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A Most Unusual Teenager's Perspective on the World at Large
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| Stollen for Ria, 'cause it's memetime!
* Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
* NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
* They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
* You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
((My note? Please DO ask questions. A couple of the images are easily misinterpreted, and while I think it would be really really funny to have to answer the question, I really do not feel like telling everyone I know "no, I am not going to be a boy, I am happy being cisgendered female" or whatever. Also, I like comments.))
( I should point out that I have roughly gabillions of images on my desktop. These are ten that fit me today. Tomorrow's batch would be completely different, I expect. )
~Sor
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| Sometimes I make myself laugh --case in point:
9:53:26 PM jere7my: How's you?
9:53:39 PM Sorky: Not bad
9:53:51 PM Sorky: Cleaning room, kinda
9:53:56 PM jere7my: Ooo.
9:53:59 PM Sorky: May be out of energons
9:54:06 PM Sorky: Will have to beat up some cars until I get more
I really really like the concept of beating random machines until they give me energon cubes.
~Sor
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(No, don't worry if you don't know what an energon cube is. It means you probably have an actual life.) | | comments: 7 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| Unrelatedly, at Origins, I found true love:
Yes, that is a GIGANTIC orange pyramid. Yes, it is fuzzy. Man, can you imagine how awesome it would be to play Icehouse with those things? The regular giant pyramids got nothing...
~Sor
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Photo credit Akchizar, 2009 | | comments: 16 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| Man, I have like four interesting, discussion-wanting posts brewing, and I can't remember any of them right now.
Except for this one:
What do you look like on the mentalscape. Online, in your head, whatever. Are you you, only slimmer and taller and with better hair? Are you a cartoon, with bold lines and bright colours? Do you feel more comfortable in a non-human skin, or a suit of fur?
( my answers beneath cut )
~Sor
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| As happens every time I haven't posted in greater than twenty four hours, I feel I should apologize for my absence or something. Of course, the trade off is every time I post more than once in a twenty four hour span, I feel I should apologize for being spammy.
One of these days I'll actually get through my own head that "It's My Journal and I'll Post if I Want To" is true, and applies to me. (Rather than just publicly saying it all over the place. It's sorta like the whole I constantly *say* that I am a good and worthwhile person, but I'll be damned if I have any ability to believe that. (Unless I've just been chatting with Brenton, or jere7my, or any other of a handful of people who can actually outstubborn me in a way that is effective. Or something.)
...I should not write livejournal entries on extended sleep-dep. They do not make sense.
SOYES! LIFE!
Going over to Veronica's place in a little bit, because I haven't seen her in weeks, due to both of us having camp and day jobs and boyfriends and a complete lack of brain outside of those first two things. I'm psyched, though I really ought to do that showering thing first.
Girl scout camp was decent, though I can't possibly say it was awesome without Blue Canary around to sprain his/her ankle in moon bounces, or lean on me during skits, or sing "So Long and Thanks For All the Fish" or borrow comics from, or do the whole damn sixth grade sleepover with and have weird awkward romantic tension, or any one of the million other things that memory bombed me over the week of camp.
Memory bomb is a term I am working on defining --expect essay once I actually start to clean up my world and find the notebook I've been writing things in.
Speaking of Blue, I got to see her/him last night at movie night! S/he was totally sweet about the fact that I was exhausted, and wound up sleeping on her/im a bunch. This was a really really really nice lovely thing. S/he is good folk. ((And warrents both genders, since "confusing" doesn't have pronouns))
Been courting. I'd say details to follow, but when have you ever gotten details about my love life? You probably don't even know which of my 2d6 romantic/sexual entanglements I actually consider boyfriends!
(It does worry me a little that I'm probably the only one who can come up with a list of all 2d6 --any number between two and twelve. I need a wiki or something. Or to finally redraw that gorram family tree.)
Work sucks. Sketchy guy has not come in lately, which is totally okay by me. Coworker is going through some amount of divorce, which sucks. AwesomeBoss has been on vacation, which means I've been dealing with RelaxedBoss. My job is rocksome, and yet, I am still poor. Damn the world and its expensive.
