This entry is basically just me thought-wanking. You don't have to read it.
I have ALL THE DISTRACTIONS right now.
(So of course I'm updating livejournal, because why *wouldn't* I update livejournal.)
At any rate, I'm supposed to be putting together something for amateur caller night at Tech Squares. Hint: I have _no idea_ how to call anything. I certainly have no idea how to call something as complicated as MWSD, and I *definitely* don't know how to call it to Tech Squares' general competence level.
To this end, I have something like two dozen tabs open. One of them is TAMinations, an actually useful website that will tell me MWSD moves and how they resolve. The others are mostly cribbed versions of Scottish Country Dances. Because my initial idea just involved doing that, except do you know how many squared SCD dances there are with no reels or setting? Not fucking enough.
But ignoring all that, I have the book that I just finished reading for the second time in six days, and want to write fanfic for. Terrible fanfic, mind. I actively want to write a hurt/comfort fic. Okay, technically a hurt/comfort turning into power dynamic stuff and also the ship is incestuous, yes I know how ridiculous I am.
I recognize my bad personness.
And separate from that, there's e-mails. It's been so long since I was doing the near-daily e-mail thing with someone. And now that I've decided to do it again, we've been in near constant communication since the start of June. This is _weird_, but also completely awesome. And there's an un-responded to message just *sitting* there, and there're stories I was going to work on for that, and there's pretty pictures to respond to, and basically that's like four different distractions at once.
(Never let it be said that writers aren't basically my favourite people though.)
And then there's music. So, Homestuck, which is a project I'm not even *trying* to work on right now, meaning I'll continue to be stuck in the middle of act IV until my life settles down and oh god I have a second interview tomorrow morning, and someone please force me to sleep tonight, since I'll be leaving the house before eight and what the hell am I going to wear? Er, sorry. Homestuck has this one piece of music that has entered my head and my computer and just...gah. Over and over and over again, I am listening to it. I am using it to get musichigh. I haven't gotten music high since...I don't even know.
So there's that.
All this, while riding on the bus back to Boston. I am rapidly approaching my 48th hour in a car/bus this week. In other news, yeah, Chicago is a full day from Boston if I go the long way (via DC.) Next time I am not. going. the. long. way.
(I was in Chicago last weekend. Yeah. It's one of those points in my life, where I just don't tell anyone anything, because I'm really busy. I promise I'll be back on IM regularly eventually.
At any rate...I'm supposed to be putting together a dance for Mainstream/Plus dancers. I don't think I need to provide my own music --I really hope I don't need to provide my own music-- since I'm not singing, at least. But...auguuguguug. Why do I let myself think this would be a good idea? I fully blame π-nerd. Him and his cursed mischief.
(NTS: Write down his birthday somewhere. Possibly steal his ID again, and *then* write down his birthday somewhere. Also, Alice's, which is easier to remember. Because she is not a being comprised fully of Being Difficult.)
At any rate, now that I think of it, I really really miss going dancing. I did not last night, which means no bouncy-dance for a whole week. Or I could go to Salem Thurs...nowait, other dancing.
If you are wondering why we haven't hung out this summer, it is because so. much. dancing.
Okay.
At any rate.
I should find some music to calm my brain down, look up the information I need in my e-mail, and...write some dance material to call. And beg forgiveness from everybody when I inevitably ruin everything and crash people into each other and stuff.
Okay, that might be fun actually.
AT ANY RATE, this is why I stay on the not-stage part of the ballroom. Okay, this and my utter lack of musical talent. Stay good, kids!
~Sor
MOOP!
(So of course I'm updating livejournal, because why *wouldn't* I update livejournal.)
At any rate, I'm supposed to be putting together something for amateur caller night at Tech Squares. Hint: I have _no idea_ how to call anything. I certainly have no idea how to call something as complicated as MWSD, and I *definitely* don't know how to call it to Tech Squares' general competence level.
To this end, I have something like two dozen tabs open. One of them is TAMinations, an actually useful website that will tell me MWSD moves and how they resolve. The others are mostly cribbed versions of Scottish Country Dances. Because my initial idea just involved doing that, except do you know how many squared SCD dances there are with no reels or setting? Not fucking enough.
But ignoring all that, I have the book that I just finished reading for the second time in six days, and want to write fanfic for. Terrible fanfic, mind. I actively want to write a hurt/comfort fic. Okay, technically a hurt/comfort turning into power dynamic stuff and also the ship is incestuous, yes I know how ridiculous I am.
I recognize my bad personness.
And separate from that, there's e-mails. It's been so long since I was doing the near-daily e-mail thing with someone. And now that I've decided to do it again, we've been in near constant communication since the start of June. This is _weird_, but also completely awesome. And there's an un-responded to message just *sitting* there, and there're stories I was going to work on for that, and there's pretty pictures to respond to, and basically that's like four different distractions at once.
(Never let it be said that writers aren't basically my favourite people though.)
And then there's music. So, Homestuck, which is a project I'm not even *trying* to work on right now, meaning I'll continue to be stuck in the middle of act IV until my life settles down and oh god I have a second interview tomorrow morning, and someone please force me to sleep tonight, since I'll be leaving the house before eight and what the hell am I going to wear? Er, sorry. Homestuck has this one piece of music that has entered my head and my computer and just...gah. Over and over and over again, I am listening to it. I am using it to get musichigh. I haven't gotten music high since...I don't even know.
So there's that.
All this, while riding on the bus back to Boston. I am rapidly approaching my 48th hour in a car/bus this week. In other news, yeah, Chicago is a full day from Boston if I go the long way (via DC.) Next time I am not. going. the. long. way.
(I was in Chicago last weekend. Yeah. It's one of those points in my life, where I just don't tell anyone anything, because I'm really busy. I promise I'll be back on IM regularly eventually.
At any rate...I'm supposed to be putting together a dance for Mainstream/Plus dancers. I don't think I need to provide my own music --I really hope I don't need to provide my own music-- since I'm not singing, at least. But...auguuguguug. Why do I let myself think this would be a good idea? I fully blame π-nerd. Him and his cursed mischief.
(NTS: Write down his birthday somewhere. Possibly steal his ID again, and *then* write down his birthday somewhere. Also, Alice's, which is easier to remember. Because she is not a being comprised fully of Being Difficult.)
At any rate, now that I think of it, I really really miss going dancing. I did not last night, which means no bouncy-dance for a whole week. Or I could go to Salem Thurs...nowait, other dancing.
If you are wondering why we haven't hung out this summer, it is because so. much. dancing.
Okay.
At any rate.
I should find some music to calm my brain down, look up the information I need in my e-mail, and...write some dance material to call. And beg forgiveness from everybody when I inevitably ruin everything and crash people into each other and stuff.
Okay, that might be fun actually.
AT ANY RATE, this is why I stay on the not-stage part of the ballroom. Okay, this and my utter lack of musical talent. Stay good, kids!
~Sor
MOOP!