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sorcyressOh hello 750words. And therefore hello Dreamwidth. It's nice to see you again.
No seriously. I'm not gonna try and look up when my last post was, because I have been DEEPLY EMBARRASSING about all this, but I also hate it when blogs spend all their time apologizing for never posting. This is why AmbidanceBoston never has apology posts, even though I regularly go...erk...many years without posting to it.
Note to self: You know how you still enjoy dancing, and talking about dancing? Maybe try writing about dancing and then posting about dancing. YOU KNOW. HYPOTHETICALLY.
Anyways, I don't post enough, which is a Damn Shame, and is no small part because my computer is borked like a Swedish Chef. Luckily for y'all, mek is not the most patient person in the world, and gave me a kick in the ass this morning about how I never write, I never call [/Jewish grandmother].
(Luckily for me, mek is the most patient person in the world and is not dumping my ass despite me being fuggin terrible at communication of late. This is not just a him problem --my faboo ex-roommate and dance sister Laura described me as "bad at email" to a mutual friend and I'm still sorta reeling. Not because it's untrue, unfortunately.)
So, I exist. I am a happier person when I write more often (THIS IS NOT NEWS SORCYRESS. YOU HAVE KNOWN THIS FACT FOR APPROXIMATELY MANY YEARS) and the best sort of writing more often is long-form journaling for some sort of audience like, say, dreamwidth. SO HI!
I EXIST!
I AM MOSTLY HAPPY!
WORK IS VERY BUSY BUT I LOVE IT VERY MUCH!
I MISS HAVING FRIENDS AND A SOCIAL LIFE!
I mean, I get social via my hobbies --especially bells, which is super good at the "okay, we have finished with the hobby portion of the day, now let's go to the pub which is only metaphorically a pub and usually either the thai place or the public market and be social together" thing. I've leart more about the day-to-day lives of some of my bell friends in six months than I've learned about similarly close Scottish dance friends in six-plus years. Plus, sometimes on Saturdays there's post-bell adventures, and the nice thing about doing things in the 1100-1300 range is that you've plenty of afternoon time to fuck around, and then can still go on nice dates in the evening or whatever.
But oh gods, all my friends who are not directly connected to one of my hobbies. Which is a lot of you. And even my hobby-connected friends, it's not like I'm necessarily getting anywhere near enough time actually spending time with y'all, because it's hard to hold a conversation while dancing.
Plus, mek pointed out that he's no idea what's going on in my life these days which is an unfortunately fair assessment of my complete lack of ever posting about my life. SO LET'S TRY TO FIX THAT!
My life consists of dancing five nights a week, and ringing bells at least one morning. I spend a lot of time with my boyfriends, especially Austin who is basically only just past the NRE stage and settling out into something cozy and kinda domestic. I don't draw enough, but I carry my sketchbook around like some sort of weird totem. Also I have a day job that averages 10+ hours a day, five days a week, and has me regularly setting my alarm for a time that starts with five. Yes, it's kinda bullshit. Yes, I love it so very very very much.
jere7my and I got to see Weird Al in concert a week and a half ago which was SUPER KEEN! He played "The Night Santa Went Crazy" which was My First Al Song, so I'm basically floating from that. He also played two songs never-before-performed-onstage, "Let Me Be Your Hog", the theme from UHF (and informed us all that The Academy had retroactively changed the best picture winner for 1989!), and Albuquerque. Oh, and he played Mr. Frump in the Iron Lung, which had jere7my bouncing in his seat, and was almost as adorable as the actual performance.
I still really like spiders and bugs, and I really want to buy a new camera --mine's broken after I dumped water on it at Pinewoods because I don't understand how to not be a complete fool-- with a good macro lens so I can take more pictures of naturey stuff. I need to harass ShadowCap about what kind of rig he's got right now, since I remember his being awesome when he and I shot that music video in New York last spring.
(There are probably a lot of adventures I've had in the last year without writing about them properly, and that is a damn shame.)
I also went to Easthill for the first time in four years, and had a spectacular time. It was very coupley with Austin, which was...weird and nice. Mostly nice. Suuuper nice to not have to weirdly cram into a corner of a room as a third wheel to other friends (not that I don't adore all my peeps, but it's so relaxing to just have my own room with a nice person).
Arisia happened, and apparently I started to make a post about it and got completely derailed writing up my #metoo post. Which like...aug for many reasons, including that it's been two months since I've journaled anything, and it was all gross. This entry's not gross though. It's just me.
It's also more'n 750words, and I have to maybe grade papers and certainly try and go to bed. Catch y'all on the laters. <3
~Sor
MOOP!