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its expensiveness. Or possibly 'its expense'. Damn and *blast*, I'm tired.
Food, shower, Veronica's. Maybe someday I'll actually clean my room.
~Sor
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| My dream last night was kindof a Who's Who of fabulosity1 in general, but the part I find most amusing is that I think my subconscious only pulled ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ncarraway2 in because I decided to sing Cthulu Fthagn3, and it figured he'd appreciate the Lovecraft.
...yes, I have a very strange Dreamscape.
Still not king, still the prettiest, still sick.
~Sor
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1: MadamLuna and Deceased Crab were there, Tho showed up for a moment, Luna's excellent mother was around, Sam (one of the lab rabbits) made an appearance, Magus was there (my ageish) as was his older brother (?!) It was a birthday party!
2: And he wasn't in the dream before that, and he wasn't in the dream after that, soyeah. Apparently, I associate unspeakable horrors of the deep with that cute redhead I kissed at NEFFA. Who knew?
3: Cthulu Fthagn...what a wonderful phrase! Cthulu Fthagn...Say it and you're craaaazed! | | comments: 10 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| So, one of the benefits(?) of working at the thrift store is that we've constantly got the local mix station playing. It basically plays assorted unoffensive songs from the sixties up through today, and if the music isn't excellent, at least most of the time it's ignorable.
I've actually managed to learn a couple of good songs from there --I perk up, for instance, every time Carly Simon comes on to sing about me, and I actually made an effort to add both "As I Lay Me Down" and "Hey There Delilah" to my music collection. I've also managed to learn a handful of unbelievably annoying songs, things that earworm me like nobodies business, or make me want to claw out my brain.
And then there's Love Story, by Taylor Swift. It's new --I only heard it for the first time this summer-- and the lyrics managed to grab me enough on that very first listen to make me take note.
Because seriously?
"Romeo take me someplace we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all we have to do is run
You be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby just say yes"
The whole thing seems designed to push my damsel in distress button. "STOP WAITING" I want to scream at her. "If you want him so bad, go out and get him yourself! It's not fair or right to make the boy do everything in the relationship!"
Compounding the issue is the fact that both the video and the song imply that our heroine is little more than a teenager, making this a story of a high school aged girl finding her perfect love and living HAPPILY EVER AFTER! YAY!
...The Sorcyress really doesn't believe much in the idea of people finding their perfect true love and living happily ever after so young. Even moreso, what little she does believe in the idea, she really really doesn't support the idea, for anyone --let yourself get through college, get out in the world, experience things before you decide to settle down with the one true love of your life.
So, that's two major strikes against the song, lyrically. It makes me cringe in ways that very few songs do, just because of how painfully useless the heroine is. Seize your own destiny, woman!
...but I love this song to bits and pieces. Maybe it's just the fun pop melody or something, but nothing the radio plays can put a smile on my face like hearing this song. I mean, I actually went onto YouTube, just so I could find it and listen to it whenever I felt like it. I can sing along with most of the words, and I'm okay with that, because I really really like this song.
A couple weeks ago at work, a potential reason of why it resonates so deeply with me hit, and hit *hard*. Yes, I hate everything this damsel stands for. But let's be honest for a second --isn't my relationship with The Doctor the exact same thing?
He's not my Romeo, but he's still that wonderful magical figure who's gonna appear and save me from this boring life sometime. He'll take me away from everything I want to escape from, and I won't have to do a thing to make it happen. And *man* does it bother me that this comparison is so damn clear.
I can try and sugarcoat it, to make me feel better about myself. "Waiting for the adventure of a lifetime is *nothing* like waiting for a boyfriend" yeah, well, why not? Ms. Swift and I both want to be taken away. What's it matter that we want to be taken for different reasons? And who's to say that the one's more important or better than the other?
