So yesterday I went to go see Furiosa [no spoilers in this entry], after mentioning in passing to work-bestie Clayton that I wanted to see it in theatres, and him going “oh yeah, me and Angela(wife) want to see it too, wanna go together on Friday?” I am powerless in the face of other people actually making plans for me for things I want to do, so I added jere7my to the order, and the four of us met up and had a jolly time.

Of course I dressed up. I wasn’t going to dress up all the way, I was planning to do just something funny to my hair, but then...the rest of it happened.



[image description: A selfie of a white person wearing glasses posing with their hand below their chin. They are wearing black lipstick and extremely messy and overdone black eyeshadow smearing across their face. Their hair is braided with several metal rings, and they are wearing a thicker metal ring as a necklace. Their top appears to be a combination of black binder, orange net scarf, and black bike tubes, while they are wearing several copper and green bracelets.]



[image description: A white person wearing glasses and posing in a doorway. They are wearing mad max inspired clothing in shades of brown and orange, with many belt pouches and extra scarves. They have black makeup smeared over their eyes, and a large metal ring as a necklace. Their hair is braided with many more rings and partly pinned up over their head. They have a leather jacket with many (currently unreadable) activist patches on it.]

And so I arrived slightly before jere7my and Clayton and Angela express delight over my outfit and I preen and say something like “yeah, I dressed up for Barbie too”¹. And honestly it’s...it’s kindof an interesting and fun thing about my life right now that I’ve seen two movies in theatres in the last year, and dressed up for both of them. Maybe I always dress up for movies now? Maybe if a movie is worth seeing, it’s worth seeing as absurdly and dramatically as possible?

It’s funny because my regular-type friends probably all know by now that I have a discerning eye for fashion and actually do think a lot about How Best To Look Cute, including doing things with my hair and my makeup and my earrings and what have you. I don’t dress up for bells _every_ week, but I definitely dress up some of the weeks, and if I’m going to other things that aren’t bells, I’m gonna think about what I want to wear.

But Clayton, despite being yes a regular-type-friend is also a work-friend and so the context he sees me in most often...isn’t that. He sees me in my work drag, binder and collared shirt and slacks with very little variance. It’s not that I don’t _like_ my work clothes –I have several hawaiin shirts I wear that I’m fond of, and sometimes I do vest and/or tie—it’s just that they’re not...me. They are not particularly fancy or wild or interesting.

And that’s sortof sad and sortof unfortunate and sortof weird and sortof nice? I mean, it’s certainly nice to have less thought required for getting dressed on work days, even if I don’t think of the clothing as “me”. But it’s interesting to have figured out that I do actually care quite a bit about style and looking good –I remain so proud of my Beantown Stomp outfit where I got compliments on literally every article I was wearing visibly- and then to spend so much of my life not actually in that space.

Which is why I just have to dress up extra hard the rest of the time. Because my body isn’t a temple, it’s a canvas and I am here to play.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Clayton gets points for immediately bouncing back with “like that?!” because yes very good, very funny.

I had an epiphany the other day. A slightly terrifying one.

( TRIGGER WARNING: sexual and emotional abuse, rape )

POSTSCRIPT: So, someone pointed out that I made my first post about being an abuse survivor a couple months after I broke up with one of my boyfriends, and they were freaking out about hearing me hanging out casually with that (now-ex)boyfriend. NO! GODS NO!

I do not hang out with my abuser, ever, and the relationship ended long before I ever posted about it. If you do not want to hang out with someone I dated/was involved with because you think they are the one who hurt me, PLEASE ask me first so I can confirm. With this one exception, I am quite friendly with my exes, and really don't want the good ones to get mistaken for the douchey one. Thanks.

So, I don't really do the whole "casual nudity" thing.

( People often complain when I post things of this length without putting them under a cut. To which I say, the scroll button is to your right, and you can cast your vote for how I manage my livejournal at the next 'election of who runs Kat's journal' which will be in approximately never. )

~Sor
MOOP!

1: As an aside, if you have ever felt uncomfortable or creeped out by the way(s) I express admiration to you, please tell me (if you feel comfortable doing so). My e-mail is kdsorceress at gmail dot com, and I would like to know what I am doing wrong, so I can not do it in the future. I am hoping this aside is entirely unnecessary, but I've fucked up in the past with regards to how much casual touch/flirting/whatever someone is okay with, and I want to be better about that.