No seriously. I'm not gonna try and look up when my last post was, because I have been DEEPLY EMBARRASSING about all this, but I also hate it when blogs spend all their time apologizing for never posting. This is why AmbidanceBoston never has apology posts, even though I regularly go...erk...many years without posting to it.
Note to self: You know how you still enjoy dancing, and talking about dancing? Maybe try writing about dancing and then posting about dancing. YOU KNOW. HYPOTHETICALLY.
Anyways, I don't post enough, which is a Damn Shame, and is no small part because my computer is borked like a Swedish Chef. Luckily for y'all, mek is not the most patient person in the world, and gave me a kick in the ass this morning about how I never write, I never call [/Jewish grandmother].
(Luckily for me, mek is the most patient person in the world and is not dumping my ass despite me being fuggin terrible at communication of late. This is not just a him problem --my faboo ex-roommate and dance sister Laura described me as "bad at email" to a mutual friend and I'm still sorta reeling. Not because it's untrue, unfortunately.)
So, I exist. I am a happier person when I write more often (THIS IS NOT NEWS SORCYRESS. YOU HAVE KNOWN THIS FACT FOR APPROXIMATELY MANY YEARS) and the best sort of writing more often is long-form journaling for some sort of audience like, say, dreamwidth. SO HI!
I EXIST!
I AM MOSTLY HAPPY!
WORK IS VERY BUSY BUT I LOVE IT VERY MUCH!
I MISS HAVING FRIENDS AND A SOCIAL LIFE!
I mean, I get social via my hobbies --especially bells, which is super good at the "okay, we have finished with the hobby portion of the day, now let's go to the pub which is only metaphorically a pub and usually either the thai place or the public market and be social together" thing. I've leart more about the day-to-day lives of some of my bell friends in six months than I've learned about similarly close Scottish dance friends in six-plus years. Plus, sometimes on Saturdays there's post-bell adventures, and the nice thing about doing things in the 1100-1300 range is that you've plenty of afternoon time to fuck around, and then can still go on nice dates in the evening or whatever.
But oh gods, all my friends who are not directly connected to one of my hobbies. Which is a lot of you. And even my hobby-connected friends, it's not like I'm necessarily getting anywhere near enough time actually spending time with y'all, because it's hard to hold a conversation while dancing.
Plus, mek pointed out that he's no idea what's going on in my life these days which is an unfortunately fair assessment of my complete lack of ever posting about my life. SO LET'S TRY TO FIX THAT!
My life consists of dancing five nights a week, and ringing bells at least one morning. I spend a lot of time with my boyfriends, especially Austin who is basically only just past the NRE stage and settling out into something cozy and kinda domestic. I don't draw enough, but I carry my sketchbook around like some sort of weird totem. Also I have a day job that averages 10+ hours a day, five days a week, and has me regularly setting my alarm for a time that starts with five. Yes, it's kinda bullshit. Yes, I love it so very very very much.
jere7my and I got to see Weird Al in concert a week and a half ago which was SUPER KEEN! He played "The Night Santa Went Crazy" which was My First Al Song, so I'm basically floating from that. He also played two songs never-before-performed-onstage, "Let Me Be Your Hog", the theme from UHF (and informed us all that The Academy had retroactively changed the best picture winner for 1989!), and Albuquerque. Oh, and he played Mr. Frump in the Iron Lung, which had jere7my bouncing in his seat, and was almost as adorable as the actual performance.
I still really like spiders and bugs, and I really want to buy a new camera --mine's broken after I dumped water on it at Pinewoods because I don't understand how to not be a complete fool-- with a good macro lens so I can take more pictures of naturey stuff. I need to harass ShadowCap about what kind of rig he's got right now, since I remember his being awesome when he and I shot that music video in New York last spring.
(There are probably a lot of adventures I've had in the last year without writing about them properly, and that is a damn shame.)
I also went to Easthill for the first time in four years, and had a spectacular time. It was very coupley with Austin, which was...weird and nice. Mostly nice. Suuuper nice to not have to weirdly cram into a corner of a room as a third wheel to other friends (not that I don't adore all my peeps, but it's so relaxing to just have my own room with a nice person).
Arisia happened, and apparently I started to make a post about it and got completely derailed writing up my #metoo post. Which like...aug for many reasons, including that it's been two months since I've journaled anything, and it was all gross. This entry's not gross though. It's just me.
It's also more'n 750words, and I have to maybe grade papers and certainly try and go to bed. Catch y'all on the laters. <3
~Sor
MOOP!
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