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I spent the weekend in New York City with thorog and his girl, Rose. Insert appropriate They Might Be Giants song here.

We...basically had a sinfully good time of things. Saturday, we arrived and went to Surreal Estate, which is the house/commune muzikmaker21 and roughly fifty other hippies live in. We got the grand tour, and learned far too many names --I think I picked up that prettyboy is Quin(t?), and I met an adorably charming girl called Meg, an aussie named Hannah, and a different adorably charming girl called Emma, who was totally flattered when I accidentally called her Meg. We also went and got really good pizza from the sustainable pizza place across the street from Surreal Estate, where Nathen works.

Eventually, we wandered off to Times Square, where we stood in an abysmally long TKTS line¹ and spent much time debating what show to try and see². We were this close to going and seeing ROCK OF AGES³, but there was not seats together, so we decided we'd rather sit in the same place, and see Avenue Q.

After TKTS, we hit up Toys R Us, where we acquired a Brenton/gyrik_22⁴, and bunches of candy. We did not acquire a dinosaur, because it wouldn't fit in my purse, or a stick pony, even though I was tempted. Also, LEGO PIRATES ARE HAPPENING AGAIN! Just so you all know.

Dinner wound up being at a bar a couple blocks up from Times Square (Daltons? I think Daltons) which was good food, very nice to Rose and her pepper-allergy, and did not try to card us when we walked in, which would've resulted in me being kicked out⁵. So they get points! From there to AveQ, which was fairly enjoyable, and pretty much targeted exactly at the four of us --the girl halfway through her undergrad, the girl in the middle of her graduate degree, the boy just out of college and trying to make a living in the big city, and the boy trying to get a doctorate. Musicals written for twenty-somethings are fun!

Wandered for a while in search of ice cream, settled for Jamba Juice at the Port Authority, at least in part because they had bathrooms. Headed back to Surreal Estate, where we learned that drunk hippies really really like delicious oatmeal chocolate chip cookies⁶. Tho and Rose did their own thing for a bit, and I went out on one of the roofs with Nathen and Meg to chill. Oh, and in case I haven't made it clear enough yet, Surreal Estate is very *very* awesome. I may go ahead and take my ten day trial period sometime, were I a New York kind of girl. ((They give you ten days before they figure you've moved in, and should therefore pay rent or teach dancing or give backrubs or something. They are a very chill commune.))

We slept. [I am debating this sentence, someone remind me to ask Tho if I can post it.] Sunday morning we woke up, got dressed, and danced salsa and swing in the common room. Eventually, we managed to wander out for bagels, which were delicious, and thrift storing, which was really quite fun --Nathen managed to find a tie that said "viagra" on it repeatedly, and I got a gorgeous summery dress --doubly good, since it was a billion degrees out, and I had previously been wearing black jeans.

We left Surreal Estate and headed to The Strand, where we again met up with Brenton. I'm not entirely sure what happened between 1:30 and 4, but I think it involved a lot of books, and possibly Forbidden Planet. From there, we walked many many blocks to a tiny little macaroon shop Tho had found out about using the power of the INTERNET! and then a pasta shop for dinner, and a quick look around Macys while waiting for the bus home.

Ended out the trip by sitting on the sidewalk in a light rain, chatting and snuggling. Long, overly hot, ride home with some absolutely smashing conversation, and then to bed, to bed.

...or in my case, to Vera, in order to chat with people and make sure none of you has exploded while I was gone.

And that was my weekend! Origins in three days! Aiee, I've got to pack >.<

~Sor
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1: Dear mom, you lied, it's not under the Marriot Marquee anymore. It is in fact, smack in the middle of Times Square
2: NTS: Write "Phantom of Chicago Q...OF AGES!"
3: \m/
4: Okay, yeah, there's a reason I couldn't remember your screenname, Dragon. It is a complicated name, that I'm not totally positive I can pronounce.
5: Not that we ordered any boozahol anyways. But they do sometimes card at the door, and being as I was the only under-21 in the group, it would've been annoying as all hell.
6: Brenton made 'em for us because he's a gentleman or somesuch. They were fekken' delicious, and did not last very long at all.