At any rate, I've been working on a filk in the back of my head. "Doctor Who take me someplace we can go explore / I've been waiting for you to show up at my door / You be the Time Lord, I'm your companion / it's a sci-fi story, baby it'll be fun" We'll see if I actually ever finish it. In the meantime, well...I'll continue to deride that sort of helpless damsel attitude.
...but at least I now know that I've got it too.
~Sor
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| Well, I mean, yeah. Origins, woo!
Because it's not like I've ever managed to be consistent about my con reports in any way shape or form anyways, and because I think I made about three tweets total over the five days of con, I'm just gonna go ahead and swipe sparr0's good/bad/ugly method of doing things.
Soyeah. Origins 2009!
The Good:
*Won the Aquarius Hair Down again. More than a little bit bummed that Conor wasn't around to beat. Probably not going to enter for a couple of years now, just to give other folk a chance.
*Got to make much better friends with people who've been on my periphery for years --Sparr and Peter chief among them, though I also got some worthwhile conversation in with Tony. From the rabbit side of things, got to spend some amount of time chatting with Lee, and JP, and Shin, and Beth, all of whom I just adore, plus loads of other lovely friendly rabbits.
*Got to play mama for a while on Thursday night, which may have been exactly what I needed at that point in time. Made friends with a rabbit called John, who was busy migraining, and sat with him until the rain died down enough so he could walk home without being soaked to the skin.
*Managed to grab Tho by himself for long enough to get across the idea that I wanted to just hang out one on one with him sometime. Led to the two of us having just us time for pretty much every day until he left, which was fantastic, and very needed.
*Made somewhere in the range of fifty dollars for the MS society --haven't bothered to add it all up yet.
*Taught Icehouse to Rose, and Tho, and Stewart. Also got roped into teaching it to random Looney Labs newbies.
*Got to do four hours of driving out to Ohio, which resulted in me driving (yay!) and listening to good music (yay!)
*Got to have a boffersword fight as part of a Morton's List quest. I...lost, but it was pretty fun regardless. I like boff.
*Played way way WAY too much Win Lose or Banana, which is good, as it's kinda the greatest game there ever was, or something. Also played a fair amount of Are You the Banana. Cannot WAIT to bring both games back to the LUCC.
*Bought bright orange dice, and another stash of xeno treehouse. One more stash, and I can finally own my orange stash of pyramids!!
*Was given roofies by Tony, in an awesome example of "I never trust you in game, but I totally trust you outside of game" ((No, they were not really roofies, hush))
*Got to moderate a truly ridiculous pair of games of Werewolf at early in the morning on Sunday. Where early is after six or so. Oh, that is *such* the best times for such games. <3
The Bad:
*No Midnight Massacre, which I'm still kinda bummed about.
*Did pretty shite in the International Icehouse Tournament. Got Icehoused, which is just embarrassing, and spent the first two games being slapped around by Jacob. Did much better the second two games, though I don't think I had a score higher than 24.
*Significantly less werewolf, and what werewolf there was, did not involve some of my favourite people. ROSS! We play at least one game together next year, gottit?
*Did decent at running Andy vs Everybody, but fucked up a couple of key concepts. Will be better next year, I think.
*Only got ice cream from the fantastic North Market ice cream store once. This is deeply saddening.
The Ugly:
*Continue to have no idea how I feel about Morton's List. I think I enjoy it, but I also think it's a game intended for people who are much less lawful than I am.
*Spent most of a twenty four hour period crying in the bathroom whenever I was alone. Eventually got over it. Was not happytimes though. Definitely more crying than any other Origins, possibly more crying than any other con. Most of it was social exhaustion, I think. Was fun experimentation with masks and how shite I am at not looking like I've been crying when I'm tired.
*I don't actually like the newest Looney Labs game -Are You the Traitor?- all that much, which made it difficult to be enthusiastic about it. I like all the components, but for whatever reason, they just don't mesh right in my brain. Sigh, and stuff.
