really interesting that, one of the things I do when I'm trying really hard not to start crying in public, is to begin seeing how much of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy I can recite.

Granted, this somehow backfires as I originally began to learn hitchhikers as a self-masochistic way to illustrate the 2718.89 miles between me and my clone, and if I think too hard about that I'll be depressed, but still, just as a "shit shit I need to distract myself from everything in real life" it works like a charm.

1925: ...Ohyeah, I was working on this. Well, I mean, Ria was all "doof?" and dhs was all "I'll bribe you to come to Diesel with the offer of giving back your clothes" and so I went and got dinner with Ria and Mando (who recently dyed his hair BLUE and so now looks not unlike a character of mine) and then went to Diesel where I stayed for like...an hour or something. On the wicked plus side, I was finally properly/formally introduced to sunspiral, which is exciting. *adds him as a friend*

Now all I need to do is properly meet Cthulia and I'll be able to officially consider myself a Boston based fen.

2137: Did I really just spend the last two hours reorganizing my friends lists, again? Fuck. Me.

2224: You know what I want to know? I want to know how long it would've taken me to meet and become friends with Janny without the sluggy.net link. I think the only other person on my friends list who I could say pretty confidentally that I would meet without however I met them having happened is dan4th. And maybe very vaguely possibly Magus, but only insomuch I would've started to meet him at Balticon '06 rather than Origins '04

I'm attempting to clean out my gmail inbox, ie, archiving everything I'm done with. I had 1209 messages from 2008 sitting in my inbox waiting to be archived and about 4500 overall, I am *hilariously* bad at this, and not just because of the several hundred comment threads of doom I'm ignoring with mek.

OH! And I might be going to GenCon this year!! Mom's going, and if I can get the time off from wherever I will be working, there was an implication of me being able to booth babe for Joan. :D!

2237: So, something Tristan asked me right when we found out we were both virgos¹ was "So what's your neurosis?" I can't remember exactly what I answered --almost certainly my default compulsion, the fact that I clean my glasses overly often, and every single time I ever get into a conversation about OCD or neuroses. *speaking of which, cleans 'em now. Sigh*

But I think my current big one is the neck thing. I hate hate HATE having my neck touched, it freaks me out. Occasionally, I'll just freak out about the fact that I have a neck for no good damn reason which pisses me off, especially when I get the "ohgodohgod, need to have nothing near my neck, RIGHT NOW" Necklaces and collars I can take off. T-shirts are harder. Skin is impossible.

I was idly thinking about this, and about the fact that, when doing the cuddling/petting/caressing fan situation that I seem to find myself in a lot, if someone gets their hands too close to my neck, I will invariably move their hands down.

At some point, I am going to inadvertently move their hands down to far and accidentally cause someone to grope me. Stupid fucking neuroses.

2301: Oh, bitches!! So, I'm looking at my class schedule, and the creative writing class I really wanted to take because hey --Sorcy likes creative writing!-- takes place on Thursdays. From 6:45 to 9:15 PM.

Yeah, when is Concord based contra again? What's that? Exactly that time? What the fuck Belanie. What the fuck.

(So now I have to decide if I'm going to try and find another class to take instead or if I'm just going to not start doing contra up here until next January --I suspect one of the deciding factors in which I choose will be how much contra I get in over the summer.

Still though. Bitches.

0019: QUOTE OF THE DAY:

JoshZed:
this is more of the strong evidence that I'm really a 1 on the Kinsey scale
or close to it
I mean, if Randall doesn't do it for me, who will?

(Good lord, has the concept of sexing up Randall Munroe become a *theme* in my livejournal? That's either terrifying or awesome.)

Also, I am amused that I started this as 'thoughts while packing' and haven't actually packed anything in seven hours or so.

0101:

NEW Quote of the Day!

"Do I want to know why you are interested in my lovelife?"
"Because human interactions of all sort fascinate me."
"Any sort of interaction is fascinating if it involves cherry-flavored lube!"
[Immediate follow-up comment] "...........I did not just type that.........."

0112:

OHMYGOD.

Does the world love me? I don't actually know. But the world might!

But...not being at movie night.

But Satanic motherfucking Mechanics!

Ohhhh, I should not be forced to have decisions like this...

0222: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Sor? Fuck you. Go do your paper. Like...now. Just because you know damn well you're not going to be sleeping tonight is no reason to not get the paper done early.

P.S: What is your plan, to sleep on the floor or something eventually? You're incredibly fucking stupid, I hope you're aware of that. Also, a week of sleep-dep? What makes you think you'll even be able to potentially *begin* to make it to Rocky? Yeah, that's what I thought. Tell your terminal optimism to fuck off.

Allfornow

~Sor
MOOP!

1: heh, I almost wrote that as 'virgins'. Oops.

So, as some of you may know, Sorcy has a huge fascination with polyphasic sleep patterns, to the point where one of my 101 in 1001 goals is to spend a solid two months sometime in devoted non-monophasic sleep.

I've just thought of one interesting problem with sleeping at weird times: when do you get in your basic hygeine? This thought started just with when do you change your clothes, and spread to include things like showers and brushing teeth, etc.

Me and my fucked up monophasicish lifestyle make it a point to go through at least one full change of clothing in every twenty four hour period. Unlike virtually everyone I know, however, unless I'm dressing up for something, I usually tend to do this changing more in the evening, before hanging out with people. This came out of the fact that I pretty much sleep in whatever t-shirt and panties I was wearing the night before, and have no qualms about pulling on the same pair of jeans two or three days in a row. This means I ocassionally tend to get lazy, and just pull on jeans and throw on a bra when I wake up, especially if I'm running late and don't want to have to analyze an outfit¹

Eventually, I will realize I'm wearing the same clothes I wore all yesterday, and then I will feel all gross and go take a shower and put on something clean. Of course, by that point, I'm not doing anything active and not really 'wearing' out my clothes, and so I just sleep in them and wear them the next day. Repeat.

(You must remember also, the Sorcy is -at the moment- almost nocternal. I have not fallen asleep before midnight in a heinously long time, and, when given the option, most days I wake up around noon or one. Next year and my four 9:30 AM mornings a week will change that, but for now, I like it. Butyeah, considering I don't even get up until the afternoon, I'm really not wearing out my clothes that fast anyways.)

Unrelatedly, I forget how much I adore mornings, because I never really see them. And by morning, I of course mean sunrise until about nine o clock --everything is so calm and peaceful and serene. It makes me feel at ease with myself.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Contrary to popular belief, I do not really just roll into my closet and wear whatever sticks. (Unless I'm running HEINOUSLY late) I actually put a painful amount of analyzing into what I wind up wearing, most of it really really stupid. While I can and do get away with the jeans and a t-shirt look on a daily basis, I tend to be picky as to what t-shirt I want to wear (I don't want to wear any of these! Where are my fen shirts, damnation?!).

This problem increases astronomically the second I have to dress up for anything. Hell, even going to SCD causes me to rummage through my wardrobe in a frenzied sort of manner, looking desperately for a 'good' (ladies cut, usually) t-shirt that'll not look too egregious with whichever skirt I'm going to wear. But when it gets to semiformal things, like classroom observations, where you want to look professional and adult, but not fancy? Oh jesus christ, I go into full blown panic mode.

In short....go see all of Jannyblue's rants on fashion. Mine tend to be pretty much exactly the same. Yep.