2: I mostly don't trust people. The ways I do trust people are not necessarily the ways they want to be trusted. It is the highest honour for me to trust that you will take care of me, and I'm not actually convinced anyone has that in full. If you're complaining about that fact, because clearly you would do anything I needed and take good care of me, well fuck you. I am too damaged an individual to easily trust you, and too honorable to lie that I do.

3: Well, I don't hate the physical appearance of it anyways.

4: You know what I hate? When I line up for a dance and someone goes "OMG, you're dancing GIRL?!", sarcastic or not. What the hell, yes I dance girl! Probably about half the time. There are very few dances or nights where I am strictly one role or the other --the exception is vintage, and I will dance the girl role for Marc, or Rach, or quite a few other people if that's what is preferred or necessary. My pride has always been not that I dance the typically male role, but that I dance both.

5: This is a sharp statement. I can enjoy perfectly well being naked, the fine art of lounging, preferably entangled, with someone adored. I sleep naked whenever I can get away with it --there is something luxurious about the event. I have swam naked with friends, and wandered topless with strangers, and spent many many nights being a naked toy for my sir while he is fully dressed, and all of those were lovely things. I do not always require or want clothing --sometimes the only thought that goes into getting dressed is "is this clean and weather appropriate".

But most of the time, there's something more.

From Twitter:

Sorcyress
That's right. I clean up *good*.
5 minutes ago via web

Sorcyress
(says the woman wearing brown steampunk breeches, white man's shirt, salmon waistcoat, cravat...and five inch stripper heels.)
5 minutes ago via web

Sorcyress
(It should probably be noted that stripper heels are not Regency-period.)
less than a minute ago via web

Sorcyress
...where the fuck are my bree...fuck this, it is time to just make a livejournal post about my Clothing Issues
less than 5 seconds ago via web

So, where the fuck are my breeches? I mean, my actual black, something even vaguely close to period breeches. My brown ones make my ass look amazing, and fit better, and kinda don't look awful with the rest of my outfit (I guess), but they have pockets. Like...lots of them, including cargo ones, and this is not anything close to period. I might have to suffer through this fact.

On the plus side of everything, in failing to find my breeches, I have re-learned that I have the Best Shirt Ever for things like this. I am going to wear it tomorrow, and hopefully earn grins from people. Because really now, I *am* so excited for someone to invent the t-shirt.

(I should totally take some sort of superwoman pictures of me wearing the full get-up and pulling it open to reveal that shirt and send it to Kate Beaton)

NO SERIOUSLY. I NEED THOSE BREECHES.

Also, hey guys, dark blue or salmon? For my waistcoat, I mean. I wore dark blue last year, and looked great, but I have this kickass salmon vest of the same style, and it would match my shoelaces, and and and...

If I wear the salmon waistcoat and the blue tailcoat and the brown breeches is that too much colour? ARG I AM SO BAD AT MATCHING THINGS ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG.

HA! They were under my bed. This is a bad place for such. Now I can put on like eighteen costumes and take pictures.

Oh god. Oh god. Note to self: Next time I make it to the evil red empire, and every time thereafter, check and see if they've good dark blue stockings. Because mine are starting to get runs. Fuuuuuuck.

So, now you have to ( click on this cut, because I'm going to post photos and beg advice )

So yeah. That's where I currently am: Plan on the hopelessly non-period breeches, because I'm vain and think they look good, but be ready to switch to period if someone lets me know that this is a terrible breech of protocol, or that those colours don't actually look good together in the slightest or something. Huzzah!

And just because I am silly:



So so excited for that t-shirt invention, oh yes! Then I don't have to worry about breeches and waistcoats at all!

~Sor
MOOP!

I went thrift-storing today!

I didn't get all that much --a really nice vest though, that I think will match my light striped steampunk pants quite well. It occurred to me as I was looking through things that there is a principle of fashion that I've never really cemented in my head before now.

Namely, if everything in your wardrobe matches everything else, you're set for life.

Figuring this out (which I'm honestly sure I'd known before, but this was the first time I really "got" it) is probably one of those painfully obvious things that everyone else knows, but it's nice to have it as an actual rule. And it's not like I wasn't aware of it, at least on a subconscious level --if you look at my steampunk stuff, you'll find that it's all earth tones --brown and khaki and army green, mostly, with a couple Soviet-red or rust-red pieces thrown in. My garb follows similar patterns --three green corsets, one red, two black¹.