As for the real world, I am sick, and skipping work. This is unbelievable amounts of lamesauce. Also, I had a pretty decent week of girl scout camp, which will get a report once I have taken pictures of a few key things, like the metal pie-maker I melted. >.>
~Sor
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| It's late, and I am very *very* tired --it has been a really really draining past few weeks, with little chance to recharge.
But still. There is a substantial part of my brain which recognizes that this is the only night I'll have alone with my computer in a while. The problem with being a people filled house is that we're always full of people. So I complain of this --"Yes, I'm acting five. I should go to bed, but I don't waaaaanna!"
The answer is simple: "Then go out and DO something"
The solution is harder. It's Thursday night in Columbia, and I don't have a car. What is there that I can DO? I'm dressed for one certain subset of adventure --my newest short skirt, and no bra-- anything more proper would involve a change of clothing. The house was decreed family only, meaning there's not anyone here I can grab for an impromptu much of anything. Ten fifteen is not too late, no, but still later than I'd be willing to call most people.
On the one hand, maybe I should just go to sleep. But at the same time...fuck man, eventually I'm going to be a respectable schoolteacher and I'll *have* to be boring and risk-free. In the meantime, I wanna go DO things, be things! I want to dance like an idiot in a room full of people I'll never see again, want to go have a fling with a stranger, break someone else's heart for a change.
I think it really just is that I want to do something completely sociopathic, since I'm completely out of any ability to care about people anymore. I'm doing pretty well still with friends on the internet, talking through a computer screen, but when it comes to face to face interactions...?
Not happening. Not happening at all, and that means I really need to go ahead and figure out how to recharge my social meter. Time's the usual way, but judging by the way I feel...maybe I do need to put on the heels and go break some sweet boy's heart. No. No, it's not a good or nice thing to do at all. But every once in a while, I kinda need to be neither nice nor good.
Alas, my eyelids are closing rather outside my onw coice. Bailling on flag aceremony is thatw wnd. woi
RIGHT, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WAS TYPING. ((Or why I appear to have randomly gone from "I'm falling asleep" to "flag ceremony!" That means further anything will have to wait until tomorrow. Ta!
~Sor
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| Goddamnit, do I have a tag that says "I have a crush on every boy" yet?
Because I have a crush on every boy.
~Sor
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((Inspired in part by "I love photography, origami, board games, bondage, science fiction, movies, and computers", from a new friend's userinfo. Oh, I do so love boys who are honest about the things they like.))
((Also, sometime I'll write a real post about this.)) | | comments: 6 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| Regarding my last post:
Holy unsmurfing shit!
A further reaction will occur once I've read all the responses and other posts, and possibly chat logs or something, and dear *gods*, I did not meant to start an entire inadvertent smurfstorm that ravaged the internet, or at least the parts of it I care about.
...okay, yeah, I kinda did. Or to be perfectly honest, I wrote a post that was particularly emo, and then, after rereading it, I decided that it was worth posting in order to cause dramaincite discussion. Judging by the bits and pieces I've picked up from glancing at comments, it looks like discussion certainly happened.
HOWEVER!
The next days I have without anything whatsoever scheduled are the 21-23 of July. For those not keeping track at home, that is more than three weeks where I am doing things, every fucking day. For those that don't know this about me, that much enforced social is a *really* bad idea.
I'll respond to you guys when I get to it. And yes, I'll do my own response, too.
~Sor
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| | Tags: | argument baiting, bestof, clothes, clothing, dancing, fishing for comments, fmis, food, gender, gendersex, reasons why sorcy is fucked up, sexuality, tagged | | Subject: | I leave you to draw your own conclusions. | | Time: | 12:51 am |
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| Women are warm and soft and curvy, and squish in all the right places. They have nice breasts, and hips, and don't have sharp elbows or knees. They take care of their body, and do things to make it look and smell nice.
They know how to cook, and are good at it. They make things from raw ingredients, not from boxes, and know how to go shopping for what they need, and don't even bother with recipes, since it's all so very simple to them anyways.
They sew things. They can both make things from patterns, like costumes and period clothing, or they can modify things that they get from other stores, to make them fit better.
