It's FAR too effing early

Although, apparently early in the morning I'm either more tactful, or too tired to be angry at people.

Yeah. Sor is up at three in the god's be damned morning. Rather against her will, I'm afraid.

Being a girl BITES! You boys don't realize how lucky you have it.

On the plus side, it is post Balticon, so my body can behave itself ocassionally. How much you wanna bet I start bleeding as soon as I get into London? Please don't answer that -I'm an optimist. I'd like to *pretend* the odds are in my favour, even if they're not.

Seven girls and four adults, half of whom will be PMSing at one point or another, I suspect. Oh dear Lord, I've signed onto a nightmare. Blah.

You know what sucks? Finding midol and taking hot baths and roaming around have waken me up, not to mention google-serching how to make a hot pad out of things I might have in my pantry (thus far unsucessful)

Oh wait, apparently rice works. Hmmm, does anyone know if plastic baggies explode if you put them in the nukerwave? Maybe I should find a dicebag. Let's go see if we can wrangle one of those.

Oh right, and the above sucks because I really, REALLY can't justify going back to sleep. Hear me out on this one before you give me your dissaproving looks, mom. If I go back to sleep at this point, I will be impossible to wake up, and fairly groggy and tired. If I make the push, however, and just stay awake until school and then do a regular day, I will end up tiredish at the end of it, but I'll be awake and presumably ready when Veronica shows up. A unique and interesting concept, I know.

I wanna try polyphasic sleep. Except it'd be virtually impossible for me to pull off, what with SCHOOL and not being able to sleep in the middle of that. I'd try it during the summer, but it'd be a bitch to have to readapt to monophasic when school started again, and I don't think I could pull it off in London. (Scratch that...I know I couldn't pull it off London-side) So if I was going to flirt with the idea, I'd have to start whenever it is I start college.

Which is not going to be soon.

Should I be turning this into two entries? Probably, but in all truth I don't care. It's amazing about how much I don't care about things right now. Early morning is a very selfish time.

Midol is the best invention in the world, however. Also, it is impressive how much more awake one feels when one gets dressed in real clothes. Nightgowns are nice, but have that whole restful quality to them. Real clothes are much better.

I wonder how I'm going to explain awake to Dad. Mum will be easy enough to deal with, until she reads this entry (And I'm far too lazy to make an 'everyone but my mother' filter) but dad is not used to having strange teenagers be in his house. Well, awake in his house. Especially not me.

I should go work on my lovely little Balticon report. All manner of stuff has made it in there, and mek is going to kill me, but that's ok. I can ressurect myself, that's the fun thing about being a sorceress.

I will go ahead and say that favorite people of the weekend (Besides Larry and Sue for bringing me --THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!) are probably marcmagus and jannyblue. Mostly because I really wasn't expecting either of them, and they both pleased me no end pretty much just by existing. So yay for them.

Ooo, internet's working. I should go investigate finding that thing. Yeah. *waves hand vaguely* I'll tell you lot later, unless I forget, which is entirely likely.

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Dude. A three hour stream of conciousness elljay update done when I'm too tired to think very rationally is probably cruel. But wouldn't it be lovely fun? This is why I don't advise asking what I'm thinking at any given moment -I'm odd enough to tell you. And unlike some people, I fund it impossible to turn off my thoughtstream, or even really to limit it. Which leads to babbling, and ocassionally, nervous breakdowns. But that only happened once.

Right, archive trawling. Back shortly.

Oh wow, I didn't say anything NEARLY as embaressing as I expected to in my post-origins report. I must have saved all the swooning for the private journals. Is it possible that little old froshman me knew the first rule of online blogging, namely, always assume that the person who you least want to read anything, will?

Actually, I think she knew it better then I do these days. So, I am just more trusting, or do I have better secrets to share? Maybe I'm fracturing the walls some.

Of course, then something like the recent fiasco with whatshisname occurs, and I go back and add another layer of cement to the top. (And before you ask, no, I do know exactly what whatshisname's name is, I just don't feel like telling *you*. See above notes on assuming that the person you want least to read, is.)

I like my walls. *runs hand over them affectionately* Which apparently I can do, as there now seems to be a rather three dimensional map of my brain in the lounge. That's new.

*looks around*

Her pit seems to have dissapeared as well, which is very very nice. I can definently deal with Her not being lurking so much, and Her recent proximity to Hyde was making me nervous. Even if he's been very quiet lately.

Really, they all have. Maybe it's just that I haven't talked to Aren and the boys in a while -they all florished when I was regularly chatting with her. Although, it tends to be a bit...dramatic therabouts.

'sok, it tends to be a bit dramatic hereabouts, too. Even discounting all the lovely voices in my head, my life is...exciting. Interesting, perhaps. Ah, a Shin'a'in curse, "May your life be interesting." Provided I'm remembering right, of course.

...did I spell that right? *Googles*

Oo, I did! Ha, shows that my lovely Myste Lackey obsession hasn't COMPLETELY died out. I should reread some of those again, especially the ones I've only ever read once.

