Stuffnthings

Went home this weekend on a blitz visit. Veronica's face when she saw me made every penny of the trip worth it.

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Saw the high school play. They are good kids, and good actors. Much applause, and it was nice to see everyone.

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I am completely ruined for Rocky Horror. I'm sorry, but once you've seen Dr. Scott played by a dalek, your RHPS career is complete, because nothing can ever top that. Ever. FSM bless the Satanic Mechanics.

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Sunday kinda sucked, which is sad.

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Cambridge is a killer beautiful city, and home.

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Yay week of going crazy with projects, then. :P SO MANY THINGS TO DO ARG!

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I haven't been eating enough. My total intake on Sunday was three or four cheetos, half a snacksized bag of potato chips, the tiny bag of pretzels from the plain, and half of one of those mini boxes of Frosted Flakes. I got a cup of cocoa though, so that was nice. Today I will hopefully eat more, though my skipping of breakfast (bad Kat, BAD!) is not making that look hopeful.

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Vera is functioning, I miss people, more posts to come later.

Catch you Kats, kittens, kids, stg's, dragons, ferrets, wulfs, orcs, ksatyrs, etc, etc, etc later.

~Sor
MOOP!

Tags: 2dec2k7

Today's xkcd

I think I have a new desktop.

~Sor
MOOP!

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So, elljay has decided to play mommy.

( Some notes about the new adult filters and parenting and my mommy, who is awesome. )

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Ohhh, this post made me giggle. Warning, NSFW text and bad advertisement.

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What is the name of your house/apartment/whatever? I tend to use names when I can (The Conservatory, Ednoria, Fozzie Corner), although most people don't seem to name their living spaces, which is a shame. I myself hail from the Empty City, though I'm currently staying in an unnammed* dorm room with Grace.

~Sor
MOOP!

Posts to come:
An analysis of WriMo in general and this month in specific.
Some sort of post about the fact that I've been spewing babble all over this journal for the last week or so
My consolidated info post


*I feel compelled to tell you that I typod that as "nunnamed". I...don't know what to say. Maybe my subconcious thinks I look good in black?

PostScript: If you want a Christmas card, go tell me so