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This will be moved to Top-post in the near future, and remain there until the end of May. It was last updated on 2011-04-19 1028

WEEKLY
Monday: Internship from 0730-1430, SCD from 1930-2300
Tuesday: Internship from 0730-1430, Class from 1430-1800, possibly Diesel, Squares from 1930-2300
Wednesday: Internship from 0730-1430, Class from 1600-1830
Thursday: Internship from 0730-1430, Class from 1600-1830
Friday: Ind.Study from 1245-1400, Class from 1430-1600
Saturday: Off unless specified below
Sunday: Off unless specified below

"Private" is used to denote something that I have been invited to, but do not know if it is open-invitation, so you probably can't come with me.

"Mine, things" means that you can ask for further detail as to what exactly I'm up to that night, but I don't at all have to tell you.

JANUARY
27-28: Mine, things

FEBRUARY
03: Dinner at JoshZed's
06: Private party -- Empanadas, 2000-2300
07: Tentative date
10: Date!
18-20: No Such Convention¹ at Vassar
25: Mine, things
26: Private party -- Hot Foods

MARCH
4-6: Complicated spring break things possibly to include Veronica in Boston
7-10: Complicated spring break things possibly to include being in Maryland or Chicago
11-13: Complicated spring break things possibly to include Shan in Boston
17: Mine, things
18: Mine, things
18-20: Vericon
25: Spark in the Dark contra at the Masonic Temple across from Porter Square
26: Lesley stuffnthings
27: Goin' to the museum with jere7my

APRIL
1: Mine, things, bikes!
2: Private Party -- Dog's birthday!
8-10: Hanging with Matt, then Mine, things of varying sorts
13: Cupcake Camp: Excuse for cupcake makers to hang out in a building. Free to the public. Probably delicious!
15-17: NEFFA dance festival
20: Mine, things
21-26: Mine, things, Atlanta
29: Gotta give me that, oo, shlock treatment... (Shlock Therapy night at j7y's.)

MAY
7: Free Comic Book Day (wanna wander the city with me?), Highland Ball
8: Mine, things until mid-day, then might try to get to Steampunk City
13: Mine, things in the evening
14: MTEL --all day standardized test for teachers
16-20: Senior week during the day, Mine, things during the night. Also, packing.
21: Commencement? *crosses fingers and hopes*
27-30: Balticon

All is subject to change and update, I'm probably forgetting many important things, please feel free to remind me of them.

I'm gonna get a job, because I want a place to live, which is going to destroy the hell out of this schedule. But that's okay, we can live with that.

And did you know that "Veronica" and "Vericon" are _practically_ anagrams? Also, if I'm going to go to Vericon, I really must work on the appropriate cosplay. Sunshine, ho!

1: Dude, NonCon is _such_ a terrible name for it. But I've been wanting to go since, oh, 2005.

Five.

Packing lists or todo lists or a narrative of what I got up to last night. Whatever. It'll all be a little bit gloomy right now.

Because it's too hot, and too muggy, and I'm leaving. More centrally, I *have* to pack, which is not exactly going very well right now, and I have to study my Italian which...well...yeah,

So, I'm currently working on the computer room. My books, my papers. Mostly because right now, the clothes? Totally overwhelming. Plus, I figure if I get everything out of here that's staying in Boston, I can start using this space for things that are going back to Maryland. Divide my world into careful pieces, or something equally trite.

It's interesting. Some days I can snap right out of it. Listen to the right song, have that meta-realization of "dear *gods* you're being pathetically emo right now, aren't you?" Some days...some days, it's harder.

She smiles as if to say
Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want
Is fine by me.

Oh Vienna. It's not at all a happy song, is that why it makes me smile? Or is it just another case of me messing up and listening to the music instead of the words.

Ah, fuck this. Foster's right, classic rock is where it's at. Now, where the hell'd I put that Journey^{1, 2}...

~Sor
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1: Did anyone wince at me calling Journey classic rock? :D
2: Actually, forget Journey. What I really want more of is some friggin' AQUA! It's like the Spice Girls only awesomer.

