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Things I hate:

Uhm....................

I'll fill this half up later

Things I don't hate:

Magus, crepes, getting lost and winding up at Tufts (It was awesome.) finding all the props I need, crepes, Ratatoille (okay, that's technically last night), real food (also last night), Geetar Hero (also also last night), walking a lot, churches with "free stuff" to wander through, new shoes, click-screw-nuts, crepes, staying up until five thirty talking to my clone, Veronica, Tho, apples + grapes + brie, and crepes.

Oh, and theatre. Theatre rocks.

And getting lost and winding up at Tufts. Mostly because I found myself staring at the sign for Tufts and going "I'm *where*?" It was cool. I like long walks.

Soyeah. Today and yesterday were both significantly better days. I miss my boyfriend though, since I haven't seen him in a bunch of days and I'm *still* reeeeeeeeeally cuddle-deprived.

~Sor
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Well, some of the reasons why I love my roommate, anyways.

1) She does not kill me when my alarm accidentally wakes her up by playing "Hail to the Chief" in funeral march form.

1a) She does not kill me because I have to get up at seven on the days when she doesn't even go to class until one.

2) She reminds me to get my maths homework done, usually by saying something along the lines of "Have you done the worksheet yet?"

3) She turned the heat on sometime between me leaving for classes and me coming back after classes so that when I walked into the room I was bathed in warmth and OHMAN SO NICE NOMNOM!

In other news, the palm of my right hand is way itchy all of a sudden. I've either been masturbating too much, or I have tiny bugs under my skin. There can be no other explanation.

In other other news...yeah. Stuff. Have I mentioned that I found a store that will sell me kinder bueno bars? I bought three and shared them out last night. But I still have a stick left, all wrapped up and waiting for me...heh heh heh.

In other other other news, I have a horribly evil idea for a lifefanfic*. I may not write it though, as it's kinda similar to Greas-sassins part V. Which I haven't written yet.

In other (x4) news, I am thinking about writing a permalink with a brief history of this livejournal. Because I can. If I really get on the ball, I'll make that my 1000th post or something equally spifty.

...Fuck, I write a lot. Ah well.

~Sor
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*combination of a lifefic and a fanfic. See...Therapist, by Ky, for an awesome example using Czolgosz (from Assassins) and Erika and The Katters (from the real world).

Soyeah. Tonight was the first Wednesday I was actually around at Porter as opposed to watching Wicked or doing something else, so I wandered over to an open game night at a friend of Magus's.

It was really really nice. I mean, I'm sure some of that was "arrg, it's been five weeks, WANT GAME NOW PLEASE!" but just in general it was a nice set up. Felix (guy who owns house and games) said that usually there are closer to about 12 people there, but having six people was a good number. Even if I was the only girl and the youngest by probably ten years. :P

We played three games, all of which I had never played before, enjoyed, and did terribly at. First game was an auction game called For Sale, and it was a two stage game where you tried to buy the best houses and then sell them for the best price. Nice amount of bluffing, and really pretty artwork (the houses you buy range from a cardboard box to a space station)

...My head hurts. That's probably because I haven't drunk enough water today. Berightback.

Hokay, water good. Anywho. Games.

Second game was a four player game called Stephenson's Rocket and it was pretty much exactly the kind of game I don't tend to be good at. I think dad might enjoy it though. Dunno. Anywho, it was a complicated sort of train game (Not 18xx style, just trains) that focused on running your trains up against towns and eventually into other trains. Hard to explain, I guess.

Me and Bill, who was the other first-time player, were doing a spectacular job of it, mostly due to some beginners luck, and then Magus and Mark conspired against us to make us lose a lot. *sad, and stuff* I would have done much better if Mark hadn't killed my minority in stations and minority in stock. *shakes fist*

Third game was far the best of the evening, and DEFINENTLY the sort of thing I need to bring back home to The Group. It was called Attribute and was essentially a better-scored version of Apples to Apples, with a little bit more strategy.

In Attribute, you have four attribute cards (adjectives) and one sheep card. Sheep come in two varieties --white/positive and black/negitive. Every round, a thing is named, and everyone picks an attribute that if they have a white sheep, describes the thing, and if they have a black sheep, is the opposite of the thing.

At a set signal, everyone flips over their attribute cards, while keeping their sheep cards secret, and tries to grab a card from someone with a white sheep.

Notes on things: Basically, on your turn, you look at your cards and your sheep and try to pick something that is either clearly defined or the exact opposite. So if you had a white sheep, and the attribute "delicious" you might pick "Ice Cream". Which I did, because I am cool.

The Group would love it because it has a limitless number of things that can be chosen, mostly dependent on the group playing, unlike Apples to Apples which has a set number of things. Andyeah. I really liked that one.

Soyeah. Gaming good. Good people, reasonably good location, and good games.

In mostly unrelated news, Mass Ave is extremely well lit between Lesley and Porter Square. This is a Good Thing, as that's where ninty percent of my wandering takes place.

I'm gonna go sleep now or something.

