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So it helps, I think, that even though New Years is an incredibly important holiday to me, it is also one that is already badly fragmented and does not have any consistent rituals to it. Because The New Years Party had its last year a decade ago, and the time since has been split between the small little shindigs and the almost-good-enough sprawl of Hogmanay.

(that is not to say that Hogmany is not utterly amazing --it is a wonderful event and I genuinely adore it and it's really wonderful and fantastic as its own thing. But my brain is never quite going to forget my childhood enough to let me view any New Years Party as completely independent. Hence: almost-good-enough.)

But yes! For the last decade-ish, I've been bouncing back and forth year-to-year between mom and Hogmanay which means that...there...isn't a set New Years ritual that always happens. There's at least two, and they cross over with each other a little bit (I call the boyfriends who are far away to wish them a kiss) but they're not the same and so...I'm already used to that.

It made this year easier, let me fuckin' tell you.

Because right, I'm in the global bad place that we're all in right now, and obviously if you saw yesterday's trainwreck of a post you know that I specifically am in a not-great place, and then here we come to one of the holidays I really give a shit about and I'm spending it with no one but my roommates who I love but have seen every single day for many hours for basically the last ten months without a break.

But...I...don't have things to miss? Not in the same way as Christmas, where there are rituals to maintain like eating grapefruit and early morning talks with Alys. All the stuff I am missing from being home with mom, well, I'd miss that any year I was at Hogmanay instead. All the stuff I'm missing from my big sprawling dance family, well, I'd miss that any year I was in Texas. All the bellringing that happens for first night, well, I've pretty much resigned myself to being triple booked and never making that happen ever anyways.

So this year I just took all the things I would usually miss and combined them into one pile and yeah, I miss them all, sure. But I spent a lot of time on Discord with the bellringers, and a short time on zoom with the Hogmanay folks (I successfully sang Auld Lang Syne with the crowd and then turned off my camera --a thing I find verboten with zoom because I'm a teacher and I know how badly it sucks to not have cameras on-- in order to sob deeply into my arms for a moment).

And this year I'm not going to fall asleep wrapped in the arms of someone I love¹ but shit, that's happened before and I do have Emily the elephant and Lazarus and Lemonsnout and Fat Steggy and Beatriz and Carey-Ann and CathyDoll and the whole squad of smolfriends (Boris, Cardamom, trans-thulu, Lowell, Nelly) and like...as a grown ass adult, if I want to fall asleep on New Years Eve in a pile of well loved stuffed animals that is 100% my prerogative and it's gonna be awesome yanno?

The dividing line between the years seems so much smaller right now, because like...we have fixed so little of the fundamental problems that made 2020 bad. But the shift always does mean hope, and that's a good thing. Maybe tomorrow I'll think of longer term goals and wishes for the future and a summary of what I'm trying to work on in my life, but right now I'm happy to just go wash the fun makeup off and smile about still being able to see people I love, from tens and thousands of miles apart.

Often on New Years, I give kisses to the people around me --very few on the lips these days² but lots on the cheek. If that's a thing that would feel nice to you, you may assume I've given you one. It's a wish for the future! For a better future than right here.

Do what you can to make the future better, okay? I love you and hope you're well.

~Sor
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1: This statement is a lot more complicated than it sounds right now, unfortunately.

2: I am positive for HSV-1, which is the oral herpes that 60-90% of the adult population of the US tests positive for. I try to be cautious with this.

Happy New Year, I love you all very much.

It can't be the holiday it once was for me, but it is still so important and wonderful and exquisite, and there are so many good people in my life right now. I am glad to ring in the new year singing auld lang syne and waltzing.

I hope you are happy. <3

~Sor
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Happy New Years.

It's seven AM, new year's day. Twelve hours ago, I was at work, closing the shop. An hour later, I was at a party that was...not right, but close enough. There were many people I am fond of, and I spent a New Years playing games, which is a thing that never happened before --usually the number of people I want to spend time with far exceeds the amount of time I have. But with six people around a table, I felt rather that was perfect. And I lost at everything.

(But I was a smart-ass in Innovation, and I lost better than Pi did at the bumper cars game. *My* car had no points AND crashed into the wall. He merely had a score of zero.)

We counted down to midnight, all slammed together into the basement. I kissed many people fewer this year than I usually do, and none on the lips. That was the first thing that felt very strange about this year, and will most likely not be the last.

I had a need to pull away, just after, and I trailed upstairs where I could take photos in the mirror (including one for my mother that I will send her). Then I went outside to get another drink, and the mission was very simple and very clear. I would find a star and wish on it, the first wish of a new year.

Of course I won't tell you what I wished for.