...Yes, I have no taste in music. We've been over this. Zigazig ha!

5:11:44 PM Akchizar: I have a spider bite!
5:12:21 PM Just Sor: I saw!
5:12:26 PM Just Sor: You're swell!
5:12:28 PM Just Sor: ...ed
5:12:31 PM Akchizar: ....
5:12:43 PM Akchizar: Why do I even let you talk

My day is going somewhat better. I have an obscenely chocolate...thing that is actually far too much on the wet chocolate¹ side of the spectrum for me to actually enjoy it, and potato chips, and mango nakedsmoothie.

And Italianstuffs went okay, I just have to get with the memorizing. Oh hey, dear everyone! I give you FULL PERMISSION to hit me with sticks if you ever hear of me giving my students group projects. Seriously, man. *such* a bad fucking idea.

Also, student center is significantly better air conditioned than my room. Looks like Ver and I are going to have to be social for a while. eirghnkglgvojrmninety fucking degreesgkhjalefg

Oh good, I have talking privileges back. And yes, this *does* appear to be an "eight dozen posts in one day" day, however did you guess?

~Sor
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1: I like dry chocolate things --chocolate cake, brownies, muffins, etc. I don't like wet chocolate things -ice cream, pudding, frosting. Yeah. I don't really get it either.

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

What are your secret musical shames?

I'd like to think that we've all got them. The music that you have on your ipod for whatever reason, and that you will listen to and enjoy and maybe even sing along --as long as you're in private. As soon as other people show up, you quickly switch, and hope they don't look too close at your "recently played" lists.

( Ooo, Sorcy is all shameful and shit. )

~Sor
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ETA: Apologies to anyone who got the weird linklike version of this. I apparently don't know the difference between "lj-cut text=" and "a href=" :P

Is it a bad thing that the best thing I've done in any class so far is the statistics test I just finished?

Gawds, I love math. And stats is recokulously easy maths, with lots of algebra, (my favourite)

So. Uhm. Yeah. Yay maths?

[/BLATENT NERD!]

~Sor
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So, my most recent post spawned a metaquote from the comments. A good part of the comments of *that* post were discussing the idea of having your mom's on livejournal with you.

Which is one of those threads which make me just lean back smugly in my chair and smirk. Because my mother *is* on livejournal, and has been for longer then I have. But because my mom is so phenomonally cool, I don't really care.

So yeah. I know that we've got the whole familycluster of me and Aly and Mum around here, and I believe that efbq and scooterbird's eldest daughter has an elljay that she never posts in. What other family groups are there around you? Would you use more postfilters if you knew your parents were reading this stuff?

Yeah, I'm in a weird mood. Much too worn out to be trying to be intellectual.

***

Anywho, so today is 420, which is apparently like "National Stoner Day" or something. On the plus side, this means that there haven't been as many kids in school today for some...strange...reason. >> <<

On the minus side, of the four kids who sit closest to me in math, I'd bet that at least three of them were stoned. This means that, A) I had no one sensible to talk to (which is bad) B) I wound up having to listen to their utterly inane conversation, and C) I walked out of that class feeling like I just sucked down a joint myself.

So lunch pretty much started with me grabbing LittleJerry and going "I need intellectual stimulation, damnit! Talk about something smart!!" Which means I got into a nice discussion about intellegent life on other planets and other science stuff I don't remember. It was cool.

***

Kung-Fu wise, this has been the most gruelling week pretty much ever. Sifu hasn't been here (Why are classes harder when the teacher isn't here?) so on Tuesday we spent the entire class doing stancework (Hold your horse stance for two minutes. Lower. LOWER!) and yesterday, we spent the entire class doing assorted types of strengthening. Which yes, included more stancework.

Personally, I'm shocked I can still move. All my muscles hurt. *pouts*

On the plus side...um...It's good for me?

***

Prom is tomorrow. Woo. I have a dress, and fancy shoes, and dinner plans. And a date, of course --the amazing Nathen. So yeah, I'm set.

