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Sometimes people need to know how loved they are.

This is kinda one of those days.

( Prologue )
( I: Art )
( II: Protection )
( III: Physical )
( IV: Outside )
( V: Fin. )

OtherKat: I've gotten this far with my "Sleep is for ninnies" attitude, why should I stop now?
Ky: Dad
Ky: I've decided my life's vocation
OtherKat: What?
Ky: I'm going to be a ninny
OtherKat: GODDAMMIT, KY
OtherKat: WE RAISED YOU TO BE A STRIPPER
OtherKat: YOU WILL BE A STRIPPER
OtherKat: D:<
Ky: Bbut
Ky: Do strippers get sleeps?
OtherKat: Yes
Ky: Yay!

In other news, this is the second quote of the time period I have posted that involves parents pressuring their children into a life of profitable sex.

~Sor
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I had to find it out the Hard Way, or: How am I supposed to get a 4.0 if no one tells me anything important?

Advice #1: The day, or the hour, or a few minutes before your classes, go and find all the classrooms so you know where they are, and whether or not their in the right building. This way, you won't have to arrive at your class juuust on time, only to then run halfway across the campus to get to where it was moved.*

Advice #2: Look around in your library. No, I mean REALLY look around. Find out if there's more to it, hidden up a flight of stairs. Like a giant youth fiction section with a pop-up book of Alice in Wonderland in it.

Advice #3: Steal food from the meal hall. No, not *actual* stealing. But grab that extra apple that you know you're just not going to be hungry enough to eat. It means that when you miss meals, you'll have something at home to make up for it.

Plus, if you steal a banana, you can get people to ask if that really IS a banana in your pocket...

Advice #3a: Throw away the fruit that's been sitting on your desk a month and has gone bad. Please.

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Soyeah. I am apparently writing a book to keep me sane. Not the first time that's happened.

*(((The real pain in the ass about this particular situation was that the English class that I thought was in University Hall was actually RIGHT ACROSS THE HALL from my Statistics class. Which are both three flights of stairs down from my dorm room. )))

INOTHERNEWS!

Katters, how much of your real name am I allowed to use in ST&J? Because the bit I'm writing very much has me being all semi-scoldy and whatthehell, and it works better if I'd use your name.

That's all for now. Off to lunch. (See rule three. *grins*)

~Sor
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It was the end of the seventh book, and I ran away. I had watched the rest of it happened, snarked with little kids and laughed at unfunny bits, but it occured to me that the end mattered, that I had to see it alone.

So I ran, and hid up a tree where I covered my ears and eyes and ignored it all.

But Voldemort chose to use the patio around this tree as his base. My hands slipped, I kept learning bits and pieces of The End, and finally, I succumbed, to follow Voldemort and learn what happened.

A good group of Death Eaters were gone, I knew that much. Not dead, gone. See, Dumbledore had died, and then strange things began to occur. The Death Eaters who had dissapeared were still walking around, but had no memories of the terrible things they had done, or any reason why they would have done these things.

And Dumbledore was completely gone. But Voldemort was his brother, and so he knew exactly where to look. A small antique shop, where much of the action I can no longer recall took place. Voldemort dragged Dumbledores body from behind the counter, and pulled out a small tube, with three coins in the top.

Dumbledore had lied about what it took to kill him. He had lied, and never told anyone, including his brother, that he was a time-wizard.

Voldemort poured out the coins and the other things in the tubes, and brought Dumbledore back to the present. They talked. And Voldemort concieded.

Dumbledore died anyways. He couldn't stop that, he was a very old man. But before he died, he brought his brother back, and gave him what was left of Dumbledores life, old artifacts and memories, saved over the year. (One of them, I was pleased to see, was a truly heinous kilt, in horridly clashing pinks and yellows --paisley, I believe, with an inner lining of happy faces. It really was atrocious)

Voldemort took over his brothers shop. He began to sell the dolls and things there to the muggles who had been watching. I saw the earings Tho had sent me and mom, lego blocks, and quietly pocketed them.

I then left. And woke up.