It's not what I wanted to wish for, because that want was(is) frivolous, and this wish was(is) important. But I made my wish, and stood for a moment, and whispered happy new year to the blackness. And then there were tears on my cheeks and I knew, very hard, that I should distract myself before I started sobbing.

So I went back inside, and spent an hour or two talking to interesting people. I left concurrent with one of them, and he invited me back to his place (a few blocks away) for hot chocolate. Being as it's a proven fact you can lure the Sorcyress with hot drinks, I followed him home, and we spent several hours chatting and drinking rather well-made chocolate. I approve.

I biked home just a few minutes ago --downhill most of the way, and the only tricky bit was going through Powderhouse circle. And now I am home, and theoretically I should sleep, but in all honesty...I'm not ready to. I feel really quite awake, be it adrenaline or enthusiasm. Were I a truly organized sort, I'd be finding some high place to watch the sunrise, but let's face it, that's a difficult attempt in this city.

And just now, sitting here, it has occurred to me the solution to my problems. I am hurt that I will not spend the night of New Years sleeping between two people who love me, who I love. Fine. There's an easy way to fix that.

I will not sleep.

The holiday was very different, and there were things unspoken I wish could have found voice. I miss my mother. I miss all I love. I miss you, whoever you are, reading this tonight.

But I am happy, and I think that maybe if 2011 was a wonderful year than 2012 will be as well. And maybe if 2011 was horrible, 2012 will just be better.

Happy New Years, cats and kotchkas. Be well and know I love you.

~Sor Kyress
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(A little more than) Four years ago today, it was 2005, and it was easter. Yay!

Being a non-religious family, Easter has been entirely a holiday for hunting eggs and getting goodies in our easter baskets. Well. This particular year, for whatever reason, the big major non-chocolate goodie was a holyshithuge towel for each of us kids.



Mine was orange.

I've named it (him?) Traw. He is the best towel in the entire world, has visited multiple states (and at least three countries, I do believe) and is more or less the epitome of what Adams was talking about.

So yeah. Yay towel!

~Sor
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Five years ago today.

Five beautiful
melancholic
glorious
insane
stressful
wonderful
painful
ideal
years ago today.

It was 2004.

Two girls, having met on an internet forum, have stepped into a private chatroom to get to know each other just a little better. Obviously, something had been going right on the forum proper, for them to add this level of intimacy to their interactions. Acquaintances were poised to become friends.

Chatting occurred with increasing frequency, neither having something better to do than to spill out their words to someone nearly three thousand miles away. Then, it was January 30th, 2004. The words spilled out, and the similarities mounted.

Until they reached the breaking point. In a moment of silliness, one labelled the other as a clone. As her clone. Within months, it had been determined that they were, in fact, clones of each other, and subsequently grew closer almost than any two humans ought to be.

Three years and three months after that fateful Recognition, for the very first time, they embraced. Just over nine months later, for the first time, they kissed. Add to that a relationship almost at the mark of it's thirteenth month, and you bring us to now. Five years.

artemisfowl2nd has been my clone for more than a quarter of my life. Though we've only spent 51 days in the same place together, not a day goes by where I don't think of her, and not a week passes where we don't talk. I am more open with my darker parts with her than I would ever want to be with anyone else, and feel I know her better than anyone else she confides in.

And although we don't focus so much on the clone thing anymore, I still find so much of my brain unnecessary to explain, so many of her words making just perfect sense. It is the great cruelty of my life that we were dropped on opposite coasts by whichever fate arranged us.

But it is still among life's greatest joys that we still managed to find each other, and Find each other, ~2700 miles and three time zones apart.

I love you, dearest.

~Sorcyress
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Bytheway, happy new years and I am still alive, as are Kat and Swing. The jury is still out on Magus, who may have the plague¹.

Things that have been happening:

Watching some Black Books
Watching the entire internet at the party
Playing Agricola²
Watching the end of season two of Titus
Watching almost all the rest of Middleman⁴
Me working on a general "these were the resolutions of 2008 that I ignored, and here, have some resolutions for 2009 that I will ignore.

Annnnnndyeah. Now it is time for me to go to work. This is incredibly lame, though at least there are lovely people who ought to be around when I get home. Unless they die. Which would really really suck. So, uh, dearhearts, don't die, it will make me a sadKat.

In other news, yay, it's been a year for me and that pretty girl who I snog on occasion. Good for us!

~Sor
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1: No, he does not really have the plague. I tend to be wildly exaggeratey about things like that.

2: Dan4th, Dan4th, Dan4th, if you are reading this, get this game. *Totally* get this game. Get this game, and Magus³ and I will totally come over and play with you. Because ohmgods, it is a strategery game that I actually enjoy.

3: Once he recovers from the plague

4: (Middleman!)

