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Eyyyy, it says I have a 496 day streak. That's a perfect number!

It also says it's Sunday, December 31st. That's...not as true, and it's one of the few days of the year where I feel it actually matters to have a midnight cron instead of 6AM. But I didn't write my words earlier, so I'm just gonna write some end-of-year words now, and that'll be fine.

2023 was, on the macro level, a shitshow of a year. Covid is still a problem. Anti-trans sentiment and laws are still a problem. Guns are still a problem. The multiple horrific wars in other places are still a problem. Unchecked horrific capitalism is still a problem. Lotta fuckin' problems 'round these parts is what I'm saying.

But for the first time in thirteen years (the prior was in 2010) Greykell hosted a New Year's Party in Maryland. That was not a problem. It was sorta the exact opposite of a problem! It was pretty fucking awesome, all told!

And because it's been thirteen years since I've seen a lot of these people, it was nice to be able to give the potted summary of my life and say that, on the personal level...my life is actually really fucking great. I love my job, even though it's exhausting and admin are buggin'. My house-family is deeply beloved to me. I have really good hobbies that make me really happy. I've been playing a weekly RPG for the first time in my life and we even finished a campaign.

And I have a whole mess of loved ones, from partners to comets to friends to family to my community, all the beloved people who make my life shine. I am freakishly lucky, to have so many amazing people around me. It's been really splendid this year, with my increased trips to Maryland, to get to see more of those people on the regular.

My brain is still a whole monster of a mess, and I can't in good conscience say it's ~getting better~ but I can say every year I learn more about how to handle it. I'm going into 2024 armed with structures, plans, ideas, abilities. I will keep writing things down on my todo list and trying even to do them.

The macro level is really bad, and I'd be a fucking liar if I said that stuff doesn't affect me, doesn't grind me down quietly, a little more each day.

But there's a lot of good in my life too. Thanks to y'all, who're such a part of it. I love you.

~Sor
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Today's New York adventure was also very High Quality New York!

Today was shopping day, which means we hauled butt to Union Sq and hit up the Strand, Forbidden Planet, and Books of Wonder. I did not buy the uncorrected galley proof of Howl's Moving Castle (I didn't even ask how much it was). I also did not buy the $500 25th anniversary edition Where The Wild Things Are signed and doodled by Maurice Sendak. I *definitely* did not buy the $22,500 (yes, five digits) first edition signed and doodled one.

I did buy a copy of the Audubon field guide to Insects and Spiders, mostly because there were several copies on the shelves of the Strand for $25 bucks, and then one suspiciously identical copy that was marked at $11.50. I have not yet figured out why it was ten bucks cheaper, but I assume it's for a parallel dimension's worth of bugs, and they will all be subtlly...off.

Since we were in the area, we went to the Museum of Sex as well! That was pretty cool, although a little smaller than I was hoping. They did have a very cool punk rock exhibit going on! And there was a section on early stag films, which I was hoping would dovetail nicely with my recent obsession with The Rialto Report (site not remotely safe for work, details in footnotes¹). It actually largely predated the stuff I've been focused on, which meant I got to watch snippets of a whole bunch of super early loops --black and white silent films and every bit as filthy as we like to see today!

The effect was ruined some by some of the other patrons, who were giggling wildly and uncomfortably any time anything happened, like...a penis. You are at the Sex Museum. There is sex. Kindly _get the fuck over yourself_ or at least go be utterly immature about it over there somewhere.

Also mom and I got to bounce around in a bounce house made of boobs. It was amazing. There are photos, but you can't see them because obviously².

Post museum, we walked back to Times Square and picked up some tickets for The Play That Goes Wrong. Oh my poor sides. There's less _analysis_ to be done with this one than there is Hadestown. Suffice to say, the title is utterly accurate. I kinda want to see a "proper" staging of the Murder At Whatever Manor now, ideally done as overwroughtly as the actors would hope.

We waited outside the stage door, and probably made the casts day, as there was no one else except a couple of friends of a couple of the stars. Friendly chatting and signed playbills all around!

Now we are home again, and I am procrastinating completing my grades which are due in about ten hours. I'm sure I'll find the time to do them somehow!

