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Soyeah.

I'm working at Target these days. Yeah, it sucks. I have fully entered the disillusioned worker stage. If you have it, go watch "Mannys First Day" (The second episode of Black Books). Fran's expression just prior to her saying "I haven't slept with you...and you're NOT trying to freak me out..." is exactly how I feel.

Day camp is not bad, besides the fact that I have a unit full of additude. Luckily, the two prep girls who I thought I would not at all get along with are not that bad --one of them was attempting to teach me ghetto slang (I am apparently never to use the phrase "gettin' busy" --she didn't exactly explain why) and the two of them can pretty much just entertain each other.

The complete demon child, who has been trying to outstubborn me by completely ignoring everything I say and not talking to me has gotten better. Plus, whatever. So she's not talking to me --that makes my job easier.

And then we had thunder, and got herded into Peterson. Fine, whatever. Songs could amuse the girls, the girls could amuse myself, and Veronica is an adapt at taking charge of large groups of people. I myself decided to be an adapt at herding girls through the bathroom, and while I was holed up in there, all the Quartermaster girls (The cool kids at camp) and Blue Canary, dissapeared.

Fine. Whatever.

And then, Blue FINALLY came back, babbling something about PickPocket hurting her arm. Whatever, drama.

And I popped in on PickPocket, and she seemed hurt but being taken care of, and I popped back out and Blue grabbed me and hugged me and started crying on my shoulder and just generally needing to be held.

Blue...doesn't cry on shoulders. She's damnably closed off, unfortunately. As Kawa and Wolf wandered through and joined our "ohshitohshit sobfest" in the corner, I began to get the whole Something Is Wrong vibe.

The worst part of people you care about being hurt is being helpless to fix them. God, that sucks.

So, long story short (Too late!) Pickpocket got dragged off in an Ambulance. She's fine, and will return to camp safe, sound, and with a cast on her arm tomorrow.

Soyeah. That's my life. Poke me if you need an explanation of any of the campy terms.

Love and such
~Kat

Happiest of happy birthdays to my dear Ksatyr, and a MUCH happier day after then the actual birthday to my favourite Aren.

And on a similar note, happiest of birthdays tomorrow to my beloved wife Tyler, who will be EIGHTEEN!!!! Holy crap, my friends are legal. *grin*

Also, in my dreams last night, I had my towel. I'm so proud of myself.

Adventures in IRC, Doctor Who squeals, and my preliminary 101 in 1001 list to come later.

~Sor
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So.

Remy and 'Riel are at least talking.
Gabe has made the choice he's been wrestling with for the last week.
Hyde is no longer going to harass Remy.
This means that Hyde is free to focus on Reth.
Crawford is making pretty explosions.

Ok, so all the assorted voices in my head, and in the people I care abouts heads are settled and fairly happy. Yes, Gabe and Al are still sour at each other, but I think Gabe at least is going to take another stab at this relationship idea.

So, if everyone that controls me is in such a god-damned happy mood, why does MY life suck?

You ever read something, and have it inadvertantly answer the question you've been wondering about for a couple months? And the answer is totally not what you wanted? And you really wished it was? Yeeeeeah. No clear way to react there.

And for those going, AHM'GAWDS Kat = Emo, shhh. Kat is not emo. Kat has no reason to be emo, she has an awesome girlfriend (who she hasn't dumped), several amazing friends, and fairly decent grades.

And no, I wouldn't like a hug. Ok, lies. But not from you.

~Sor
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(((EDIT: Because everyone bitches about the fact that the don't have my e-mail addy, it's kdsorceress at gmail dot com. I'm not saying e-mail is a good idea, but the last time I got a post like this, I had several people bitch about it.

And PS, it's in my userinfo.)))