Blabla, choose 13 names, blabla, answer some questions.

1) artemisfowl2nd
2) ksatyr
3) drama_angel3189
4) werewulf
5) thorog
6) jestingly_yours
7) thru_violets
8) kdsorceress
9) shadowcaptain
10) sonsashi
11) macaroniandtuna
12) marcmagus
13) shield_toad111

( Haha, meme's are totally not equal to what I SHOULD be doing right now. )

Uhmyeah. Now is the time when I should be typing up notes and information for the Lesley University Chaos Club, which I may or may not be starting.

Also, what the fuck does "pompus telks" mean? Because I appear to have written that on my arm as a note for myself for something for the LUCC to do, and it makes NO SENSE AT ALL, OHMAN.

~Sor
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By the way, this Ctrl-Alt-Del doesn't even need context to make me giggle

If I have not mentioned lately that I absolutely adore thorog in every way because he is totally awesome, then I feel I should do so right now.

I have a new icon.

Thorog is frigging AWESOME!

~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"

:p

Curse non-boring lectures!

~Sor

This time, it's decided to manifest itself into me sending a message to every one of my friends.

afterwards-My other favorite mod of silliness. Yay!
anneroyster-All I have to say to you is that if you're not careful, the chickens will getcha. Remember that.
anvildropper- Woof!
artemisfowl2nd- Meow! Hello original the second.
bobthespirit- I need to read your comic. That seems like a much better solution to doing this. Ah well, eventually. I promise.
chefmike- You haven't updated for a while cause your at some sort of camp, right? Or do I have my wires crossed.
chickenhat-I've always loved your name, you know that right. I mean Chickenhat is just SO awesome sounding.
dark_archer42-You don't exist. I know this because you've NEVER FREAKING POSTED!! EVER!!
dotdorsner-My other favorite mod of silliness!!!! Yay!!
drama_angel3189-You. *Vendetta-esque glare*
dramaqueen7689-I read your little story, and it took you long enough to figure out.
ednoria-I can't babysit your darling child for a month. This sucks!! Hugs to both of you!
fearthemullet-Have you ever posted?
ferretlet-Hello!
flyingiguanas25-*hugs to my older brother*
jannyblue-I'm going to be you when I grow up. Keep that in mind.
kdsorceress-*stabs* Hey! that hurt!
kirby1024-You're one of the few sluggites who I have any idea what you look like.
knotjaguar-I'm going to assume you're kullervo, since you're the one name so far that I don't instantly recognize as someone.
kugelblitz-I am going to have a car just like yours. Mini-Coopers are ROCK-AWESOME!
llefser-My other other favorite ex mod of silliness! Yay!! Waitaminute...I sense a pattern here...
lonebear-I'm sorry about the lasik :-(
madamluna-Have a present! *looks arounf for something to give* uhhh...have some elmers white glue!
mommyrex-I babysit.
moongoddess88-You don't exist much either. What is it with all these people not existing.
ms_hecubus-You exist though, so it's all good.
newtype-See! See!! You ARE a friend. Now.
number_12-Webcomics rule.
pebbles12300426-*sniffle* You're going to California!! Horrible man!
quadrophenic86-*hugs* Yay to my favorite techie-actor. Or alternately, my favorite Florida techie.
saberwing-Eeny Oony Wahnah
scandiamaxie- Purple is a very good colour.
sheisacarnival-Ah! My favorite no-longer-a-senior! I wish I could visit you at Target but I can't.
sildar-The first MD sluggite I ever really chatted with. oddly interesting.
siothaed-ILMA (similar to ILMS but different)
speaker2animals-*pets the big vicious kzinti*
the_grey_mouser-I have one of my friends charecters livejournal on here. God I'm a nerd.
theatrephantom-My sweet little Sarah!
thorog-My favorite random sluggite. You are random! SCORE!
unknown_techie-*steals his BAWLS*
werewulf-*This space left intentionally blank*
whimmydiddle-Good luck finishing up with all the room painting and such

~Sorceress/Kat

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