They know what colours look good on them, and what colours match with each other, and what colour belt you should wear with these shoes, and what pattern shirt you should wear with that skirt. They can tell what clothes flatter their figure well, and what clothes won't. They look good in dresses. They own proper underwear, with lace sometimes, that serves just as much as decoration as it does utility.
They wear make-up, often every day. They know how to do it subtle-like, so that no one can tell they're made up, and they know how to do it striking, to emphasize their eyes and cheeks and lips. They can apply lipstick in one go. They know what hues to use for their skin tone. Similarly, they know lots of pretty things to do with their hair, and can pick or choose to match the occasion.
Women follow when they dance. If they're quite good at dancing, they lead sometimes as well, but only with the very inexperienced. They are good at following, and do not try to back lead.
They are flirtatious in appropriate ways. If they are single, they can flirt with strangers out in the big wide world, catch eyes, ask boys for numbers, all that sort of things. If they are hooked, they know how to behave properly as half a couple, know when to kiss their boyfriend, and how to hold him and where hands should be placed.
They do not tell dirty jokes. They may be bawdy in groups of their closest girl friends, discuss vibrators or birth control or very mild kinks, but they wouldn't dare mention masturbation in mixed company, or be vulgar. They are not sexual creatures in public. They may sometimes tease their boyfriends in public, but no one else, and get embarrassed if someone notices.
They are monoamorous, and display cautious amounts of jealousy towards their boyfriend's female friends. They are heterosexual, except for perhaps a few incidents of experimentation in high school or college, and perhaps except for a best friend, with whom wildly over the top, and completely platonic flirtation can occur.
~S/R
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| | Tags: | books, brenton, cryptic, direct remarks, food, i-have-a-crush-on-every-boy, loot, music, musicals, nathen, nyc, places, rose, shopping, shops, tagged, thorog, tmbg, unfiled people-alsoreal | | Time: | 01:37 am |
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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. | | comments: 17 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| 2007 03 30: The last time I felt like this was more than two years ago. And when the anxieties got to be too much, and the worry and the fear, and the irrational "Well, what if e hates me?" boiled over, I had arms to fall into, and a shoulder to cry on.
The next ten days were really really good, but I cried a lot.
Two years later, I still cry a lot. Different reasons, same root cause. "It's okay, I'm over it." she lied.
2006 03 25: I couldn't tell you the date I met him, but well over three years ago was when we stopped being acquaintances and started becoming friends. He saw me as a challenge, I saw him as far enough away to be safe to trust.
Instead I'll just IM you randomly when you're on to encourage you to open up.
...okay. You call it a geas, I call it...I don't know, actually. Maybe one of the best things to ever happen to me? A reason to own a camera and know about time zones and to stay up very late on the computer?
2007 08 15: I can't remember if I knew what you told me about myself prior to this, or not. Maybe I knew it, but had never heard it said. Words have power, sometimes it's important to say them aloud.
But you told me one of my flaws -that I wouldn't fight back when people were upset with me, that I would let myself take the blame. Maybe that's why I started to fix that, started to try and remember what was good for *me* and not just what was good for the rest of the world.
2007 03 23: This is one of those lynchpins in my world. I had a choice. I try very very hard to live my life without regretting what-might-have-been, so I refuse to say I made the wrong decision. But I wonder sometimes if the other, albeit younger, Sorcy is happier.
2006 08 07: Eleven words made me happy for three years. I don't think they apply anymore, but they are still the best sentence that has ever been said to me.
2008 03 17: I have no recollection of the thoughts that came after this chat. It was one of those later chats, that were more scattered. That's what I miss most, really. We both have lives, we both have weird schedules. And we've grown in enough different directions that we don't have thousand line chats anymore.
2008 11 07: Roughly 211 days ago, I started keeping an eye on a tiny little countdown clock in the corner of my dashboard. It's become more specific since then, more refined. And the numbers have been ticking ever closer to zero.
2009 06 17: In approximately five hours and 19 minutes, I get to meet Tho.
I am terrified.
