"You can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?"

(To finish the quote from the title: "I think you can in Europe!")

I have 318 messages to clean out of my elljay inbox.
I have 245 messages and 477 deviations to clean out of my devart inbox.
I have 699 unread messages to clean out of my gmail inbox.

All this in addition to the slowly diminishing giant pile of papers to deal with in my room, all my laundry and stuff, the fact that I have to get rid of all my junk before I leave the state, etc.

And, of course, I've been ruthless-like ignoring my clone for weeks (*whimper-whine!*) which is completely doubleplusungood. And ignoring other people as well, like V and Tho!

AND, I still owe Tho his exmass presents and V her exmass and birfday presents. And I gotta wrapandsend Katters' birfday presents.

And I have an AP exam on my clones birthday, which, by default (by which I mean, "facts I just pulled out of my arse") is also my birfday. So that sucks.

Camporee is this weekend. When I get home on Sunday, I will be going almost immediately to a birthday party for a friend of mine (Who, coincidentally, I still haven't bought a present for)

School's almost over, which means I gotta start figuring out what to study for my final exams.

I have no free time. I really, really need some free time. And money. I need free time and money, because I am broke something fierce.

Anyone wanna pay me to sit on my butt and get stuff done? Yeah, didn't think so. :p

Annnnnnd that's all. I gotta scan some stuff or draw or work on all of the above or something. Hard to tell.

~Sor
MOOP!

Oh yeah, I forgot...

The fact that I still owe you lot an explanation as to why I totally wasn't around last weekend, namely, a prom-report!

So yeah. Prom was hella fun. I went with Nathen, which was extremely shrewd on my part as A) he is recockulously awesome and B) he knows how to swing dance, and even knows the same form of swing that I do. Which ROCKS!

Martins West was its usual loverly stuff, and full of delicacies like chocolate fondue fountains and smoothies and whatnot. And awesome chandeliers. Unfortunately, the DJ sucked large dead donkey balls, what with some sort of mental inability to finish a song, a clear lack of being able to tell the tempo of a song, and therefore having every song played having the exact same beat, and, of course, the complete and utter inability to play anything other then rap, even when requested several times.

Last year, they at least managed to play a half dozen or so rock and a few more techno songs. This time, he managed to play some techno...with a rap backbeat, and maybe six seconds of "Sweet Dreams are Made of This".

But, at least rap music is danceable, what with the whole "Having a strong beat" thing. And becaue Nathen rocks at dancing, I got to dance a bunch, and look fucking FABULOUS while doing so. I managed to dance with a whole bunch of people ("Okay, do you know how to keep beat? Just fake it in time to the beat. That's how you dance.")

So yeah. It was fun. Afterwards, a bunch of people crashed at my house and we watched movies all evening. I wound up staying awake for about 38 and a half hours straight, minus about an hour and a half spent dozing in the middle of "The Breakfast Club" (But I woke up in time for the dancing, so it was all good) and some time spent napping with Ksatyr before running off to the annual Stoneridge Book Sale.

( Pictures behind the cut! )

That is all.

~Sor
MOOP!