Now, extending this idea, I can start to create patterns for certain looks. For instance, thus far my Regency/gentleman's formalwear has a lot of blue in it. Dark blue tailcoat², which means I wear it with dark blue hose and a navy blue vest³. While I don't have blue ribbons for my hair, or blue laces for my shoes, they're on the list --as is a blue feather to put in my tricorn⁴.

The only other costuming I've got where I'm trying to accumulate considerable amounts of pieces for --not just one outfit's worth, but maybe someday enough to wear something different to every event in that genre-- is my pirate stuff I suppose, which is all black and red. Or, if I'm dipping into the steampunk stuff and garb, green and brown. I'm okay with that.

But that does lead itself to a conclusion, namely, should I keep doing this when I find other genres worth costuming for. Among other things, Jane Austen's Fight Club may actually be enough to make me interested in procuring some amount of Regency ladieswear sometime. Now, I could go with pale blue, which would be partly to properly cosplay Fanny from JAFC but mostly to see if it can go properly with my gentleman's wear. But there's a certain amount to which I consider Regency era clothes to be partly the province of my denizens --my tailcoat is almost perfectly Gabriel's shade of blue, which means that the feminine Regency garments should be shaded in Alis's particular red.

(of course, that leads itself too easily to pastel pink, and while I'm very secure in both my masculinity and my femininity, I just don't particularly care for pink, especially light shades, and especially *anything* which could be called "dusty rose".

Unless we're talking this Caddy, at which point I am completely secure enough in both my masculinity and my femininity to say I WANT. I have no idea where I'd put it, and I suspect that a car, like virtually everything else I own, should be built to withstand an awful lot of dirt and damage, but it's so pretty.)

So yes. I suppose if I was really good at this, I'd go and figure out what colour(s) I look good in, as opposed to just picking my wardrobe based on the cute cheap things at the thrift store that fall into the categories of "colours I like"⁵. For the meantime though, I'm enjoying the fact that, even though I'm not actively looking for anything at the thrift stores I visit⁶, I now have categories of things that should catch my eye more than others.

Or I can continue to just find every vest in the store and curse the fates for making me too small for any of them.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: I have three garb corsets, all reversible.
2: This is practically my favourite thing I own, I *swear*.
3: Okay, sometimes I wear it with a salmon pink vest. Since I have a salmon pink vest that's exactly the same as my navy blue vest except for colour. I love both of them more than is reasonable. I almost obsessively love vests, shh, don't tell anyone.
4: If I'm going to be not period, I want to be not period in *style*.
5: For instance, I could look *gorgeous* in deep dark purple. But I hardly ever wear it, which is disappointing, really, as it's a great colour. I should find out somehow! Also, I'm pretty sure I don't actually look all that great in straight up goth girl black, which is why I've been trying to add colour to my Rocky wardrobe.
6: In terms of both cosplay and just generic stuff. I finished my Daria outfit last spring, and it's totally throwing me for a loop --I don't know what to look for anymore.

Okay, I'm at that point where I have sixty tabs open across seven browser windows, and that really means that I need to make a link post and get on with my life. So here, have some sundries!

*Boston folk, in last Saturday's flooding, Taza Chocolatier got hit hard. They are trying to convince people to buy their stock so they have money for repairs. Buy some chocolate for a worthy cause!!

*Also Boston Folk, today at seven PM there is going to be a recess in Davis Square. Bring your jump ropes and four square balls, and believe me, I would be there in a heartbeat if I was a few hundred miles north and east of here.

*Improv Everywhere's newest stunt: Recreating the beginning of "Star Wars: A New Hope" on the Subways!

*I'll be honest here: I really quite want this foldable bicycle. It's a neat design, and I emphatically want to have a bike to tool around with up in Boston, to the point where I'm gonna need to find a way to get mine up there *some*how. So yeah.

*"But then there are some shows that go completely beyond the pale of enjoyability, until they become nothing more than overwritten collections of tropes impossible to watch without groaning." (A hilarious review of that terribly unrealistic show on the History Channel --"World War II" (I mean, could you *get* more melodramatic?). Read the comments. Sporfle warning.)

*I will unfortunately not be able to post this Girls With Slingshots guest strip by Erika Moen in my future classrooms, but I want to so badly!

