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Jul. 29th, 2008 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressSo, yeah, life. Life's been good.
Sunday evening, Blue Canary came over. We watched Dr. Horrible and I finally *finally* rectified the horrible problem of her being eighteen and a geek and never having seen The Princess Bride. Next time I rectify the slightly less horrible problem of her never having seen Blues Brother.
Saturday evening, I went out to dinner with DarkEric and his parents and mom and Aly and Barb, in order to celebrate Eric's birthday. We went to the Mongolian Grill, which is always awesome, and I spent most of the time gossiping with Aly, which was delightful. She's still a pretty bitchin' kid, even moreso because she's been seriously reminding me of me when I was that age, which was one of the times I am the most fond of myself.
Friday and Saturday and Sunday and Monday I worked. The thrift store continues to be an awesomesauce place to work at, even if I *do* spend all my money. My most recent Truly Awesome purchase is these:
Ohmygod, Shoes!
Today I went shopping for brars (Or "bras" as the laymen call them. Insert your own pun about laymen and bras here: _____________) and coat hangers. I was triumphant on both counts, and now have a bra that matches the shoes close enough for government work or Rocky Horror. More importantly, I have actual real person brars that I can wear around the world and that *aren't* older than my livejournal. This is a Good Thing.
Last night was...interesting. I got home from work and found myself in full blown daydream mode, so I went outside and lay on the driveway and stared at the sky for a while. Walked upstairs finally, decided I was too lazy to work on my room, and turned on my computer.
And blanked out. Didn't especially feel like talking to people, didn't feel like webbing, didn't actually feel anything beyond a desperate need to *create*. Only when I picked up my sketchbook, I found myself feeling far too emo to work on anything in there, and too impatient to start something new. So the logical next step is to write.
And oh lord, did I write. It's not finished --hell, I barely even started writing about the stuff that was meant to be the actual subject of the essay. But it's a nice long thoughtstream/essay/thing and it's about me, so I think it's highly boring, and maybe if I'm feeling clever, I'll write more and split it into bite sized chunks, and post them up here or in Sorcyress.
But really. It feels goood to write. Must remember that.
And that's everything. Going back into the pie shop to chat some more. Maybe later I'll do something clever and creative, but knowing me, I kinda doubt it. Alas.
~Sor
MOOP!
Sunday evening, Blue Canary came over. We watched Dr. Horrible and I finally *finally* rectified the horrible problem of her being eighteen and a geek and never having seen The Princess Bride. Next time I rectify the slightly less horrible problem of her never having seen Blues Brother.
Saturday evening, I went out to dinner with DarkEric and his parents and mom and Aly and Barb, in order to celebrate Eric's birthday. We went to the Mongolian Grill, which is always awesome, and I spent most of the time gossiping with Aly, which was delightful. She's still a pretty bitchin' kid, even moreso because she's been seriously reminding me of me when I was that age, which was one of the times I am the most fond of myself.
Friday and Saturday and Sunday and Monday I worked. The thrift store continues to be an awesomesauce place to work at, even if I *do* spend all my money. My most recent Truly Awesome purchase is these:
Ohmygod, Shoes!
Today I went shopping for brars (Or "bras" as the laymen call them. Insert your own pun about laymen and bras here: _____________) and coat hangers. I was triumphant on both counts, and now have a bra that matches the shoes close enough for government work or Rocky Horror. More importantly, I have actual real person brars that I can wear around the world and that *aren't* older than my livejournal. This is a Good Thing.
Last night was...interesting. I got home from work and found myself in full blown daydream mode, so I went outside and lay on the driveway and stared at the sky for a while. Walked upstairs finally, decided I was too lazy to work on my room, and turned on my computer.
And blanked out. Didn't especially feel like talking to people, didn't feel like webbing, didn't actually feel anything beyond a desperate need to *create*. Only when I picked up my sketchbook, I found myself feeling far too emo to work on anything in there, and too impatient to start something new. So the logical next step is to write.
And oh lord, did I write. It's not finished --hell, I barely even started writing about the stuff that was meant to be the actual subject of the essay. But it's a nice long thoughtstream/essay/thing and it's about me, so I think it's highly boring, and maybe if I'm feeling clever, I'll write more and split it into bite sized chunks, and post them up here or in Sorcyress.
But really. It feels goood to write. Must remember that.
And that's everything. Going back into the pie shop to chat some more. Maybe later I'll do something clever and creative, but knowing me, I kinda doubt it. Alas.
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2008-07-29 10:54 pm (UTC)*picks jaw up off of floor*
Err, those are some nice shoes. Yeah. *coff*
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on 2008-07-30 12:10 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-30 12:21 am (UTC)Solong as we fix it as soon as possible.
~Sor
*Disclaimer: The Keira is not actually old. Just older than me.
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on 2008-07-30 05:21 pm (UTC)Does that mean that you make me old? And what are the implications of this?
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on 2008-07-30 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-30 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-30 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-07-30 05:56 pm (UTC)I love staying up very, very late, when the whole house is dead silent, and the lights are off. That's when I write. I have heaps and heaps of journal's and essay's and things that I love so much. I can't recreate that feeling in everyday writing.
Also, sitting on the driveway and listening to trance/techno is the best thing ever.