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sorcyressMy life is mad boring this week. I should probably do something interesting like get showered and dressed and go to Diesel for social or whatever.
Part of why I am mad boring is because my drop everything and frantically keep doing obsession of the moment is culling messages out of my e-mail inbox. I started at the beginning, and have gotten all the way up to...August 20070. LESS THAN SIX YEARS TO GO, CHAPS!
At any rate, it fits my nostalgia-obsession pretty well. It's making me miss people who were important to my life 6-8 years ago and aren't as much anymore. But sometimes I get my act together and ping those people, and maybe they'll respond and I can have a good ol' catch-up session or something.
Also, holy hell, me in high school. I am so much more happy, and I like myself so unbelievably much more than I used to. I suspect/hope this is true of everyone.
I...am not, however, sure that I am any more stable/sane/put-together than I used to be. Maybe the difference is just that now I have people offline who I can sob on. But at least me being broken-down feels like the exception rather than the rule. And lord knows, now that I'm an adult I can indulge properly in things that make me feel better, like leaving the house and wandering off. No one to scold me for not being home.
The Big Math Test is tomorrow and Tuesday at the high school. I wish my students luck. Some of the ones I was tutoring are going to be just fine, but there are others who I am actively worried for. I did what I could, but I don't know if it was enough. I don't know if I could have done more.
Last night was the Highland Ball, which heavily lacked in Magus but was okay besides. I did enjoy the _supercatty_ comment I got when I was starving and nipped off from doing soundstuff to grab a bit of cracker and cheese, namely someone looking at me and saying "You do have a dress to wear, right?" Um, no, I thought I'd come to this super formal ball that I always dress up for and spend the whole time in my t-shirt and jeans. Blaaaaaahhhhg.
(It took active willpower, once I had changed a little later, not to present myself and haughtily ask "Is this better?". In other news, haughty is something I was not previously ever able to achieve and I think I feel okay with the fact that I can do it now. It plays into some of the princess femininity bits...because let's be real, unless you're my sir or my daddy, I am not your princess. I am your goddamn queen and you will treat me with the respect I deserve1.)
But the dancing was pretty good, especially the 7-couple set of Montgomeries Rant where I was first couple2 with Neil. Advantages of being the youngest couple in the hall? "OKAY IT IS TIME TO HAVE ALL THE ENERGY THE REST OF YOU CAN JUST LIVE WOOOOO!"
Later though, I was too exhausted for a valuable waltz. I don't think it was from the dancing I had done as much as the lateness of the hour, but still, that was...unpleasant and I don't want that to happen again. Resting is all well and good, but sometimes it is more important to push myself.
I am slowly trying to put together my summer. If I'm not doing summer school, I hope to get down to Maryland for a week, similar to the eclectic bouncing around I did last September. If I do get summer school (fingers crossed, the money's good) I'll probably still be stuck up here, and need to find diversions accordingly.
This entry is long and rambling. Good. I'm given to understand from the hundreds of entries in my past I've been looking at that this is what my elljay is meant to be.
~Sor
MOOP!
0: About three quarters of it all is livejournal posts and comments. I am not replying to every single comment ever, because no. But I am saving things out, which I will put into a nice little nostalgia post sometime, and commenting on a few rare things that deserve a comment six years later.
1: And by that I mean no more than "I am a goddamn human being and you will not treat me any less for my otherness". That's what I deserve. So do you.
2: Translated from dance: 7 couple set usually indicates that there aren't enough couples so we're awkwardly pushing everyone together and instead of being out and resting 1/4th of the dancing you're out 1/8th. Montgomerie's Rant is bouncy and enthusiastic. First couple gets the most dancing in a 7-couple set. YEP.
Part of why I am mad boring is because my drop everything and frantically keep doing obsession of the moment is culling messages out of my e-mail inbox. I started at the beginning, and have gotten all the way up to...August 20070. LESS THAN SIX YEARS TO GO, CHAPS!
At any rate, it fits my nostalgia-obsession pretty well. It's making me miss people who were important to my life 6-8 years ago and aren't as much anymore. But sometimes I get my act together and ping those people, and maybe they'll respond and I can have a good ol' catch-up session or something.