*Locked posts, so no links, but I'd like to extend appreciation to chickenhat for "LESS COWBELL!" and to ncarraway for giving an earworm trigger warning when he mentioned GaGa's Bad Romance.

*ms_hecubus continues to keep a fairly funny blog (seriously, I should make the list of people who's journals are fun to read even if you don't know them¹), this time ranting about how "Every time I use a plastic bag, the terrorists win". (And hopefully she will not mind me linking her, as I was impolite and didn't ask permission this time)

*Oh, and her followup letter to Sears.

*Speaking of Racheline (You do read the footnotes when they come up, and not at the end, right?), she went to a conference recently, and made this post about secrets and exile that talks about coming out about various things. ( And then I babble about this a lot more, because I find it important )

*Oh look, another ms_hecubus post, this time Sensibly pointing out that boobies are both sexual and practical items, and to try and define them as one hundred percent one or the other is useless

*yagathai came up with a fantastic new portmanteau: Voluntarting. Please go use in a sentence.

*Look! It is A map of the creative process!!

*So, I follow the davis_square community because I like knowing what's going on in my world --signal to noise is high enough to keep me coming back. Most of the posts seem to get between zero and fifty comments or so. So when I see one that gets _253_, I pay some small attention.

It is, of course, a post on how to have good bicycle/car relations.

I love my hippie city and miss it dearly.

*Mel Gibson Rant Quotes Presented by Kittens. I don't even know how to react to this. Trigger warning: severely abusive misogynistic language.

*Animation showing all the nuclear bombs that have gone off from 1945 to 1998, including test sites and the like. Long, but neat.

*Want respect for bicycles as transport? Use them that way!

*ratatosk talks about a recent court decision saying that the FCC's current indecency policy is unconstitutionally vague. Go censorship fighting!

And that seems to be everything. Now I can go clear the two hundred or so items out of my RSS reader. WOO!

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Also on that list is:

rm, who writes about dancing and fandom and gender and the whole racism-misogony-homophobia-god-society-sucks-thing and doesn't really take shit, and writes just *fantastic* stories about a life that seems very much to be a part of a different world and time sometimes.

kittikattie, who writes about video games and American Girl dolls and ponies and art and the whole society sucks thing and takes even less shit than Rach and has a constantly amusing slice of life journal thing going on with lots of pictures of interesting stuff and is the one who coined the phrase "black day"² which I use sometimes.

And ShadowCaptain would be if he hadn't left elljay for the evil that is Facebook, and Ms_Hecubus like I said, and there are almost certainly other people who have interesting and entertaining journals, in case you need more to read, which I doubt. Dan4th and Heptadecagram, when they post. Others. Whatever, maybe I'll make this into a post of sorts sometime.

2: Black Day: A day in which you put on your gothy best, because sometimes it is nice to be all black-clad and take-no-shit. She always has one on the fourteenth of February, as well as two or three others across the year, mine show up sporadically, but seem to be reoccurring on the fourth of July.

3: In watching Clueless the other day, I remarked that "only to a sixteen year old would "and you're a virgin who can't drive" be seen as such a slur".

1532:
Managed to cull the hats into the things I actually regularly wear. Even though it breaks my heart to do such a thing, since I do love my hats, quite dearly. Also, I really need to start doing the mom thing more often, and wearing a backwards ball cap --I have two perfectly good ones. (Would have three if I hadn't lost my Sweeney Todd one like an idiot)

At any rate, that's one of the two really hard clothing things done. Next up...shoes, and those don't squish *nearly* as well.

1619:
NO I DID NOT GET DISTRACTED BY ALYS PLAYING EVERQUEST WHATEVER MADE YOU THINK THAT HAHA

1651:
So, a little bit of exploration re: that bacardi commercial I posted has led me to discover the fun that is Matt and Kim. I'm still sitting at three songs --the ones they've got official music videos-- but I like what I hear. Getting my hands on their album is a must; I keep putting on Daylight to clean to, and dancing around like an idiot instead. It's *very* fun.

Also, I mean, they strip down. In the middle of Times Square. In winter. For a Music Video.

What can I say, I'm a little bit of a sucker for girls who don't shave their armpits. Unshaven legs I can take or leave, but please leave the hair under the arms, it is totally lovely.

