Posting from the media center

Because what else do you do when you're online on a school computer and bored?

I have to write a comic about Hatshepsut.

...Most impressive Freudian slip ever. I was trying to write "this" to say something about why I had to or whether or not I liked the project. I looked up at the screen to see that it said "shit". Maybe my mind is trying to tell me something.

Yeah, which is why I kissed Becky last night in the dreamscape. Owmybrain. Please stop with the making my life complicated, kthanks? Stoopid thinking cells.

RenFest was loverly yesterday. More to come later --bells going to ring soon, and I must continue my participation in this Pavlovian expiriment they call school. They get upset at me otherwise.

I reaaaally don't want to go to Stagecraft. Weird? Very. Want weirder --it's the class I'm doing worst in. Woo.

Life is not extrodinarily happy at the moment. I do have my loverly new Macshirt on though, which is cool. Got it from going to the opening of the Mac Store over at the mall. It is SO FREAKING SHIBBY!

I want it all.

Annnnnnd...I'm off. Better to be gone BEFORE the bell rings, methinks.

Ta
~Sor
MOOP!

It's not meant to make sense. It's an entry for me. I just feel the need to share.

This is the kind of brilliant I want to be.

I want the ability to understate the amazing (and to draw great dinosaurs.)

To make a perfect slice of romance fade into childish humour.

To figure out what people really want out of life
And show how very simple life could be if we just let it.

Have you ever had your dreams shattered?
Or maybe they've just finally come true.

I want this bracelet.
And this watch.

Some bits of wordplay are so simple you're astonished you didn't think of them yourself.
And some everyday statements are so obviously monumental that you only wish you had said it first.

Have you ever looked in a mirror and wished your reflection could reply?
But maybe we are not as alone as we feel.

And the knowladge that some jokes are just too easy.
And some cheap shots never get old.

Everything. From filk to perfect parody.

And it is all so beautiful.

The best metahumour is the kind that seems so serious at the start.

And the best references are those that are truly original.

This one was my desktop for a while.
(The binary spells out "I love you, repeated.")

And so was this.
(Scary sets of questions, aren't they?)

I can be silly and entertaining for you. Please.

...I don't even know who I'm talking to.

Maybe because I haven't found them yet?
(Or maybe it is I have, and I'm still working on Finding them)

I have this thought. So often, I wish to spill my soul to strangers. All in the hopes of finding someone like me.

But who am I really? And who decides what anything means...

That which he does best? Love, of course.
So damn sweet it makes my brain hurt.
And I so wish to make this work for me. Too often I've run out of time.

And I've run out of favorites --I come to a close.

This is the kind of brilliant I want to be.

Lady Sorcyress
MOOP!

(((And if only all truths could be summed up so simply...)))