~Sor
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P.S: Dear Tho: I use tags for sorting types --'swhy I have so many. Deal. :P

Before any actual posting gets done, here in the first line that people actually read, I just need to say that Skullx is SUPER AWESOME! for making me a new avatar, without even being asked. The extremely astute may note that it looks exactly like the other avatar he made me, only about four years older, in Boston, and with a duck. Oh, and wearing glasses, since apparently my original pirate skullx doesn't have glasses on it (Which I totally didn't realize until just now.)

So yeah. Skullx is incredibly awesome. *gives him cookies*

Onto other stuff.

Eventually I may get the "what I've been doing" post up, but in the meantime, this is just a bookpost, mostly to keep track for myself.

Yesterday I read:

The Pirates Mixed Up Voyage by Margaret Mahy (Who is apparently an EnZed native and I would TOTALLY GO STALK HER if I ever got out there.) I actually started this one a few days over, but I read most of it yesterday. It is, of course, my favourite childrens book ever, and my "Today has blown donkeys, I need a good book" book. This was the first time I'd read it in about five months due to assorted circumstances.

and

Rats Saw God by Rob Thomas. I've read this once before, and I enjoyed it just as much this time. Rats Saw God is a sort of counterculture coming of age story, with a narrator who is actually intelligent, and a lot of dadist art and culture floating around. It's a pretty good story, and what kick started my (albeit small) interest in dada.

More later. I actually hope to chronicle every book I read while up here. For now though, I need to do some homework.

I will say this about todays adventures: I walked over to the xkcd park, mostly to find out how long it would take (about half an hour if I go the Mass Av route --I'm sure there's a quicker way, it just requires more directions) and it is a Good Playground. The giant pyramidal thing in the satellite view on GoogleMaps? It's a giant thing to climb on, made entierly by rope fastened together in various shapes. It's beautiful.

September 23rd can't come soon enough!

~Sor
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Today was the wandering around day --everyone either wound up walking the freedom trail, doing some sort of community service, or (what I chose) having a "Day of the Arts" which meant we went to a couple of spifty museums.

Also, the pinnicle of spiftyness today is that my student ID can get me into the Museum of Fine Arts for free. Score!

The first museum, the Isabella Stewart Gardner Musuem, was basically this huge old house filled with art. Apparently this eccentric and obscenely rich woman bought all this art and filled her house with it, and then, in her will, made a provision that none of the works she had installed could be replaced. I just wish I had that much money to decorate with --it almost looked like something out of the sims!

We didn't get a lot of time to poke around the MFA, but as it costs only $2.40 for the subway fare (I have a CharlieCard now!) I'll probably go back. The absolute coolest thing I found was this scrolling LED installation, that scrolled different messages from this womans work. She apparently wrote these books that were collections of slogans or something, and the LED thing ran a sixty minute loop of these messages. I walked away from it feeling particularily shaken --It all felt very much like I was recieving subliminal messages. Sometime when I've got a spare couple of hours, I may go back and watch the whole loop.

I rode home with the twins, Madeline, and newfriend Jess. We skipped the Harvard Square stop, where everyone was getting off, so that we could go down to Porter Square and poke around Porter Exchange some more. We wandered into this awesome Japanese grocery store (Which sells pocky, which I'm sure will make SOMEONE on my friendslist happy) and attempted to get lost in the basement.

We meandered home, slinking in and out of a Hollywood Video and History, which is a vintage clothes store. History has the GREATEST pair of Union Jack pumps in the window --of course, they cost something like $180. *sigh*

And, I mean, I don't like shoes. But they're really cute.

I left them reading books in there so I could go get my final transcript and bring it back to Porter Exchange. I stopped to slack on Seren a bit, and caught Magus being bored. Being as he promsed me ice cream, the two of us agreed to meet up at Porter Exchange and wander around Cambridge some.

blabla, boring transcript stuff, met up with Magus, who has a far superior photojournalists vest (Although his doesn't have romantic backstory, I suspect) and the two of us wandered around Mass ave and Porter/Davies Square, and got ice cream at this little store in Davies Square that I have totally forgotten the name of. >.<

Eventually, we wandered back to his place so I could meet his housemates, which was nice and only a little bit "...so...yeeeeeeah." The three of them walked me back to Porter Square station and ran off on the T to go to some dinner party, and I wandered my way home. (Dun worry --it was still light out. I totally wasn't raped.)

Then I came home and slacked online for something like an hour and a half now. Yepyep.

Tomorrows grand schemes involve not having to go to any classes, meeting Jarne around twoish (So if I get kidnapped, Raped, and Murdered, you'll know why. Because, to quote him :
"Me.
The short, wimpy rapist.
Who rapes people.
In bookstores in the middle of the day.
That would be impressive, actually."

(Yay for choosing big full bookstores to meet internet people in.)

Around sixish, I'm going to abandon him (if we haven't parted ways sooner) and meet up with the Bawston Dave and Diane for dinners.

And then I will go sleep more and have classes the next day.

I'm out

~Sor
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Quote of the Day: "Excuse me, child. Are you from the internet? "I'm an internet predator, y'see. I can only rape you if you're from the internet." --Jarne

Quote of the Yesterday: "The only dance I do is proceeded by the word 'chicken'"
--...Heather? One of the otaku girls.