It was a Weird Fucking Dream. Keep in mind that the above is what I can remember. Earlier, there was a secret hallway, with too many doors and I or Harry or whichever one of us it was was trying to sneak into it past the Slytherins, and then out again when Draco came back.

Yeah.

At any rate, this has been an Awesome birthday thus far. I woke up far too early, and got to watch a bit more then half of the moon dissapear, and then I went back to sleep and was rewarded by Harry Potter dreams.

And of course, I slept about 14 hours total last night. Aig. Stupid clones and their inability to sleep. :P

...who I miss like voldemort misses dumbledore.

Anyways.

I hate sleeping that long, but besides that, thus far my birfday has been good. Presents time.

~Sor
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I miss my clone. Damn her and her warm fuzzy dreams! *shakes fist*

On a similar note (related to dreams at least) I have an open letter to my subconcious.

Dear subconcious.

While I appreciate the obvious effort involved in trying to give me a BalticonDream, what the hell was up with all the snow? Also, you do know that the consuite is *connected* to the main building, right? So technically, no one would have to crawl through the snow to get there, and, as the consuite has a roof, there really shouldn't have been snow in it.

Thanks.

Luv, Kat.

P.S: I fully support Magus in spectacular* kilts though. We can have more of that, yep.

*Spectacular meaning sortof a darkish purple and blue hawaiin print utilikilt. If such a thing actually exists, I want it.

BLAH SPELLING MISTAKES!

Seriously, I made like three really stupid mistakes in typing the last paragraph. Sorcy can't spell today. :(

As for other, non dream related shtuff...uhm...I'm out. I need more dreams of guys in kilts. Or more dreams with NakedSwing in them. >> <<

*totally isn't a bad person. Much.*

ANYWAYS!

I have been spending entierly too much time cleaning my room lately, with a good amount of help from Ksatyr. It is a difficult process. I fear it may never be truly done, and currently just exists in the moving shit from point a to point b form of cleaning.

Which will work, until I have to pack. Eek!

(Unrelated note --I wonder how many of my legos I can take with me...)

Katters is a bad influence on me. Oompa, oompa, oompa. :p

Uhm. Soyeah. Tuesday I went to the Holocaust Musuem, which was...well...a museum about the Holocaust. Pretty damn depressing, but worth going to at least once.

On the plus side, me and Becky finished up the day by me forcing her to watch Blues Brothers, and her forcing me to watch a couple of episodes of Stargate (1969 and the 200th episode) which were pretty fun.

Huh. Rosi and Guil have wandered back into my head. Eh, whatever.

Moving right along...yeah, I have no more of a life. I hung out with Veronica a bunch yesterday. We played an obscene amount of Geetar Hero, and watched Robots (since it was on) and Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways, since V had never seen it, and we were in the mood for EcclstonDoctor. Fish and Ksatyr were there as well, which partially inspired that.

Mel made Aly a cake on Wednesday night, because she's *awesome*. It's good cake, too.

I'm hella behind in reading you lot --I'm barely through the thirteenth, with all the zombies. Which, might I add, I am INCREDIBLY pissed I missed it. Grr! Argh!!

Annnnnnnd I'm out. Off to go clean up, like I'm supposed toget sucked in by the flattering words of my clone.

~Sor
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I love you OtherKat! You rule!!

~Sor
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Second Quarter grades:
German II --A
Ancient and Medival History --B (Down from an A last quarter)
Calculus GT --B (Down from an A last quarter)
English 12 AP/GT --A
Stagecraft III --A
Aide (English) --A (No, really? SHOCK!)
Psychology --A (Which I Cluelessed for. I'm so ashamed. :D)

Midterm Grades:
German II --A
Ancient and Medival History --A
Calculus GT --A
English 12 AP/GT --B (Two essays and four paragraphs, done first thing in the morning, on a day when I didn't take my drugs. I'm impressed I swung a B.)
Stagecraft III --A
Aide (English) --A (More shock and awe here. I think my midterm was grading other peoples midterms...)
Psychology --A

So yeah. All that's good, though I can't help but be pissed that my GPA dropped .29 points from last quarter (4.0) to this one (3.71)

Which is a stupid thing to hate. It really really is, I've got no right, no reason to be pissed at myself. It's just...life was a lot easier before I cared about my grades. It really was.