((yes, I am a little bit of a freak sometimes))

1700
Also, it bugs me when people whine about musicians selling out. If Matt and Kim hadn't sold out by having their music in that commercial, they would have one less fan who enjoys their stuff and would be willing to go see them play live, if they came anywhere near Boston. (Though I am looking for excuses to go to New York...)

Plus, selling out = enough money to eat and make more music that you'll enjoy. Or whine about. Whichever.

(I am not actually a music fan, just a person who listens to music sometimes and likes it.)

1701
RIGHT WORKING RIGHT!

1719
Notetoself: Don't read YouTube comments. duh.

1724
I have a lot of zip ties, and am not really sure why this is. Also, I'm rapidly approaching the point where I need an actual tool bag for myself, fucking *glee!* even if I lost my totally awesome knife damnit damnit

1736
Seriously, making a cohesive list of everything left I had to pack was a really quite clever idea. Well done, Miss Kyress¹. NOW DO THE THINGS ON THE LIST!

1738
Notetoself, do a Sorky² vocab sheet sometime. Need to have on it: Pumpkin Time, some names of mine, Milk Crates, ponies and monkeys, other things I say a lot, fwen. Similar to my acronyms cheat sheet.

1755
RIGHT THAT WAS AN INTERESTING YET POINTLESS DIVERSION. Back to the accounts.

1805
I do not know what is up with my left hand these days. It just insists on baubles --doesn't feel right without three rings and some bracelets, or something equally warped. WHY DO YOU SO WANT FRIVOLS, SELF?

1816
Also, judging by dad's tentative plans, I have less than forty-eight hours left in Maryland. BOOYAH!

1817
Things I need to do during the daylight hours tomorrow: Return Larry's sound equipment, go to the post office and send presents to people. NTS: Make sure I have addresses. Also, bank. Also, at some point I need to order my birthday present for myself.

1822
Hmm, wonder if the package center is hiring. It would certainly ensure that I actually get all my mail when it comes, and not, oh, in mid summer for packages sent in march. *rars at Lesley*.

((Those cookies were still delicious though!))

1840
The beginning of "Board of Governors" from Jekyll and Hyde always sounds a bit like the music from The Weakest Link to me. More cracktastic artists than myself (or at least, more familiar with the J&H secondary characters) would be drawing this. "Henry Jekyll, you are....THE WEAKEST LINK. GOODBYE!"

...Hyde would like it to be know that he doesn't approve.

1843:
..........ohmygods, Henry Jekyll/Herbert West. They can try to out 'scientist' each other. It'll be all delightfully sociopathic and WONDERFUL. Both of them are all like "It's for a good cau-AUG MY LIFE IS BEING RUINED SHIT SHIT!"

Yes, I know there's only like one person out there who'll appreciate this, but whatever. THAT'S REASON ENOUGH TO POST IT!

1848:
......does that make Hyde Dan? Because...no. Not at all. I'd say maybe Hyde corresponds to West, but Hyde's a lot less concerned with results. Arg and damnation.

1907
HA! I SAY HA! TAKE THAT SHOES! YOU ARE NO MORE A PROBLEM!!!

((That's how I know I'm a chick. Seriously, I have way too many shoes to ever be a boy.))

1927
It's always nice when this project looks doable, instead of "oh god oh god"

2004
Iiiii don't want to do the rest of this. Like, at all. Someone come pack for me?

2012
Still left to sort through/deal with: Notebooks?, Blank papers, Presents, Writing stuff, Wearable clothes, Laundry, Props box, Electronics, Business Cards, Pocket Stuff, Desk

Still left to pack: Photos, Weaponry, Jewelry stuff, Jewelry, Buttons, Love letters, Food, Top of Dresser, Legos?

ARGSAUCE!

I should just post this, and have more entertaining bits and pieces later or something.

~Sor
MOOP!

Postscript: Found my diary. Yay!

1: This is totally the Katters' fault, as are many of my names (See: "Sor") The first time I ever heard her pronounce "Sorcyress" she was doing so with a k sound for the c, rather than the s sound I'd been using. It's...a thing that I split names down the middle (also her fault) so I chose to shift the name from Sor Cyress (Pronounced Sigh-ress)to Sor Kyress. (Kai-ress).

2: Pretty much the same as reasons stated above.

So, this weekend I went to NEFFA. YAY! I decided to go the entire time without Vera. YA...oh, wait, BOO!

