MOOP!

There is a very important "State of the Sorcy" post lurking, and it needs me to be rational to do it. Be warned, ranty thoughtstreaming will appear in this journal before too long.

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I'm not as strong as I thought. Kinda knew that, at any rate. I am also piss-poor at not crying when I'm upset.

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On a similar note, it seems someone gave me one of those presents that I've been really looking for for years and years now, and I don't look a total mess when I cry. I don't know if it was just winter or what, but as far as I can tell, I stayed mostly one colour today.

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I'm actually really displeased with how emo my livejournal is too. The problem is that I assume just writing about my day to day life is boring, and I haven't written any intelligent thoughtstreams in a rats age. I write and write and write, and the majority of everything is crap, both in content and style.

I think I really need to make one of my New Years resolutions to be to write something, every day.

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Besides, my life is fundementally boring. When I'm in MA, I go dancing on Monday nights, and to class the rest of the week. Ocassionally, I'll actually do something coherent with my friends, that we actually plan ahead of time, but ninty percent of everything happens spur of the moment, and I don't usually bother to document that, because it's not anything special, it's just a lot of getting together with friends and screwing around.

Take a mostly typical day, a couple weeks ago, the day I found out that my harddrive was unrecoverable. Dominik wanted to know if Lauren, Emily, and I were willing to randomly go to the social security building with him, just so he'd have company. We walked over, and sat down on the floor waiting for Dominiks number to be called. While we waited, we discussed gender, and where we all fell on the male-female scale, amoung other things that I don't remember. Eventually, Dominik got called, he did his stuff, and we walked to McIntyre and Moores to try and find a book for Emily's class. We stopped off at Diesel so that I could buy something delicious as a "fuckfuckfuck, I have no harddrive" treat, then we went and got on the T and rode back to Porter Square. I peeled off and went to Magus' haus, to be emo and distracted, the two of us eventually went dancing, and then came back and...I think watched the first season of Coupling.

I went home, woke up the next day, and went about my merry business.

Adventures do not happen to me. A good long time ago, I had this theory of making something adventurous happen each day, but that fell through after a grand total of two days. Mores the pity.

Maybe that's all I really need. To just start having an adventure a day.

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Still haven't seen Sweeney Todd yet, unlike everyone else I know. Fuckers. Going to try and catch it with Renee and assorted other people tonight, but it seems moderately unlikely. We'll see.

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I'm going to go rock out now. Ta.

~Sor
MOOP!

I think that if my past writings are going to make me feel melencholy and empty*, then they should at least also be able to make me giggle.

( File on my USB key labelled 'The Roughest Outline I can Manage' (For my 2006 WriMo novel) (You may want to skip this if you want to read what I wrote first )



Somehow, the line "MYSTERIOUS CHOICE!" cracks me up. Especially as I can't actually remember which time she would've chosen, or indeed, if I had a choice for her at all.

The all-caps to designate humour thing is something I picked up from Questionable Content, along with the term "hurr".

In other news, you can find everything I wrote of said novel over in the Kattales. Linky!

~Sor
MOOP!

(((In other news, it's nice to know that I write myself into almost everything I write. Case in point:

"Boston was, however, one of the most prominant cities in the world, ever since the failed dominator of all mankind declared it her capital. She moved a lot of important stuff up there, and did a lot of very good works for the world and then died spectacularly by tripping while doing a manic victory dance around a bonfire. History can be quite funny sometimes like that."")))

*A lot of the problem is that, when I was fourteen, I was very thoroughly convinced of the idea that you really really really didn't need someone else to be happy. I could grudgingly accept that sometimes people needed to have significant others, but I was convinced that I didn't need anybody else to be happy. Con*vinced*.

And see, that's changed. My emotional stability tends to be somewhat supported by other people at any given point. That's always been true, but it's moreso now. Nowadays, I *need* a partner to keep myself stable and happy, which is so very against my fourteen year old ideal, that it makes me want to scream.

Yep. I'm crazy. What else is new?

( Cut for emo and swearing. )

BehindTheWalls

PostScript: I also really really hate whatever livejournal did so you automatically get a space after the comma when writing tags (ie, you hit comma and it shows up as ", " instead of just ","

See, I'm smart enough to hit space after hitting a comma. Please fix it so I don't keep frigging doublespacing after every goddamn tag. Thanks.