Annnnnnnd, there's nothing else to say about prom.

***

Drama continues to breed like mold on a slice of old bread. I'm guessing that some of it is just people realizing that we leave school soon, and they have to get all the drama out now.

***

Ultimately, life is good. I need to type up a weekly report for the WombatKing, but besides that, I haven't all that much to do. Which means I can work on cleaning my room and orginizing that giant stack of papers I've got --Aiee!

Talk to you Kats, Kittens, STG's, etc later!

~Sor
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Yeah, I'm busy slacking around in the fifth period midterm. Because you know what I have fifth period? Aiding!!! *laughs evil-like*

Which means I have nothing to do for two hours except play minesweeper and solitaire. And oh look, what does THIS cable do...

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HI! I'm babbly, what with the sticking around here for...an hour and fifteen minutes more. Yeeeeeeah.

Life is not that bad right now. I'm going skiing this weekend, which means I won't be online much --I'll miss you!

Got in a nice long chat with Tho yesterday, which was nice since we haven't really gotten a chance to talk in an age. Still waiting for that long chat with OKat. It'll happen.

Started reading Boy Meets Boy to Ksatyr last night. He likes it, as he should, because it's a BRILLIANT![/Yury] book.

...I'm out. I'll prolly pop back in later. I do, after all, have at least one set of interview questions that I should be answering...

~Sor
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So, now that I'm in a less silly mood, I can make real posts.

I've found that I still have Zork on my computer. I think that this will become a summer project, as if I'm going to play it, I ought to play it PROPER with maps and inventory lists and whatnot.

GTalk rocks because it saves conversations AS YOU'RE HAVING THEM! And I don't even need to do anything! This makes it even easier then before to stalk the lot of you. *grin*

Not that theres a huge number of people on it. But I've got mek, Tho, and Veronica, so that's all good.

Me and V played Mega Bomberman for the first time in a while today! We learned that we still suck at beating the computer players, and that she makes stupid poses when she wins where *I* get to wave around a cool looking fan.

We also wrote up the Lunch Table Drinking Game. I shall definently post it at some point...ah, heck, I'll post it now. If you don't know who any of these people are, don't worry about it. It's just a bit of crazyness from your resident weirdos.

( There is always room for one more at our table... )

Yes it's just a big long list of in-jokes and stereotypical behavior that we have. We're like that.

Hmmm...thoughtstream dearest, where arrrrre you? Ah, Elsewhere. That's no good. And a note on that, I'm not leaving Elsewhere by any stretch of the imagination, I'm just leaving the more fantastical way it used to be. Elsewhere is just daydreams and life-fics, and if I got rid of those, what would I do on the walk to school? Or more importantly, those lonely ones home where I'm all by myself.

I've decided that I like my hair, and I think that I'll keep it long. I was contemplating chopping it off again and making it spiky short (Because if you're not going to have long hair, you should at least gel it up sometime...Yes Eric, I'm talking to you.) but I think that I prefer it like this.

And I braided it today, all by myself! *bounces* This is new and exciting for me, and it's actually a tolerable braid. Not dad quality, sure, and probably not sutible for games of blind tag or kung-fu, but perfectly decent for the day to day basis. Clealy this is a talent I must practise, like coiling cords or backrubs. Speaking of which, I need to *find* a cord to coil. My ipod-computer cable is too short...

...

Ohthankgod, elljay wins for not deleting that. *sigh of relief*

No, I didn't just accidentally log out of the window where I was typing this. Yes, I realize I should type thoughtstreams into notepad or gmail.

Sooooooo...I have typing I *should* do, namely poems. Much poemwork to be dealt with. V, if I show up to your house in a screaming panic anytime soon, try to be indulgent.

I love reading old things I've written. Not stories, generally, as I tend to cringe and cry at those, but old journal entries and the whatnot. Old Origins reports... *sighs*

Next year, love. Regardless. God, I'll be graduated by then. Dear shisuss, I'm getting old. And college. Holy bugger-fuck^*, college.