~Sor
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1: The Rialto Report is a highly academic podcast and website that collects interviews and primary source documents for the golden age of pornography, with a special focus on late 70s/early 80s NYC. It is so cool!! There is something beautiful and powerful and tragic and painful about all these stories of people living and fucking in that sweet moment after the pill but before AIDS. About half the interviews end with pictures of smiling 70 year olds, laughing somewhere far away. About half the interviews end with a drug overdose thirty years ago. It is such a _fascinating_ archive.

And yeah, it is _deeply_ not safe for work. Nothing about it is safe for work. There are full scans of smutty magazines from the eighties with big ol' tiddy spreads, and headshots of porn stars, and film stills, and backstage shots from strip clubs. It's academically awesome, it also can be some genuinely titillating stuff.

2: "Were you not just being enlightened and holier-than-thou about how well you can handle the existence of sex?" Yeah, but there's the whole point, and some people who are immature and can't handle it are my bosses and the parents of my students.

Today was the last day of school for seniors! Yay!

I'm celebrating by going to NEW YORK CITY, partly because I love the city and it'll be a nice chance to hang with my friend Maia, but mostly because my mother is gonna sing at Carnagie Hall and hell to the yes I'm gonna go see her!

Also I will manage to do all my grading somehow when I am in a TOTALLY DISTRACTING new city. How exactly this will be pulled off is not yet known or understood. On the plus side, "all my grading" is down to about 9 final projects and reading a ton of letters. That's reasonable, right?

I hope you all have a splendid time wherever you are. Be well my friends!

Accomplishment posts to maybe resume once I return. I think they might help keep me grounded.

~Sor
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(I told him I was taking the photo for my mom, and he replied with "Tell her Happy Mother's Day!" When I did, mom replied with this text: "BEST Mother's Day greeting EVAHR!!!". I think I am the best child this year, even if I am a week early.)

Last year on Free Comic Book Day, I was in California. There's nothing wrong with this in and of itself, but it did mean I couldn't go to ALL THE COMIC SHOPS. This year I was happily home in Somerville, and I traveled only about five miles round trip which meant I got to hit up four separate comic shops (and I forgot about Newbury Comics completely, though I heard they were out by the time I was adventuring).

Furthermore, this was the first year I've ever been even remotely employed for Free Comic Book Day. I wisely set myself a spending limit of NO MORE than ten dollars per store, packed a sandwich and a folder to put comics in and my bike stuff, and went on my merry way.

It proved to be a very satisfying haul indeed. ( Photos, more words, and lots of links under cut. )

After I was done terrorizing the local comic book shops, I headed over to Artisan's Asylum, to sample a small taste of Somerville Open Studios. I spent some time chatting with Sparr, and lots of time wandering around and looking at beautiful art that I could never in a million years afford (and okay, some really gorgeous stuff that maybe someday I can afford too).

( Rambling and links! )

Anyways, it was an awesome day, and tomorrow I will likely engage in Skype-cleaning adventures with tricia868 hopefully interspersed with further Open Studios Adventures.

It's looking to be a pretty great weekend.

~Sor
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Today is Wednesday.

Tonight is Wednesday night. My nefarious plans for tonight involve visiting jere7my and getting one last round of bad movies in before I go home for the summer.

Tomorrow is Thursday. I will spend the day doing things, at least one of which I hope to be studying for my Italian final. I will spend the night doing contra over at the Concord Scout House --come say goodbye!

The day after that is Friday. I have a final from ten to noon, and then will hopefully spend much of the rest of the day packing.

Saturday, no finals, more packing. Saturday afternoon and evening I am going over to the Belmhouse to babysit and hang out. Eventually I will detangle from there, go back on campus, and collect all members of the Lesley University Chaos Club who want to go see Rocky Horror.

Get home at late o clock, go sleep somewhere. Sunday morning, collect people to go get "breakfast" (ideally at noon or one) at Mr. Crepes. Steal Ria and/or Maddie on secret missions that I may or may not have alluded to last post.

After secret mission, study for maths. Pack more.

Monday, take maths final. Pack. Pack a lot. Pack like an *absolutely* crazy person, and as stressedly as I can possibly manage. Hopefully finish packing before it's time for dance.

Monday night, go dancing at Springstep for the last time for four months. Try not to think about it too hard, as it might make me cry. Dance with dance-Andrea, since I promised her a dance, dance with...other people. Get in a Last Waltz¹ with Magus that'll have to last me most of a summer. Hopefully stop being such a gloomcookie all the time.

