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"So, wait, are you going to do that every week?"

Yeah, probably. Also, pretend it's Thursday, and not Saturday. If it helps, I *took* this picture on Thursday, sitting in Ezri's living room.

And yes, that's where I actually am in the book just now. Happy Thursday(ish)



This is a picture of me reading The Pirate's Mixed Up Voyage, by Margaret Mahy. It is the single best book in the universe, or at the very least, my favourite. It is also my security blanket.

I own three copies, because of a brilliantly nice anonymous friend who sent me a few extras. I read it approximately once every six months, based on how often I need it. My favourite line is "...for in times of great stress a good book is often all the comfort you can reasonably expect to find", my favourite character is Hermione Hatchett (and I *will* cosplay her someday!!), and my favourite fantasy involves...god, I can't even remember anymore, it's been ages since I actively had a crush on Brace and Bit. Don't you fucking dare judge me. He wears glasses.

Yes, maybe you can borrow a copy, but not until September, because I only have one copy for the summer, and I learned the hard way that me not having access to any copy of this book puts me in such a bad place, you have _no idea_. Also, I need Ria to return the copy she's got borrowed. *narrows eyes* BAD FUTURE ROOMMATE!

Booooook.

~Sor
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ANYWAYS:

Work is a bitch. Yes, we've all gotten that far.

Example: I am working Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday of this weekend. This is a really sucktastic thing, especially as it means I can't help mom with the driving up to Maine that I was going to do.

Point: Harry Potter VII comes out this weekend.
Point: This entry lists a BRILLIANT idea of mine.
Point: I wasn't going to be able to do the above brilliant idea, because I was going to be in Maine.
Point: I won't be in Maine this weekend.

Add all points together, and what does it equal?

So! Assuming that my father would be willing to let all of us crazy people stay up all night in our pyjamas, who would be interested in coming out to The Empty City (AKA my house) with their copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and taking turns reading it aloud until we either finish it or all fall asleep?

[Poll #1023772]

And now, I have to go clean my room. And OHYEAH! Keep in mind that this might be all sorts of canceled if Dad doesn't approve. I will let you know once I've talked to him.

EDIT: Dad has given the go-ahead! We are GO!

~Sor
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P.S: I won't actually have a copy of the book, so SOMEONE has to bring theirs. --mine is coming via Amazon, and probably won't arrive until Saturday morning sometime.

Good ideas shattered! Evil. EVIL I SAY!

Or, in other words, my totally spift-tastic idea of having a big "stay up late and read Harry Potter" party (See previous entry) has been totally smashed up by Bad Timing, namely that I'll be in/going towards Maine the night it comes out.

Damn these camps that make it so I have no siblings all summer! No wait, I take that back. But damn my inability to plan parties for days I'm actually here.

(((Although, this does leave us with the alternitive of postponing it for a few days* (hahahah, like anyone won't have read the book by then) or simply handing the whole party over to someone else (Sir Hectadecagram?) and having them host it. Thoughts?)))

~Sor
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*Double advantage of the postponement theory is that we can start at a rational hour, like six, instead of a "everyone's starting to fall asleep anyways" like one.

Before I forget:
Ericness: Fwen we get seasons two and three of Black Books, do I have to wait for you to show up again before I can watch them? because that's terribly unfair, I'll have you know.

Other stuff:
I've been partying at skiing the last weekend! I'm a bit sore, but satisfied. Before that I was sick a whole bunch which was Not Fun besides watching stuff.

Watching TV is SO not on my list of things. Seven and a half hours...oy. =>.<;=

Jelly beans were a good invention except for the licorice flavoured ones. Clearly I need to get together with Lily sometime soon to feed her them. Excpet I keep eating them anyways, because I'm that sort of person. Soooooooooooo...thank you Eric. And see, I *was* good that time round, I didn't gel your hair.

...sigh.

Bitterwaitress is a very...unique look on it all. I still think I'd prefer it to being a movie-bitch or counter-bitch though. Except, I'd have to carry a spare notebook and scrawl down my story ideas about all the people I serve.

I really should go to the mall with a notebook sometime. Scrawl down what everybody is. "Oh yes, that couple there, they're pretty happy except for the fact that he's really cheating on her, and those two, who aren't quite touching, they wish they were confident enough to hold hands, but someone might see and tell her mother that they're lesbians and that would be the end, and wow! What a cute boy, he totally dresses all punkish at night and goes clubbing"

Yes, I invent lives. Shut up, it's just what I do. It's a large part of what the main body of Elsewhere is.

I should make a new paint-creation. A map of my mind!

Bah. I'm sorry, but I've had enough catching up. I'll do it later. And I know there are less of you since I've decided only to bother with half or so of you, but I'm still faaaaaar behind.

Caught up on the drugswebcomics though! Theres another thing I need to do, a dissertation of all those I read right now. Hmmmmmm...Thats next, methinks. Ta!

~Sor
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Todays been, oddly enough, not high on my list. Just hit that whole melencholy thing again. How frustrating.

Yeah, you know you're in trouble when you start listening to the end of Sweeny Todd (gotta love shuffle) and your brain goes "Wow. How utterly appropriate to my mood."

I want to see Sweeny Todd. I've heard the entire soundtrack, and I know the story, and it's just...awesome.

In other news, this morning sucked since dad woke me up out of a REALLY cool dream. Possibly one of the coolest ones I've ever had. It was really long, but I don't remember much, only that it had to do with me being in a victorian type era and being, if not a vampire hunter, thourgholy against the whole vampire thing.

At the end of the dream, just before I was woken up, the basic storyline was that I was the 16-17 year old daughter in a family of three. I had a younger brother who was about...8ish? maybe younger. And an older "brother" who was about 20 and a vampire. He was going downstairs one night and I saw that he had turned translucent (apparently vampires turn translucent when their indoors and hit by moonlight) and I was trying to remember what you said to vampires in the moonlight to make them dissapear.

I did, but by this point he was out of the moonlight. He was effectivly trapped though since the stairs were completely moonlit and I was just waiting for him to step out of the dark.

It was a really really cool dream. I'm definently thinking about writing this one into a story.

~Sorceress

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I need to make myself a Sir Didymus costume. You know. The most excellently awesome little dog from Labrynth.

I love him so much. He's just cool.

~Sorceress

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Original Tags: movies and tv, qlife, costuming, cloneconvo

I figured out what I want to do with at least two of my nonexistent blank white t-shirts.

Let me start by saying that I really want to take a whole bunch of white t-shirts and draw on them. Thats the type of thing that makes me happy.

With one, I want to write "Got Sluggy?" on the front in black, and on the back, I want to write "I do! www.sluggy.com"

With the second, I simply want to draw the pun demon on the front, and just go lurk in various places. Especially if theres punning going on :)

I can think of more, easily, I just don't feel like it right now.

~Sorceress/Kat

Original Tags: webcomics-sluggy, sluggy.net, ideas, tagged, webcomics, cloneconvo-fin