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Jan. 19th, 2009 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressSo, Arisia was pretty awesome. I was at a bit of a weird place hormonally (Anyone want to trade?) but the incredible emotional high of spending a weekend with a lot of people I really quite like totally made up for it and gave me a wonderful rush of homeness.
"Steampunk is easy. All you need is goggles and a top hat." "Yeah, if you WANT to look like a poseur."
(Sorry. Am having conversation while updating. I am scum like that.)
Annndyes.
So.
Here's the awesome(?) news. The fun of Arisia last year was that the monday of it was the day I could move back into my dorm. So, like a sensible person, I assumed that the monday of this years Arisia was the day I could move back in.
Classes start on the 26th. Dorm opens on the 25th. I have a week in Boston to screw around!
So, yeah. I'm going to enjoy being able to spend time in my city as it's meant to be, what with the good and glorious SNOW everywhere to play in. (I suspect I'll be sick of it as soon as I have to walk anywhere ever, but in the meantime, ohmygod, SNOWWWW!)
My shoulder is being read over, which is always slightly disconcerting not because I mind the words being read, but because it always tends to make me self-conscious when I am watched in any way, and doubly so for what I lamely consider my art. 'Specially because I tend to have just abysmal grammar.
Annnnd I'm going to finish packing now. Byeeee.
~Sor
MOOP!
"Steampunk is easy. All you need is goggles and a top hat." "Yeah, if you WANT to look like a poseur."
(Sorry. Am having conversation while updating. I am scum like that.)
Annndyes.
So.
Here's the awesome(?) news. The fun of Arisia last year was that the monday of it was the day I could move back into my dorm. So, like a sensible person, I assumed that the monday of this years Arisia was the day I could move back in.
Classes start on the 26th. Dorm opens on the 25th. I have a week in Boston to screw around!
So, yeah. I'm going to enjoy being able to spend time in my city as it's meant to be, what with the good and glorious SNOW everywhere to play in. (I suspect I'll be sick of it as soon as I have to walk anywhere ever, but in the meantime, ohmygod, SNOWWWW!)
My shoulder is being read over, which is always slightly disconcerting not because I mind the words being read, but because it always tends to make me self-conscious when I am watched in any way, and doubly so for what I lamely consider my art. 'Specially because I tend to have just abysmal grammar.
Annnnd I'm going to finish packing now. Byeeee.
~Sor
MOOP!