~Sor
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| So, some amount of time ago, Jesse lets me know via the internets that he's going to be in DC, which is not in the slightest bit my city, but is a city, and relatively close by. We consistently fail to make any sort of plan, beyond "yeah, we should hang out!"
Today at about ten thirty, he calls being all "so, 'sup?" The end result is that, after I actually wake up properly, fail at gas, get lost, park at Greenbelt Station, walk allll the way across, take a train, have a "so, where are YOU" conversation, Jesse and I met up, and spent the day wandering around DC! (Well, DC and Georgetown)
We had a just lovely time, largely because neither of us was really intending to go do any intensely touristy things. We visited the national arbourium, which was pretty, and wandered around the capitol trying very very hard not to discuss serial killers or assassins in anything but the vaguest of terms. Hunger led us to Georgetown, where we got pizza slices larger than our faces, and argued about zombie fighting and how impolite it would be to play The Floor is Lava in the restaurant. We ate baklava on a wide stone wall, overlooking a bridge and a river.
It was all lovely, but there was one moment that was just *fantastic*. As we were walking back to the trains, both to go our separate ways home, I paused by a line of trees. "Firebugs!1" I pointed out gleefully. We stared for a minute at the two or three fireflies glowing beterrn the trees, when he gasped. "Look to the right"
There had to be a hundred little lightning bugs, lighting up their butts and making it seem as though the Earth herself was glittering. It was just *breathtaking*.
I really love the world sometimes.
How was your day?
~Sor
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1: I call lightning bugs/fireflies firebugs. No, I'm not sure why. | | comments: 5 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| Three years ago today, it was 2006, and I worked at the MS150 bike ride as a pirate wench for the very first time!
((I actually feel that's wrong --I must've worked the year before? Maybe? But the enthusiasm makes me think it was my first year. Not that I'm not still enthusiastic --WOO to getting to wear a corset all day, and be a sexy sexy sort of lady.))
That's what I did on Saturday, and that's what I'm doing this weekend, too. Team Greykell takes its piratical volunteering Very Very seriously. What it involves is dressing like a pirate, and running a rest stop. A rest stop is one of the points on the hundred mile ride, where the riders can breathe, and walk around a bit, and get refills on water and perhaps have a banana. A Team Greykell rest stop provides all of those things, as well as ambiance, and swedish fish, and nutella, and jokes, and music, and general mayhem (in the best way possible). It really is incredible amounts of fun to work, and you Maryland folk should figure out a way to get in on this scam.
((You Boston folk should go digging through your closets for garb, since I'm going to see if I can't start a Team Greykell branch of my very own up in the wild north there...))
Andyes. Eventually, I will own a working camera (or just borrow mom's) and give you recent pictures of me in my pirate garb(s), mostly because I make a damn fine wench.
( I also made a damn fine wench three years ago. I would take a comparison shot this year, but the location has moved )
~Sor
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| Some collected XYATs:
2004-05-23
we go to walmart and I get these great Jazz shoes. (Aly gets ballet shoes) It's the first time I've ever held any love in my heart for a pair of shoes...So I have new Jazz shoes which I will use for danceing and tech jobs.
Gah, typos. Also, gah Walmart. >.>
Butyeah. I have officially owned dancing shoes for over five years. I am very *very* happy about that fact.
2004-05-29
I babysat Koob last night for several hours.
Marking the start of my greatest job ever. It lasted just about two years, every Friday night, sitting on Koob for five or six hours. Or, to be technical, sitting on Koob for two or four hours until he went to bed, and then curling up in the original 42 Bar for truth or dare, drinks, and generally enjoying myself like mad.
...A lot of my life happened in the four square feet surrounding the upstairs computer in Ednoria. One particular chatlog, the entirety1 of three relationships, the starts of at least two courtships, my favourite (least favourite?) discovery...Yeah. Good times, I suppose.
...I miss the bar a lot. Nothing's ever come close to matching it. The Pie Shop's nice and all, but it's just not the same. It's just like the old days of Sluggy.net, or something. Man, nostalgia was so much better in the old days.