>.<

I...am doomed. Hullo, HCC, how're you today? If I can do half as well as mum does, maybe I could figure out a way to transfer somewhere a little more...not community collegeish.

*sighs*

Mom mentioned to me recently that my recent entries have all been a lot more depressed/depressing. Oddly, I agree, and I spent the better part of a thought-process trying to figure it out. I think it's this: my life isn't really any better or worse then it was three years ago, but I write in here more. I've ALWAYS written long depressed angsty emoish rants and raves and self hate and bile. I just don't normally post very much of it.

Mostly it stays locked on Dmitri or in a forgotten notebook. And for the worst of it, hidden as best I can --in plain sight. The self-hate, the wants for suicide, the truly childish bursts of anger and angst...in short, whenever I was being a drama queen.

Huh, almost made a footnote to the effect that, no, I am not planning on commiting suicide anytime soon, there are too many people who would be too badly hurt. But I think most of you know that by now, it's certainly been a subject I've touched on ocassionally. So why am I so defensive about it? Is it because I think I need to convince myself??

I would hope, and claim, no. I know that I am mentally unable to kill myself, not with all you nofty viewers back home who I refuse to hurt that badly, but emotionally...emotions are a tricky thing. They shift and change, far too fast for my feeble mind. Emotionally, do I still hit that point?

...I don't think so. Of all the Sandman I've read, even if it is just the first three books, the one image that has stuck with me the strongest is when Dreams goes to hell and passes the wood of suicides. That's nothing that I want to become, and nothing I WILL become. Suicide is the ultimate act of selfishness, and all society says that selfish is bad. "Ah, but Sorcy dear," SHE whispers to me in her sweetest hiss. "Are you not sworn to defying what society thinks of you? You never do succeed, but shouldn't you at least try. Just one. more. time?"

And swoop, SHE's gone, a chill down my spine and a nervous feeling. I stil don't understand HER, but truly, who understands themselves? Especially their inner demons...

I defy society, but not morality. Hell, if you look at my morals, I'm more stubborn in them then nearly anyone I know. Sex, is icky, and kissing almost as much so. Really, I don't think I'm exaggerating when I call it sucking face, I don't know WHAT you lot all see in it. You make it look quite unapitizing, that's for sure. *gives Veronica a pointed look. GSA party?*

And yes, I have a girlfriend. Who is nearly as asexual as I am. People always get this shocked look when I say I've never even frenched her, and I have a nagging suspicion that the world assumes that these past ten months have culminated in sex.

Really, I'm not made for romance, and even less for for lust. I flirt, yes, with everyone, and generally in a very silly sort of way. True, there can be seriousness involved, more with some people then others (Josh for example, is purely platonic. Chris, is painfully platonic. Eric is ...hmmm...need more p words...hah, therewego, partly platonic. Did I just ruin a good example by using alliteration? (Yes))

On the whole though, I'm better? at being single. Hum, what was it I said? And where --most likely here, but plausibly Behind The Walls...lemme go find it. "It must be something about summer that makes me feel asexual." Oddly true that one is. I don't always agree with my younger selves, but this one is right.

So, in that case, one wonders exactly how I got together with Blue in the first place. Or why Taya still holds so much sway over me (Goddamn you memories) even though she was nothing more then a closely guarded crush. VERY closely guarded.

Heh, maybe the summer just makes me saphhic. Bad news for all them boys. Boys? We don't need no stinkin' boys. Well...maybe just a fewww

Hey V, I officially declare that when we take over the world, we each get a harem. Yes, you can have Orlie (*gagdiepuke*) although by that point he'll be all ancient and not cute anymore, so, of course, you'll be completely over him. There is something to be said for lusting after older actors, they're distinguished! Johnny Depp is very unlikely to lose any of his zohmygod sexiness, same with Gary Oldman or Alan Rickman. Or Tim Curry.

