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sorcyress*edges the line...edges the line...edges the line...bugger.*
Or maybe I'm overreacting. We'll see.
I wonder if it would bephysicallymentally possible for me to go a week without flirting. I think it depends on what we're defining flirting as -I could not, for instance, go a week without hugging anyone. I'm not sure I could go a day without hugging anyone, unless it was a hermit day where I stayed home the whole time and no one came over.
Hum, I should go find my Londonnotebook and transcribe the essay I wrote on flirting. People watching is by far my favorite sport.
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Dancing last night was wonderful. Fish has found a group that does swing dance and lessons, for a reasonablly good price, and I am quite enamoured. I will certainly attempt to go back, although I'm not entierly sure that I'll make it anytime soon due to life and whatnot.
There are so many people I'd like to drag off with me...Well, alright, there are MANY people who I'd like to drag off with me, and only so many who it's actually feasible to do so. New York isn't California, but it's certainly too far off for dancing. And I have such a perfect line to put here (Though an unreasonably sappy one) and yet, because I've suddenly found myself atop eggshells, I don't think I can write it down. What's a poor writer to do?
Deal. Take risks and potentially ruin relationships. Not take risks and enjoy the relationships as they are. Find the perfect people, so it doesn't really matter whether you're dating them or not, the relationships the same. Find people who are much too much like you, and so you can't help but love them, even if you're not entierly sure you should. Find people who are so flabbergastingly different from you that you can't help but be fascinated by them, even if you're not entierly sure you should.
How did I go from writing to relationships? Maybe I just don't know what I'm writing about in the first place. But then again, do I ever?
I have difficulties being breif. I could turn my elljay into a NaNo project -it'd push me into 50k words, no problem. I like to write, and I often write what comes into my mind...which is a lot. Actually, there's an idea. Entitle it a month in the life, and write everything I can that passes through my mind.
Dear
Bloody
Gods.
I think I'll choose not to dwell on the magnitude of that sort of project...it'd be like an uberdiary...and go, uh, look at pretty pictures now. In the hopes of finding people I know. And long hair pics.
And maybe Jaimee. Well, it only makes sense, I'm fairly certain she was at Origins. I dunno Sor, if only there was some way for you to find out...like a journal of sorts where she writes about her life...that was maybe put online so you could find it...I do hate having dense moments.
Ooo, Eric came over. Lovely stuff, highly entertaining.
...Apparently because I can't swear at camp, I swear more out of camp. Let's go see if I can retrieve those chatlogs, and if not, I'm going to be a VERY unhappy Kat.
Ta kids and STG. Effing computer.
~Sor
MOOP!
Or maybe I'm overreacting. We'll see.
I wonder if it would be
Hum, I should go find my Londonnotebook and transcribe the essay I wrote on flirting. People watching is by far my favorite sport.
~~~
Dancing last night was wonderful. Fish has found a group that does swing dance and lessons, for a reasonablly good price, and I am quite enamoured. I will certainly attempt to go back, although I'm not entierly sure that I'll make it anytime soon due to life and whatnot.
There are so many people I'd like to drag off with me...Well, alright, there are MANY people who I'd like to drag off with me, and only so many who it's actually feasible to do so. New York isn't California, but it's certainly too far off for dancing. And I have such a perfect line to put here (Though an unreasonably sappy one) and yet, because I've suddenly found myself atop eggshells, I don't think I can write it down. What's a poor writer to do?
Deal. Take risks and potentially ruin relationships. Not take risks and enjoy the relationships as they are. Find the perfect people, so it doesn't really matter whether you're dating them or not, the relationships the same. Find people who are much too much like you, and so you can't help but love them, even if you're not entierly sure you should. Find people who are so flabbergastingly different from you that you can't help but be fascinated by them, even if you're not entierly sure you should.
How did I go from writing to relationships? Maybe I just don't know what I'm writing about in the first place. But then again, do I ever?
I have difficulties being breif. I could turn my elljay into a NaNo project -it'd push me into 50k words, no problem. I like to write, and I often write what comes into my mind...which is a lot. Actually, there's an idea. Entitle it a month in the life, and write everything I can that passes through my mind.
Dear
Bloody
Gods.
I think I'll choose not to dwell on the magnitude of that sort of project...it'd be like an uberdiary...and go, uh, look at pretty pictures now. In the hopes of finding people I know. And long hair pics.
And maybe Jaimee. Well, it only makes sense, I'm fairly certain she was at Origins. I dunno Sor, if only there was some way for you to find out...like a journal of sorts where she writes about her life...that was maybe put online so you could find it...I do hate having dense moments.
Ooo, Eric came over. Lovely stuff, highly entertaining.
...Apparently because I can't swear at camp, I swear more out of camp. Let's go see if I can retrieve those chatlogs, and if not, I'm going to be a VERY unhappy Kat.
Ta kids and STG. Effing computer.
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2006-07-12 12:23 am (UTC)*sneaks up behind*
*tacklehugs*
My cast is off! I can officially type two-handed!
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on 2006-07-12 12:52 am (UTC)...
*tacklepounces back*
~Sor
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on 2006-07-12 03:45 am (UTC)like you love French toast, just do it and get it out of the way, k?no subject
on 2006-07-17 04:08 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2007-11-05 03:08 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2007-11-06 12:18 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-11-06 06:39 am (UTC)~Sor
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on 2007-11-06 09:29 am (UTC)And because you only ever get one of them, the other person will know you're sincere because that's the only time you'll get to use it. And that'll make them aware of exactly how sorry you are.
Just one of these ideas that came to me.
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on 2007-11-06 04:13 pm (UTC)*tucks it somewhere safe, where she won't lose it*
*no, not in her bra. Jeeze.*
~Sor
((For me, since I *will* forget, I tucked it into the sonic screwdriver pocket of my photojournalists vest.))
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on 2007-11-06 10:09 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-11-06 11:27 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2007-11-07 12:22 am (UTC)~Sor
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on 2007-11-07 01:02 am (UTC)No.
~Sor
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on 2006-07-12 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-15 12:27 am (UTC)I found a collection of pictures taken of lab rabbits and the ilk, and I think I may have found you in a couple.
Yeah, stuff.
~Sor
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on 2006-07-15 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-17 04:13 pm (UTC)If you're in any, you're towards the very end. I didn't notice you, but then again, I wasn't specifically looking for you as I flicked through.
~Sor
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on 2006-07-17 05:06 am (UTC)Just a peeve, carry on.
Who's the other Rabbit? Someone I know?
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on 2006-07-17 04:03 pm (UTC)I don't know. Her name's Jaimee (Also known as
She's about a year older then me, semi-long brownish/black hair, and awesome. I'd find a picture, but I'm lazy.
~Sor