Tuesday morning, go to my Teacherfinal, which consists of "showing up". (Or, you know, have flu like symptoms and stay home in order to better achieve the rest of the day.) Say goodbye to Evan, and school-Andrea and Erin and whoever else is around. Go back to Dock 18, say goodbye to the roomies. Cry, because, well, it's *me*.

Give mom a hug and toss things into Catbus². Stop by Belmhouse, thank them roughly a million times for letting me leave things there over the summer. Drive to Maryland.

Arrive in Maryland. Give Shan a noogie and Alys a hug. Curl up in my own bed, in my own room, with a door that closes. Try very very hard not to think about how long four months is, really.

Wednesday.

Visit Veronica. See if I still have a job. Be back in Maryland.

Sigh.

((And I mean there's good in there -Balticon, Tho, Origins, Day Camp, visiting mek, Otakon, Oella --not to mention all the Maryland people I love and adore. But seriously. Sigh.))

~Sor
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1: There's symbolism to the Last Waltz, youknow? No, not always or anything, but your traditional Last Waltz, you do it with your sweetie (well, one of them. We're ignoring the polydrama for the purposes of this). Out of all of dancing, that's the one that really matters --a good partner, and the world becomes Just Right.

I wonder who my final waltz was with at NEFFA last year. I know for this year, and while I had a last waltz at Dance Flurry, the role of the Last Waltz was filled by the Penultimate Waltz.

Andumyeah. Stuff. LOOK A DISTRACTION, BYE!

2: Mom's van. Galileo was the old one, and we haven't changed plates, but the minivan I do most of my driving in is called Catbus.

So, because I both like being stalked and like stalking people, I joined Gather[ETA 2022: dead link], which appears to almost be a cross between a blog and a forum. Anyone else out there who I should go friend thereabouts?

***

Liam! gets cookies for telling me how to change shortcuts on my mac. Twiddle-arrow is a *much* quicker way to parse through tabs in Safari, thanks. (Though I'm actually going to change it shortly, as I realize that it doesn't work when I'm in a textbox --the arrows just function as arrows in the box. This is useless. Ideal would be twiddle , and . I think, except that twiddle-, is for opening sysprefs. Damnit! Ah well, I know what to do now, I can experiment until my baby works like I want her to.)

Next question is figuring out a way to unminimize windows without using the mouse. Maybe I should just switch to hiding windows instead of minimizing them...no, no good, that hides all the windows in a program, not just the active one. Hmm. A quest!!

(Hey, we'll start taking bets now --who wants to bet that, by the end of the summer, Sorcy will have started learning how to code things. Damnit, I am not a computer geek. *sighs*)

.....did I seriously just somehow hit twiddle-w (close tab) instead of twiddle-tab (go to next program)? What the fuck?! That just doesn't make sense.

***

My mommy's coming up to town in a couple weekends! Unfortunately, said weekend is the weekend before the weekend of the show. *crosses fingers for being able to hang out with people, and introduce her to Lauren and Emily, damnit!*

There's also 19th century dance going on that weekend, which makes my heart kinda go "!, want!" though I suspect I've got a nil chance of making it *that* time. (Reoccuring dance events are win and love, yep.) Though I could always drag the 'rents to it with me...(if I'm not in rehersal. :p)

***

Ah-HA! Ha ha ha! BRILLIANCE!

Man, keyboard hacking my computer is my new obsession. I'm sure I'll get over it within a week, but while I'm doing it, it's awesomely fun. (Finally figured out how to fix one of those little things that's been bothering me since I got Seren --the fact that twiddle-M on a mac will not turn itunes into the miniplayer (zoom view), it'll minimize it. Miniplayer now has a shortcut, and YAY!)

(Damn, I'm a dork.)

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Uhm, yeah. Life is school, rehersal, and occasionally hanging out with people. Last night I went over to Jere7my's to watch some MST3K movie (Attack of the Gila Monster? Something of the Gila Monster, certainly) which just furthered the huge crush I am developing on Joel. I need to hang out with Dan4th sometime, since I haven't seen him since before break. Same with Dominik.

Yeah. The world is quiet here and all.