You know what are fun? Nancy buttons, which are rather too pretty, and damn they STOLE MY MIND! (Not to mention far too much of my money) I'm currently wearing my "sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak POUNCE!" and my "Free Hugs" buttons, because they're still attached to my hat. I should probably DETACH all the other ones that are living on my piratecoat or my bag, but meh. Too lazy. Plus, the dangers of the internets (ie, people I enjoy chatting with) have stolen my brain again. Curse them all!

Well, actually don't. I do, after all, rather like both mek and Marc, and them being cursed is bad.

I'm going to go work on my conreport some. Mostly because I'm now rational enough to do so.

*isback* Not that it really matters on elljay, it's all sort of blendy and timeless. It's almost like a time machine!

I should go out and watch the sunrise. I don't think it's started yet though, so I can't. I should at least keep track of it though.

Talking to people is most excellent. I like people. Of course, I can't talk to people AND have a thoughtstream going at the same time, so yeah. Or rather, I can, I just can't write it down.

Oh wow, y'know what I haven't done in a while? I haven't trawled the What's New page at Snopes in a while. Back shortly...

Well, not shortly. And carp, I missed the sunrise. Bah.

I should go start getting ready for school. Shoes, and whatnot. See you cats and kittens later!

~Sor
MOOP!

Writings...

I have been unusually talkative today, or rather, the thoughtstream has been unusually directed towards the elljay. Which is unusual --normally my day to day wanderings and thinkings are more Elsewhere based. Elsewhere being essentially the elaborate multilayered fanfics of my life. Although, lately it's all been so...mundane. I miss being a healer and fighting demons, or sneaking past the incompetent nazi's on my way to the park. Is this just another part of growing up --leaving the fantasy behind, and replacing it with the multitangled dramas that are interhuman relationships?

If so, I dislike the idea of growing up even more then before. I've been noting for a while now that the fantastical has ebbed from my mind, especially odd when one considers the prominence it used to hold. Rin is fading, and all the magic in the world can't protect her. She's the forgotten doll left behind in the toy box when her owner becomes too old for it.

...Dear gods no. No, no, no, no, NO! This is why I stick to Elsewhere, I don't have to face this sort of thing when I'm trawling it's shores or when I'm fiddling about in the lounge. Especially scary is the fact that this is something I wished upon myself, a fallen moment where I just wanted it all to go away. I could find it for you, I believe I gave it to Gabriel to protect, and he would be only too happy to help me spread my wings outside my walls.

...Fine. Here. Do not let it be said that I don't share my secrets ocassionally. I just need my mood to snap into just the right direction for it.

Ah, kung-fu time. I'll return later, I believe, and post all those thoughts. Or not. We'll see then, that's how life goes for me. And sometimes I really wish it wouldn't.

Love
~Sor
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So, more of that lovely trawling bits.

But before that, an anouncement: turkey lunchables are the best sandwich meat ever.

Actually, what I *should* be doing is writing my ConReport for Balticon. Because it was AWESOME. And, me being the semi perfectionistic writer chick I am, I think I'm going to scrap the current format that it's in (Really, I don't even know) and replace it with something else, prolly chronalogical. Provided that I can remember everything that happened.

I think I need to rework my "People I actually care about and want to read all their entries" flist and prune it down to as small a handful as I can deal with. The problem is that people ocasionally hop on and off the list, mek and V and Mom are all permenent, of course, but what about say Chris. He's on the one I have, but so is almost everyone.

Mmm, Sweet Transvestite. Also, I am officially willing to admit RHPS as an addiction. I think I figured this out when I started going through moderate withdrawel on Monday and had Science Fiction playing on endless loop, which ocassionally caused me to start singing. Yeah. Kat does not sing unless there's music and she's feeling reasonably shameless. And in case you've somehow missed it, that is my new favorite song by a bunch. 17th most played song on itunes, which is especially impressive if you consider I've only had it on here for about two and a half months. *GRIN!*

No, I'm not obsessed, honest! You can ask Hyde exactly how obsessed I am with RHPS. He'll most likely snarl at you and stalk off to his room. And if Gabe's around, he will break out into song, which only serves to piss Hyde off more. It's REALLY funny.

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Just because I have people living in my head doesn't mean I'm crazy.

You know, I think I'm going to try that one meme-type thing again. If you'd like me to post my thoughts on any subject at all, leave a comment with the subject and I'll write some random babbling about it. I have in fact tried that once before, but Liana was the only one to ever respond so it died quickly. I did in fact write that one (Shoes) but it's still untyped. Soyeah.

In other other other news, I think I need to learn how to braid my own hair. On a similar note, Marc wins bonus points for not leaving six plus inches of unbraided hair at the bottom of a braid, which some people seem to think is perfectly regular. No! Braids go until you run out of hair for the braiding!! *ruffles own hair*

It's actually down for once, which is beyond rare. I. Cannot. STAND having my hair down. But it needs a wash, and if I pull it into a ponytail, it won't get one. *sighs*

Yeah, I think it's time to transfer the thoughtstream over to conreporting. I'll catchyou kids and STG later.

~Sor
MOOP!

(((P.S: I'm in the market for any really lovely RHPS icon. The lovely Frank with a party hat was nice, but it's not at all ME! And confusing myself with my clone is Bad. So...yeah! Any takers?)))