2006-05-24
Also, I reciecved a flower today, from someone most froody. So YAYFORTHAT! Because getting flowers rocks. Danke Katters! *smiles*
It's in Boston now. A sugar rose, to sit on my desk, and remind me that (regardless of what has and will happen) I am loved sometimes.
2005-06-01
Hooray for flowers! It really did make my day, hon. *Smiles*
That's interestingly close, between the first two flowers ever given to me. I'm not sure I could have definitively told you which came first.
They both matter, in that silly little romantic-girl way. Just matter differently.
2006-05-31
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.
Hahaha. Like...two weeks ago, the two of us played some Mega Bomberman. We STILL suck at beating the computer players. Luckily, we've been less competitive with each other.
Also, we *really* need to learn that damn Pink Louie dance...
(Same entry)
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
I'm calling this the first time I ever braided my hair, by myself. Meaning I've been doing that for more than three years, off and on.
Most useful talent *ever*. Seriously, long haired folk --learn how to braid your own hair. It makes all of life better.
2006-06-03
You lot will have to wait until I've had time to be a camera whore before you get to see what I bought. Unless you come to movie night tonight. Then you can just see.
Hoorah for RenFest Garage Sales!
I've owned wench garb for over three years! Yay!! I still wear the *hell* out of that skirt, too, and the only reason I don't wear the corset more often is 'cause the boning is starting to come out.
I took the picture offline though. It was a little too sexualized for something I want on the internet. ((2009, the summer of starting to actually give a shit about my reputation?))
2006-06-08
We are minus one cat. Tess was put down this afternoon. And I'm...doing alright. It sucks though.
*shrugs* Yeah. Tempest was put down when I was...in seventh grade, or so? About four years prior.
Whimsy and TSoD are doing just fine, though.
2007-05-23
C) Did I mention yet that I NEVER HAVE TO TAKE A HIGH SCHOOL CLASS AGAIN, EVER!!!!
Glee!
2007-05-23
My mouth feels very very...strange. There is a reason for this. The scientific name for that reason is something like "I don't have braces anymore WOO!"
NO SERIOUSLY, FUCKING GLEE!! I hated having braces so much. Soooo fucking much. Hatehate. Haaate.
Andyes! That's what had been happening!
~Sor
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1: Okay, technically Blue and I broke up about two weeks after I got fired. But by that point...well...I already knew we were done. Soyeah. | | comments: 2 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| ((What, did you all think I forgot about the X Years Ago Today project? Well, I did. But I've remembered again, and am possibly going to post a quick rundown of the last three weeks for the last five years.))
Four years ago today, it was 2005. And sweet little Sorcyress prior even to her first significant other (though just post her first heartbreak) got her very first french kiss. Awwwww.
...From Koob.
The kid I babysit.
Who, at the time, was four.
My life is a truly delightful one sometimes. :P
~Sor
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((ETA: Apparently one year ago today, (2008) I made bread. I have absolutely no reccolection of this. If you'd asked me before I reread this post if I had ever made bread, I would've answered "no" with all the honesty in my heart. But yeah, there we go.)) | | comments: 5 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| Weird dreams --I think I was REM rebounding a little bit from the previous night, where I tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well at *all*
Among other things, JannyBlue played a big part --I was at a con where Rob was selling stuff, so it made sense. She gave me a My Little Pony that appeared to be a hybrid of two completely different ponies --the head was a different colour than the body, and you could take it apart. Presumably, if I had more of that kind, I could've assembled them into an uberpony.
...I really really want an uberpony, now.
Other, more reality based things, involve seeing Dylan Moran last night --he's very cute-- and having a baby fall asleep in my lap at babysitting yesterday. Which was totally adorable. NTS, get in touch with lonebear and giraffeaholic sometime. Other note to self, learn how to spell "giraffeaholic".
OH RIGHT BREAKFAST AND THEN WORK, BYE!
(My brain is gone. Sigh, and stuff!)
~Sor
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