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P.S: I'm writing things again. *bouncebouncebounce!* I don't care if it's complete shit, I'm *writing!* This is what the Sorcy is supposedly best at. <3

~Sor
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You know what rules?

Waking up killer early in order to make breakfast in bed for mum, who is the awesomest mommy in the world. I made her eggs, banana, english muffin with jam, and orange juice. AND, I made sure everything was within points.

Soyeah. I made her smile. Today will be a Good Day.

~Sor
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*Note: Waking up at five in the morning does not rule, though. Oh well.

I went on a Most Excellent Adventure/Trip with mum and Josh and Eric and ocassionally Shan. So I'm in a realitivly good mood.

Trip Report:

"How do you get an evil giraffe? 'I will eat all the leaves off this tree. I will get up early to eat all the leaves from this tree. Then there will be no leaves on this tree, and the other giraffes...will die.'"¹

Friday:

Woke up hells early (5:30 AM...there is such a time?), picked up Josh and Eric, and drove to MA, with hardly any traffic at all, and a rainstorm that started moments after we hadn't gotten us and all our stuff into Dave and Diane (Boston version)'s house. Yes, we are Just That Cool.

Much hanging out and coolness occured. Dave introduced us to the brilliance that was Guitar Hero, which was good fun. I highly support silly games like that, especially if you get to rock out. And I was very good at the easy setting, but basically fell apart when it came to medium.

Awesomer then silly games though, Micro, who is my agent, and whom I haven't seen since the Oscars LARP in...ninty six? or so came over, as did [Redacted] who is a completely fabulous woman, moreso because she understands the idea that you don't have to wear skirts and make-up to be a girl, even if the idea of not doing so *does* horrify the rest of the mtf community.² Plus, [Redacted] draws comics, which is terribly awesome, and I have to e-mail her so that I can insure that I get the copy of her next one.

Also, quote: Mom: "Well see, I can't *really* date Josh because I know his parents real well"
[Redacted]: "Ah, but *I* don't know his parents."

Alsoalso, I am completly awesomely irrisistable to everyone, because I am Just That Awesome. Good flirts make me happy.

I think that was about all of Friday. Oh, except I just lost The Game. Which, I taught the rest of them, and we have been playing the whole weekend. MUAHAHAA! Additionally, we have restarted mom's pointing game that she used to play in college, where the basic goal was to point at people before they pointed at you, every day.³ (Day's resetting at 12:01)

Saturday:

Saturday, we left MA and drove to Maine! Where we went to Crossroads Games and Books, which is this great little game shop we found up there, and lusted after everything⁴ (or I did at least). Better yet, Chris, the highly cool gal who we met the first time around, remembered us. Yay!

Got to Wyo, kidnapped Aly, and...well...listened to her talk. I love her dearly, but she did not stop speaking for a good half hour. Much teasing occured, especially since she kept using both "like" and "Ohmygod". Granted, I use both of those fairly often as well, but still. ILMS.

Aly is doing very well, for anyone who knows her. Which is nice to know, as she *is* my sister. And I was nice, and didn't eat her hair the whole time. I should write her a letter.

More importantly, I should write *Mell* a letter. Because Mell is amoung the coolest people I have ever met in my life, and one of the few reasons I miss going to Wyo. And I got to see her again!!! *parti-dances* This is an excellent, excellent thing. Also, I should totally go visit her. Which is why I may wind up making a college visit to Wheaton, regardless of any interest I have in going there. *grins*

Lessee...returned the kids, left the camp, got to the turnpike. Went north, without thinking about it. For the geographically challenged, Maine is north of Connecticut, which is where we were aiming. Yeahhhh...it took us a couple minutes, and then we had a group "Shit!" moment. Whoops. So, we got to see more of Maine then we previously expected. *grins*

Eventually we made it home to St. G'ma and Grandpa Gus's place, where we...pretty much immediately fell asleep. I think that was the first night in about three weeks that I fell asleep before midnight. And that was Saturday.

Sunday we woke up, ate a delicious breakfast, and went for a lovely walk around the lakething. Really, I'm going to have to write about the farm sometime, that place is...well, the least fannish place that feels like home. Also, I've now taken both Josh and Eric down to the Kids Club⁵, which is always fun. I love that place.