[Poll #1097503]

In other news, I think the Holiday presents I'm going to be giving out this year will mostly be a large bag of stuff that I bought at Joie de Vivre, all wrapped up and unmarked. You could get anything from a devil duck to a pair of wind-up hopping lederhosen! WOO!!

However, this is the season for people to start posting lists of things they want, because if I see a list, and see something I'm good at (mix CD's, earrings made out of interesting and silly things, drawings, etc.) it's very possible that I'll procure it for you.

My list of things I want will be posted later. I need to consolidate it. Although, having a working computer is a pretty damn good Holiday present in itself.

Le gasp! I completely missed the death day of one of The Most Interesting Men in the World!!

I am teh failz.

Take a moment to help me ease my guilt by clicking the linky above and learning about Joshua A Norton --Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico.

He is the frigging MAN! Seriously, I have seen cool, and this is cooler then that.

See you for more Emporer Norton I type lovings next January Eighth! (His official deathday.)

~Sor
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Only anarchists are/Only anarchist are/Only anarchists are pretty...

...*stops bouncing*

Sowwy. That one has just hit the top of the goodmusiclist.

Of course, Nik is being an asshole and talking shit about it. *sticks her tongue out at her brothers back* I can't stick it out at his front, he's too busy playing chibi mmorpgs to turn around.

...*isn't bitter. Much. >.> <.<*

At any rate: DRIVERS ED IS OVER OVER OVER OVER OVER OVER OVER OVER OVER OVER!!!

I am...Happy about this. Does it show?

In other news, Luna liked her exmass presents (I got her a miniuglydoll and a very dashing rubber ducky) and Becky quite liked her present and card. (Tarot deck as present, and one of my exmass designs, which I am ruthlessly reusing for such cool people as Chris (Not MoMo) and Ksatyr and Tho.

Of course, I still need to print everyone elses cards. Sue me, I'm lazy. :p

And presentwrapping, and roomcleaning, and yeah. But DRIVERS ED IS DONE AND I NEVER HAVE TO TAKE IT AGAIN! YES!!!

Also, I drew two excellent pictures for the general public to see (And one for just a couple of you to enjoy) and during break today, me and V and She-of-the-squishy-curves and Kate and Britany drew a gigantic "Chair > Nick" chart today.

A Chair > Nick chart basically being a giant spread out chart that starts with "Chair > Nick" and spreads out with many other things being greater or worse then others. So, an example would be "Drugs < Nick < Chair < Couch < Ottomans < Visigoths < Romans = Greeks < Myths"

Only with things branching off all of those as well. So also, "Couch > Blowup Chairs > Blowup Dolls <<< Blowing Stuff Up."

Ours was huge. It went across three little blackboards in the German Room, and I eventually copied the whole thing into my sketchbook. I shall soon scan it, I suspect.

Lotsa esses.

At any rate, I am BABBLY! Yay! Also, aramintamd wins the favourite person of the day award for Sunday for getting me a TINYJACK! Now I have THREE!!! (Ksatyr was a close second just for general coolness and having a cute accent. *grins*)

I need to costumize him. Tho suggested Batman, but it occured to me that I need to make at least one TinyJack into evil cannible tribe TinyJack. With all the EYES!

(Yes, Sorcy finds eyes a big turn on. Deal. :p)

(...Actually...*thinks about the number of people she has had crushes on who have spectacular eyes, most notably Rohan* ...huh.)

Yeah. I babbled a lot, but I seem to have run out. So I'll see you laters!

~Sor
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So, I am less peeved at Eric. But STILL! Last year, he had his icon ready and warning people starting in MARCH! *growls* This is, after all, one of the best holidays in the entire year.

I will try and get a picture of me in my pantsless state for you heathens. I am wearing boxers! With sharks!! They are quite cute, although they don't fit me quite right since they were intended for boys. Stupid boys.

Life is fair good. I am reading The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, and it's QUITE good. I'm maybe 5/8ths through, and it was all I could do today to not spend every second reading it, and subsequently get it taken away.

My voice has gone quite suddenly scratchy. NOOOO! Evil cold, you were supposed to LEAVE THIS PLACE! Not stick around and get WORSE!!

...Yeah, that's life. Oh! I brushed my hair out all the way today, which was important, since I haven't in entierly too long (I have no interest in my hair...a waste, I know) And so V played with it during fourth! It's currently loose, with a single braid going down the middle. I like it, besides the obvious hatread that comes from wearing my hair down. Even if it's not the parts that get in my face.

Rocky Horror tomorrow! If I remember, I shall snatch the thoughts on RHPS I wrote in my freewrite/letter to Kat and post them here.

ednoria just arrived! Time to go Koob-sit! Later, cat's and kittens!!

~Sor
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