Being a grown up continues to suck. As did being a teenager. I think I'm doomed.

There were quite a few different pieces of crypticness, that I eventually decided not to post, instead leaving you with this crypticness, which you have NO IDEA whether it's a bad crypticness or a good crypticness, and therefore will be confused forever! Or, well, until you forget about it, which ought to be soon, as there really ought to be a limit to how thoroughly you lot stalk me.

( Some lyrics )

( Some Explanation )

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I gotta agree with Jeph Jaques that all-caps is pretty much the best way to make things sound funny. Which is why "Dear self, this is not functional, what is wrong with you?" is not nearly as entertaining as "DEAR SELF, THIS IS NOT FUNCTIONAL, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Not that anything's wrong with me. Ohno, I'm *perfectly* functional. What, I am! I'm not crying, at least, and considering that I have cried because I couldn't find my gorram German textbook (okay, I'm moderately sure that it was slightly more complex then that) I'd like to think that if I'm not crying, then nothing is wrong with my life.

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( Not that my life is a text based RPG. Ohno. Not at all. )

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Sometimes, I am a very strange person.

And because I'm bored, and kinda like being a computer program: Welcome to Sorcy's Room. You are standing in front of a blue metal door with bubble wrap taped to it. There is tape where a white board used to be. The white board is now sitting on the floor.

>*blinking cursor*

~Sor
MOOP!

(no subject)

Food:

I have been having rediculous dreams recently, with far too much Good Food. FAR too much. Last nights dream involved amazing potato soup that I could add chunks of other delicious things to. Hella nommy.

...It also took place in an airport. I can only presume that my brain is telling me that it's time for me to go through some sort of major transition or something. Bla bla bla. With potato soup.

Comics:

Been somewhat of a comics fiend recently. Caught up with UglyGirl the other day, and El Goonish Shive. Am currently plodding my way through Sluggy Freelance, and rereading Shortpacked. Woo comics.

Stories:

I need to write more. No, STJ doesn't count, that's *lifefic*.* I need something original. Maybe rewrite some of the 2006 novel...

Life:

Off to go play with play-doh now. Talk to you lot later.

~Sor
MOOP!

*Albeit excellent lifefic. Also, I may just start liberally stealing ideas from it and writing an adventure story of what happens when people accidentally go into the past and meet theirselves.