Then, we went to NYC. First off, I love cities, especially New York. ESPECIALLY New York. London was lovely, DC and Baltimore are close, but NYC is...well, New York. Can't explain it.
You either get it or you don't.

Our ultimate goal in New York was to see Sweeny Todd (OhmyfuckinggodlustwantneedholyHELLgood.), and *possibly* another show as well. Hoorah for TKTS -we saw ST from remarkably good seats and had a lovely time, ambled over to TKTS, and wound up with tickets to see Avenue Q from pretty damn good seats. Broadway for the WINS!

And those both deserve seperate squeels, plus I'm getting bored of typing. So, I'm thinking that, since that was really the end of the trip (left NYC, went home) I'm done. Ta kids!

~Sor
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1: Copyright Eddie Izzard, at some point or another. Important because we quoted this one roughly eight thousand times, in different forms. ("I will eat all the french fries...and the rest of you...will die!)
2: mtf: male to female transsexual. Way back when, [Redacted] used to be known as [Deadname], and apparently used to warp my tiny infentile mind with such facts as 'Two plus two equals seven'. I like her immensly, partly because she's fabulously cool, and partly because she interests me.
3: *points at everyone who reads this. And everyone who doesn't, for that matter.*
4: They had all the Sandman comics. Mum says she will get them for us, but still! Also, they had dice, which is slightly less desperate since we've *finally* got a local game store. But still! Dicelust.
5: Hard to explain. It's...um...a big pile of rocks on my grandparents land. Yeah. Basically me and all my cousins have spent a collective arseload of time there playing games and pretend. I lurves it.

Editor's note, 2022: Let's not out people without their express permission, okay? I have other comments to make to my past self, but I am trying to leave this journal mostly intact as a historical document, even when it is cringe as hell.

Although, apparently early in the morning I'm either more tactful, or too tired to be angry at people.

Yeah. Sor is up at three in the god's be damned morning. Rather against her will, I'm afraid.

Being a girl BITES! You boys don't realize how lucky you have it.

On the plus side, it is post Balticon, so my body can behave itself ocassionally. How much you wanna bet I start bleeding as soon as I get into London? Please don't answer that -I'm an optimist. I'd like to *pretend* the odds are in my favour, even if they're not.

Seven girls and four adults, half of whom will be PMSing at one point or another, I suspect. Oh dear Lord, I've signed onto a nightmare. Blah.

You know what sucks? Finding midol and taking hot baths and roaming around have waken me up, not to mention google-serching how to make a hot pad out of things I might have in my pantry (thus far unsucessful)

Oh wait, apparently rice works. Hmmm, does anyone know if plastic baggies explode if you put them in the nukerwave? Maybe I should find a dicebag. Let's go see if we can wrangle one of those.

Oh right, and the above sucks because I really, REALLY can't justify going back to sleep. Hear me out on this one before you give me your dissaproving looks, mom. If I go back to sleep at this point, I will be impossible to wake up, and fairly groggy and tired. If I make the push, however, and just stay awake until school and then do a regular day, I will end up tiredish at the end of it, but I'll be awake and presumably ready when Veronica shows up. A unique and interesting concept, I know.

I wanna try polyphasic sleep. Except it'd be virtually impossible for me to pull off, what with SCHOOL and not being able to sleep in the middle of that. I'd try it during the summer, but it'd be a bitch to have to readapt to monophasic when school started again, and I don't think I could pull it off in London. (Scratch that...I know I couldn't pull it off London-side) So if I was going to flirt with the idea, I'd have to start whenever it is I start college.

Which is not going to be soon.

Should I be turning this into two entries? Probably, but in all truth I don't care. It's amazing about how much I don't care about things right now. Early morning is a very selfish time.

Midol is the best invention in the world, however. Also, it is impressive how much more awake one feels when one gets dressed in real clothes. Nightgowns are nice, but have that whole restful quality to them. Real clothes are much better.

I wonder how I'm going to explain awake to Dad. Mum will be easy enough to deal with, until she reads this entry (And I'm far too lazy to make an 'everyone but my mother' filter) but dad is not used to having strange teenagers be in his house. Well, awake in his house. Especially not me.

I should go work on my lovely little Balticon report. All manner of stuff has made it in there, and mek is going to kill me, but that's ok. I can ressurect myself, that's the fun thing about being a sorceress.