Oh dear, I seem to have gone full spectrum. Silly to thoughtful to melencholy to thoughtful to silly. I do that a lot. I am, at heart, an optimist, and a happy person. Or so I claim. :D

I seem to be out. Which is good, as I should do some work on my poetry project. I need a song for it...Sweet Transvestite, perhaps? What, it fits my theme of individuality and being true to yourself and all that!! (Oh does it EVER!)

I better not HLN that one. Too likely to write in all the AP lines. And there are some bad ones for that song.

Actually, I'm really tempted by that now. *sighs* "If the thought of something makes me giggle for at least 15 seconds, I will assume that it's not allowed"

...Does Sweet Transvestite contain any swears? *looks* Holy shite, most excellent. It uses hell once...but that's excusable. Mrs. Hickman's going to think I'm WEIRD.

You mean she doesn't already?

I don't think she really thinks much of me one way or the other. I'm not entierly her most productive student. Maybe I'd be better if she gave out any sort of, oh, GUIDELINES FOR FUT THE WUCK WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING! *grumbles* Stupid English teacher.

...I should do some work on the big secret project for next year. Most importantly, legality and money issues. *SIGH!* Stupid administration. *shakes fist* What I would give for a libral, or even just not so screamingly conservitive principal. Someone who would, you know, actually agknowladge the GayStraightAllience or support the drama kids juuuuuuuust a little bit. (Is it bad that even a little support would be an improvement? *sigh*)

Soooooo...yes. An extra several paragraphs of thoughtstream has led to a single bit of work on my project. Procrastinators of the world unite! ...tomorrow. Of course, I generally type fast enough that several paragraphs really isn't much more then a few minutes of life.

Still, work. Hey lookit that, we don't really have a working printer. *pokes at the scanner/printer pretending to be attached to Dmitri.* Hum, wonder how this hooks up.

Ah, frell it, I'll just gmail myself and print it via Rocky/Biff/Clyde/whatever it is moms upstairs computer is named. Easier then arguing with Dimi. *pets Dmitri sweetly* Sadist of a computer, I think he enjoys tormenting me. We really need to get him that cute little laptop for him to serenade. For those going "Uh what?" blame Thorog. He's the one that suggested I could placate Dmitri about Seren (my still nonexistent ibook...she's going to be obsolete before I actually succeed in recieving her!) by getting Dimi to serenade her.

Silly is right. Although Mal's setting me on edge.

...Huh. I wonder how intentional that was. Names have such an interesting spin to them. What makes me Sor or Kat at any given time? It really is fifty-fifty or so as to which I call myself at any given point. If I'm talking to, with, or about mek I'm certainly Sor.

And on a similar note, when am I Rin then? Simply when I trail into the fantastical? let's not follow this path, it prooves unsteady.

Alright, vanishing for real this time. Funny, I'm not usually so verbose, I swear! But no elljay cuts for you, neener neener. Mostly because I'm lazy.

Ta then, for now.

~Sor
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*Yes, I realize that this is a redundent curse. I still like it, mostly because long strings of curses are MUCH more fun. My current favorite is probably "Son of a priest and a bright orange spoon"

Michelle has a birthday today! Yay!!

Other stuff:

Z'omygods, TMBG. Still too bouncy to write a write-up.

Rivendell: GYAH! I am FOUR TENTHS of a mile from the first shield (25 miles) I am SO DAMN CLOSE!!! *grumbles*

Origami: I have learned how to make origami lilies, and they are BEAUTIFUL! (I made on for Blue for prom out of the scented paper) I loves them.

Secret project is going very very slowly. I'm running behind, probably.

Hesiman: Apparently the opening night miracle did, in fact, occur, and it went loverly. Except Becky's spot which, like all the lights in the freaking theatre, suck.

TMBG: Z'ohmygods, lustwantneedamazing.

Rocky Horror: I'm going again on Saturday-next (the sixth) It will be rocksome!!

Kat, send me info on this Rocky Horrarr Pirate Show thing. I need anything you can get. MUAHAHA!

School: I'm not really doing my AdComp work. *sigh* I'll go get there now. See ya cats and kittens later!!

~Sor
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