Sostuff

And there's the peril of summer vacation. I can only enjoy it for so long until I begin going "what now?"

And yes, I could work on my German or clean my room. But I don't waaaaaaaaaaannnna! Besides, hanging out on Dmitri means being able to chat with various people who pop online like Thorog or Ksatyr or Marc or Jarne or Kat.

Those being everyone I've really talked to this summer. Maybe I need more friends. :p

Or a job.

I don't waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanna!!! Mostly because I am repeatedly dying every time I go outside. Because eighty plus degrees every single day is TOO FREAKING HOT! I should go to the pool again...

Tomorrow maybe. In between lunch-at-malling.

In other news, I've been roped into a new elljay based rpg. I have most of a charecter -his name is Jan- and I will be sending the appropriate info to Jarne as soon as I've got it done. And yes, I'm playing a boy. I've never tried it before, and this is the sort of format where it would be easy to play around, it's all very fluid.

...huh. Methinks that maybe I write more boy-type P.O.V then girltype. And writing and roleplaying are so nearly the same thing. But lessee...all my female based stories haven't been touched in ages, mostly I've just been writing Wasabi and Eric.

And working on Jan. Because writing and roleplaying are both creation are both good.

Who knows, I doubt this makes very much sense. Kung-fu tonight just about killed me, although I learned more form, which is always nice. I've gotten to the first kick -yayforme!

Hum, how does one write a tactful letter to someone they're trying to gain employment from that basically says "Well, am I hired?" but doesn't seem overly impatient. I'm trying to get work at RenFest for Mrs. Barry (Drama-teachers mother) and I wanna knooooooow!!!

Wow, I'm reallllllly whiny today. Probably not the best time to be writing an elljay entry. Ah hell, what do I care, it's my journal damnit, and if you don't like it, you can go dance with a mop.

...That ones new.

I think that this is all. Tathen.

~Sor
MOOP!

Oldish memes

Been thinking a lot about this one, and I think I'd like to redo it.

Five things I can be bribed with:

1) Dancing. Dancing and dancing and REAL dancing, mind you, not shoving my arse in some assholes crotch, and DANCING. Especially swing dancing. Especially if you know how to lead. Dear god, I love men who can lead.

So, of course, the only guy who's even REMOTELY close to my age that I've ever met who can lead even a little bit is going back to freaking ISTANBUL pretty much the day we leave for London. Which means that I have no one to dance with who is, you know, my ageish.

2) Sushi. You take me out to a sushi bar and I will call your praises to the heavens. You may look at me and go "You like raw fish?" all you want, you just don't understand!

Poking around and limited memory space to devote to food implies that I like salmon well enough, and I don't particularily like tuna. Cucumber rolls are also delicious.

3) Rocky Horror. Kinda sorta a cross between an obsession and a bribe. It's, you know, NICE to have a place where I can go and snark my everloving brains out and not get peeved looks for it. Most of the time I have to turn down my snark filters.

And then there's the whole matter of costumes. *GRIN!* Corsets, fishnets, drag, KILTS. I can handle all of those. *purrs happily* Speaking of which...

4) Kilts. More importantly, men WEARING kilts. Ohmygodlustwant. This has nearly gotten to the point where I've started deciding which tartens or utilikilt patterns my friends should wear. (Eric needs a plain black utilikilt, 'cept then I'd be all *GLOMP!* and that might not work out so well. Because of stuff.

Although glomping people is really quite fun. And I haven't chatted with Sherman in a while (I also know too many Alex's :p) And yes, he's linked with glompage. For...reasons. >.> <.<

Oh, how we miss the heydays of our youth. I have no clue what that word is, or means, or even if I used it right. Holy hell, I *did* use it right. I'm so pleased with myself when I do that.

5) Lastly, scritchies. Or backrubs. I'm not exceptionally picky, basically, if your hands are on my back and you're making me melt, you're doing something right.

...And if your hands are on my back and you're doing something to piss me off, I will have to use my angry-Sorcy kung fu powers on you. Yarrr!!

But being melted is gooooooooood.

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Oh yeah, there's that other set of meme's I need to repost.

But...strange...weird. I dunno...

Bah, later. Being whenever I feel like it. Ask Kat for a good definition of later. Her presents came "later"

Oh shit, I need to orginize her birthday presents. And ...SECRETPLOT!

What's the point of having an elljay if you can't be cryptic in it?

~Sor
MOOP!