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My dinner came out of a vending machine, and I'm not sleeping because there's stuff on my bed and I don't feel like cleaning it off just yet (partially because I don't feel like potentially waking Grace.)

Yep, I'm a college student.

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In other news, I took a bunch of sharpies to a pair of jeans tonight. They turned out kinda wholly excellent. They say all manner of lovely things, and have my wordporn list and stuff like that. If you see me in the next week or two, you are likely to see them, because I'm not sure I'm planning to ever take them off.

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I've got nothing else to say. Seeya!

~Sor
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The world looks beautiful, the world looks so damn beautiful

Sorcy is recockulously happy for seemingly no reason --that's right, kiddos, I didn't sleep last night!

(It's pretty much accepted as gospel that, by the time Sorcy gets to her 20th plus straight hour awake, she is Happy. Especially if she gets to go outside in the early morning.)

But yeah. You guys missed a really really pretty sunrise --I watched it from the roof of Porter Exchange, which, apparently, is not looked at five thirty in the morning on Thursdays. I sat up there and sang along with my ipod, and generally made a nuisince of myself. A *secretive* nuisince, mind --there was no one at the security desk when I went up there, and I don't believe there are any cameras on the roof or in the stairwell I was chillaxing in. (I could be wrong)

Or in other words, I appear to be continuing my tradtion of never flying back to Maryland on a proper amount of sleep. Weirdly, I decided that the day *before* the day I left was to be the sleep-is-for-ninnies day. I've no idea what was going through my head when I made *that* decision.

(And, I assure you, it was not just that there was stuff on my bed. Honest. That was the immediate reason, but tonight was really just not a good night for sleeping. It was a night for harassing Tho and Kat until all hours, and reading Bash quotes, and generally just screwing around. And more importantly, a night for watching the sunrise, from the proper direction. <3)

Also, I am amused and pleased that I got to tuck three of my friends into their beds via IM. Makes me feel all maternal and pleased and shit.

Anywho. Foodtime now, since I haven't eaten an actual meal in more than twelve hours. Ta!

~Sor
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You know, I normally make it policy not to support anyone taking over the world besides me and Veronica.

But when I get offered a position on the committee against feminism in order to decide what constitutes the dress code for attractive females...really, I can't in all sincerity argue with that. Godspeed, my friend.

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In other news, it's weird to regularly talk to someone who doesn't have an elljay...and it's weird to say that and realize it's true. (With the exception of some of the college kids (hi Ria, hi Bethity-Beth, hi Lezzie-Beth), pretty much everyone I hang with has a livejournal, and certainly everyone I hang out with online.)

'sespecially weird because I can't keep track of whether or not he's reading any given entry...usually, I just assume a reading level based on how often you leave comments (and a couple other factors...I know there are some of you that read everything and don't leave comments) but I'm terrible at remembering what entries get referenced in conversation and the like.

So, uhm, yeah. Hi JoshZed, if you're reading this.

~Sor
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