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I am feeling better from yesterday. For some version of the word better, at least. Mostly I just feel empty, drained. Too much emotion yesterday, and too melencholy to be able to care about anyone else. The media center did succeed in working as a useful student resource for possibly the first time since tenth grade, which is both shocking and good. Or at least, it sorta did --I managed to curl up in a corner and read sinply by nature of the fact that I probably looked desperate enough to the aide and "a few kids who signed up haven't shown up."

They really shouldn't be allowed to call it a student resource center. Considering that getting in there without a pass is the next thing to impossible, and that they don't provide enough passes, ever. Which leaves me, when I Just Want To Be Alone, stuck downstairs in the atrium in the lunchroom with noise and crowds and people and I just don't want to deal with it some days.

But today, for once, it worked. And that's good, I really needed it to work. I don't even know what I read -some twisted diarytype book tucked in the socio section, I think. For once, I *wasn't* reading the introduction to The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy aloud. (Just as well --I most likely would have started crying) But then again, I kind of left that hobby when I stopped having lunch with Paul.

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So, there's this thing I've been working on--it's called 101 in 1001, and the basic idea is to make a list of 101 goals you'd like to achieve in 1001 days and activly work to achieve them. For information past that, see Hier

I basically stumbled across it kittikattie's journal and became quite enamoured of the idea. If I start my list soon, I'm looking at a deadline of the very end of October/beginning of November.

I'm nearly done writing my 101 goals (12 to go!) and from there...we'll see. Maybe I'll forget about the project completely, maybe I'll actually do it all. If it's the latter, you lot will get to enjoy loads more of my blathering, as I bitch about how hard/stupid/complicated/time consuming/confining my goals were and how dumb I was for choosing them.

(Ha, and I just thought of one more to toss on there --finish reading Discworld. Eleven to go!)

Sooooooooo yeah. That's really life right now. Working on that, keeping up with school, trying to keep up with life and emotions and friends and drama and All That. Oh, and Dragon Dance. Which, I have to say, is probably one of the coolest things I have ever been a part of in my entire life. I get to run around with a DRAGON! Rarrrr!!

(Kung-fu is so cool. ^.^^)
((Jesus, that's a Blueism, isn't it? Man, I need to talk to that girl again. It's been agggggeeees since I saw her last. And she still has my comics, damn her!))
(((Parenthenses!)))

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So yeah, I'm getting better I think. I really am happy about my grades, I just really really wish I didn't have any B's. Which, compared to my grades for the past three years, is a "You're pushing your luck, moron" sort of wish.

And I reeeeeeally want to get rejected from all the colleges I applyed to. Please. Just let me know I got my applications in and you noticed. It'd be nice to be accepted, but really I'm just tired of all this WAITING!

That's all for now.

~Katarina/Sorcyress
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(((P.S: Kaaaaaaat! I have a story that I need to finish typing for you! (I was going to type it yesterday for cloniversaryness but...yeah.) It is a story full of things you will like, like the Doctor and a certain insane barber...)))

( If your name is Kyu, don't read this in case of spoilers. (Dunno, have you gotten your prezzie from Katters yet? Anyone else, go ahead! )

In short, Sor = Happy.

~Sor
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P.S: Kyu, I got your card. *grin*

P.P.S: This is what my other new hat looks like.

"All I could find on board is this Sonic Screwdriver." Sor said clearly, not really caring whether or not the intruder was able to understand them -- it had them cornered anyway, so why bother?
Kat leaped for the screwdriver, but Sor pulled it away before she -- Kat -- could grab it. "Nuh-uh," she said, "This is mine. I may not know exactly how to use it, but I'll be damned if you get to time-lord it over me."

Katters *wins* at life. From the fanfiction.

~Sor
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( I've been interviewed! By Aren, V, Momo, Fish, and Katters! )

And that is all. Time to go be quite dr0nk some more.

...not that the results are entierly bad. Stil though. NTS: Don't drink anything Kat gives me and won't tell me what it is.
NTS2: Certainly don't drain the thermous if she does.

~Sor
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