But! Before going, I set up my phone to receive twitter messages, from mom and the people who were gonna be at NEFFA, and more importantly, set it up so I could update my twitter from anywhere I got phone service.

Tweets are in italics, and ( under the cut )

So yes. NEFFA this year felt largely more like a convention than a dance event, but I'm pretty okay with that. I spent several hours doing multiple kinds of dance --I got to do a bit of swing with a really talented lead --he led me through a couple jumps and dips, which was rad.

Volunteering went reasonably well, if dull. Dancing was not enough but quite good what there was. People were utterly amazing --I should really make a point of talking to SpringIsWrath more often, as he is wonderful, plus keeping up with Jesse (known also as Boy-I-Kissed-At-Flurry) and ncarraway.

Soyes! That was my weekend. More posting on more things eventually.

~Sor
MOOP!

POSTSCRIPT: My twitter is here, if you want to actually follow it. Let me know offlist who you are, so I can follow you back!

1: I like boys in skirts, oh yes I do.

2: Tall. Painfully skinny. Long hair. I don't find everyone who fits this trope attractive, and there are certainly other tropes I go for hard (my height, something like twenty or thirty pounds more of curves than I have, dark hair, female -oh yum!) but both my dating track record and my eyecandy track record reeeeally like the gangly ones.

3: Pets, with the capital letter, are different from pets, without. The capital letter denotes ownership of some sort --it's very not my kink, but not to the level where I'd call it an antikink⁴ or anything. I find it a fascinating power dynamic, from both sides.

4: I feel that the most acceptable word for the opposite of a kink is a squick. But the word squick (and its original meaning)...well...squicks me, so I try not to use it. I'm working on finding a better word, expect post on this later.

I'm kinda half-working on a "state of the Sorcy's sexuality" thing, to commemerate the fact that National Coming Out Day was two days ago. Soyeah, for those that don't know, I'm awesomesexual. It's like pansexual without making me think of figures from greek mythology and giggling.

Lessee...today's Saturday, technically. Thursday was the schools first Open-Mic night. I went and read two poems and a short piece --Definitions, Paths (Which I can't find a link to, which means I may not have actually posted it, which is strange.) and an untitled bit of prose that I definently haven't posted.

And, by reading something I had written on a stage, I knocked off another 101 in 1001 goal. Woot! I think this means I have finished six of them. >>

Friday was yesterday. I spent most of yesterday hanging out with Lauren and ocassionally Emily. We're all in Freshman Seminar together, so Friday morning I grabbed food from the cafe and met up with them in the student center where we watched "A Pup Named Scooby Doo". Because we are bad.

After seminar, Lauren and I decided to be gentlemen and walk Emily to her class at Porter. We did so, walked home, decided to go investigate the pie shop I found on my uberwalk, and went wandering.

We visited the pie shop, the creepy underground tunnel, and a supermarket. At the supermarket, we found toffee apples that were a day past their expiriation day or something so they were wicked cheap. So that was my lunch on Friday. *grin*

Back to Porter, and I went to my Movement and Improv class. Which continues to be funish. In other news, I am excellent at Zip Zap Zop solong as I can keep my focus on.

Friday night, the school had an '80's dance. I wore my tails and a borrowed tophat and told people that no one had specified the century. I felt somewhat awkward at first, being all lonely and wallflowerish, but then Katrina and Catie showed up and the three of us began dancing. Which was wicked fun.

I pretty much danced all night with Katrina, Catie, Dominik, and a friend of his called Mando. Afterwards, Dominik and I did the gentleman thing (What can I say, I was dressed for it.) and walked Mando to Havahd Square so she could meet up with her boyfriend. Which was totally fun, and Mando is now my new best friend, which remains the least permanent title in history.

Walked back, chatted some, eventually wandered back up to my room by myself and curled up with Seren. And then, for some reason I'm not sure of, I stayed up until Kat went to bed. Except, I think I fell mostly asleep at one point, and while I would've sworn I sent some sort of message along the lines of "sleep now", I apparently didn't. So, apologies to Kat and Tho for just vanishing. :/

Soyeah. Three AM may be too early for me.

Today: Broke my New Years resolution of getting up before noon every day (which I've been shit at anyways) by waking up around noonish and lying around in bed until one. Which was fun. Then I ate and now I'm slacking around here.

How has YOUR week been?

~Sor
MOOP!

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
MOOP!