Also, holy hell, me in high school. I am so much more happy, and I like myself so unbelievably much more than I used to. I suspect/hope this is true of everyone.
I...am not, however, sure that I am any more stable/sane/put-together than I used to be. Maybe the difference is just that now I have people offline who I can sob on. But at least me being broken-down feels like the exception rather than the rule. And lord knows, now that I'm an adult I can indulge properly in things that make me feel better, like leaving the house and wandering off. No one to scold me for not being home.
The Big Math Test is tomorrow and Tuesday at the high school. I wish my students luck. Some of the ones I was tutoring are going to be just fine, but there are others who I am actively worried for. I did what I could, but I don't know if it was enough. I don't know if I could have done more.
Last night was the Highland Ball, which heavily lacked in Magus but was okay besides. I did enjoy the _supercatty_ comment I got when I was starving and nipped off from doing soundstuff to grab a bit of cracker and cheese, namely someone looking at me and saying "You do have a dress to wear, right?" Um, no, I thought I'd come to this super formal ball that I always dress up for and spend the whole time in my t-shirt and jeans. Blaaaaaahhhhg.
(It took active willpower, once I had changed a little later, not to present myself and haughtily ask "Is this better?". In other news, haughty is something I was not previously ever able to achieve and I think I feel okay with the fact that I can do it now. It plays into some of the princess femininity bits...because let's be real, unless you're my sir or my daddy, I am not your princess. I am your goddamn queen and you will treat me with the respect I deserve1.)
But the dancing was pretty good, especially the 7-couple set of Montgomeries Rant where I was first couple2 with Neil. Advantages of being the youngest couple in the hall? "OKAY IT IS TIME TO HAVE ALL THE ENERGY THE REST OF YOU CAN JUST LIVE WOOOOO!"
Later though, I was too exhausted for a valuable waltz. I don't think it was from the dancing I had done as much as the lateness of the hour, but still, that was...unpleasant and I don't want that to happen again. Resting is all well and good, but sometimes it is more important to push myself.
I am slowly trying to put together my summer. If I'm not doing summer school, I hope to get down to Maryland for a week, similar to the eclectic bouncing around I did last September. If I do get summer school (fingers crossed, the money's good) I'll probably still be stuck up here, and need to find diversions accordingly.
This entry is long and rambling. Good. I'm given to understand from the hundreds of entries in my past I've been looking at that this is what my elljay is meant to be.
~Sor
MOOP!
0: About three quarters of it all is livejournal posts and comments. I am not replying to every single comment ever, because no. But I am saving things out, which I will put into a nice little nostalgia post sometime, and commenting on a few rare things that deserve a comment six years later.
1: And by that I mean no more than "I am a goddamn human being and you will not treat me any less for my otherness". That's what I deserve. So do you.
2: Translated from dance: 7 couple set usually indicates that there aren't enough couples so we're awkwardly pushing everyone together and instead of being out and resting 1/4th of the dancing you're out 1/8th. Montgomerie's Rant is bouncy and enthusiastic. First couple gets the most dancing in a 7-couple set. YEP.
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on 2013-05-13 01:20 am (UTC)I suddenly had the very strong urge to have you teach me how to waltz. <.<
. o O (I am sure this too will pass ;P)
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on 2013-05-22 08:46 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2013-05-23 05:45 pm (UTC)1: I have been known2 to bounce around to waltz-like music as if I had a clue but didn't really but the music compelled me to move so I did ;D
2: I started to say "when I was a child" but then I realized 1) That isn't true & 2) I am still a child ;P
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on 2013-05-13 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2013-05-14 03:24 pm (UTC)EDIT: Cancel that, that's tomorrow! I am basically rubbish at calendars.
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on 2013-05-22 08:47 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2013-05-19 06:28 pm (UTC)And, what, you don't usually tech in formalwear?
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on 2013-05-13 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2013-05-22 08:43 pm (UTC)I did want to do that, but I'm holding out for a real kilt, which is one of those things I might be able to afford in the not-so-distant future. My gentlemanly guise will suffer until then.
~Sor
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on 2013-05-17 02:46 am (UTC)love,
your
Mom
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on 2013-05-22 08:46 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2013-05-22 10:06 pm (UTC)