I will go ahead and say that favorite people of the weekend (Besides Larry and Sue for bringing me --THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!) are probably marcmagus and jannyblue. Mostly because I really wasn't expecting either of them, and they both pleased me no end pretty much just by existing. So yay for them.

Ooo, internet's working. I should go investigate finding that thing. Yeah. *waves hand vaguely* I'll tell you lot later, unless I forget, which is entirely likely.

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Dude. A three hour stream of conciousness elljay update done when I'm too tired to think very rationally is probably cruel. But wouldn't it be lovely fun? This is why I don't advise asking what I'm thinking at any given moment -I'm odd enough to tell you. And unlike some people, I fund it impossible to turn off my thoughtstream, or even really to limit it. Which leads to babbling, and ocassionally, nervous breakdowns. But that only happened once.

Right, archive trawling. Back shortly.

Oh wow, I didn't say anything NEARLY as embaressing as I expected to in my post-origins report. I must have saved all the swooning for the private journals. Is it possible that little old froshman me knew the first rule of online blogging, namely, always assume that the person who you least want to read anything, will?

Actually, I think she knew it better then I do these days. So, I am just more trusting, or do I have better secrets to share? Maybe I'm fracturing the walls some.

Of course, then something like the recent fiasco with whatshisname occurs, and I go back and add another layer of cement to the top. (And before you ask, no, I do know exactly what whatshisname's name is, I just don't feel like telling *you*. See above notes on assuming that the person you want least to read, is.)

I like my walls. *runs hand over them affectionately* Which apparently I can do, as there now seems to be a rather three dimensional map of my brain in the lounge. That's new.

*looks around*

Her pit seems to have dissapeared as well, which is very very nice. I can definently deal with Her not being lurking so much, and Her recent proximity to Hyde was making me nervous. Even if he's been very quiet lately.

Really, they all have. Maybe it's just that I haven't talked to Aren and the boys in a while -they all florished when I was regularly chatting with her. Although, it tends to be a bit...dramatic therabouts.

'sok, it tends to be a bit dramatic hereabouts, too. Even discounting all the lovely voices in my head, my life is...exciting. Interesting, perhaps. Ah, a Shin'a'in curse, "May your life be interesting." Provided I'm remembering right, of course.

...did I spell that right? *Googles*

Oo, I did! Ha, shows that my lovely Myste Lackey obsession hasn't COMPLETELY died out. I should reread some of those again, especially the ones I've only ever read once.

You know what are fun? Nancy buttons, which are rather too pretty, and damn they STOLE MY MIND! (Not to mention far too much of my money) I'm currently wearing my "sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak sneak POUNCE!" and my "Free Hugs" buttons, because they're still attached to my hat. I should probably DETACH all the other ones that are living on my piratecoat or my bag, but meh. Too lazy. Plus, the dangers of the internets (ie, people I enjoy chatting with) have stolen my brain again. Curse them all!

Well, actually don't. I do, after all, rather like both mek and Marc, and them being cursed is bad.

I'm going to go work on my conreport some. Mostly because I'm now rational enough to do so.

*isback* Not that it really matters on elljay, it's all sort of blendy and timeless. It's almost like a time machine!

I should go out and watch the sunrise. I don't think it's started yet though, so I can't. I should at least keep track of it though.

Talking to people is most excellent. I like people. Of course, I can't talk to people AND have a thoughtstream going at the same time, so yeah. Or rather, I can, I just can't write it down.

Oh wow, y'know what I haven't done in a while? I haven't trawled the What's New page at Snopes in a while. Back shortly...

Well, not shortly. And carp, I missed the sunrise. Bah.

I should go start getting ready for school. Shoes, and whatnot. See you cats and kittens later!

~Sor
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So, sitting here hangin out, It occered to me that I ought to set right the beliefs running rampent in my previous post.

My mother is cooler then me. This is a Proven Fact. I'm not saying I'm not cool or anything, as I'm a pretty damm cool person (Not to mention a totally hoopy frood) but mom/werewulf/Grey/etc is Cooler then Me.

Why? She's been around longer and has much more expirience at being cool.

Thank you for your time and patience.

~Sor

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PostScript: Beth...WHO wrote Tom Sawyer again? Silly girl. *hugs*

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