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Trigger Warning: Self injury

Learned a new thing about myself tonight. It is a thing that is important enough that I need to write it down. Writing things down makes them true. (Or at least, it confirms their truth, if they are a thing that is already true. I do not believe things until they are in text, not really.)

If I reach a point where I am going to start crying, at a place where I do not want to cry, it is more efficient for me to work out squares1 in my head than to dig my nails into my skin. It distracts me more effectively, and takes me more rapidly away from whatever is causing distress than self-injury does. Which is fascinating, since my number one use2 of self-injury has traditionally been "I want to cry but am not in a space where that would be okay".

(I have previously written more about me and self-injury here and here. Pretty much everything there holds true, despite being almost four years old.)

I have used nails to stop myself crying a lot. I have used the press of a thumb in the small of my throat. I have used my teeth sometimes, little nips at my hands and wrists3. All of them work, in their own ways. Which is to say, they keep me from crying. But they don't really take me away from the pain or exhaustion or whatever negative thing is throwing me off at the moment.

Distraction does.

I have tried in the past to distract myself with humour5, but even things that always make me giggle are fleeting distractions when my brain is that kind of crumpled. Computation? Computation requires more active thought out of me. I only have the first 16 perfect squares memorized, I am trying to get to the first 256, and working them all out is a fantastic way to occupy my mind.

I don't think this will stop me from sliding my hands up under my sleeves when I hit the wall, and it definitely won't stop me putting a hand around my neck if I want to still myself, but it will maybe work as a faster second step. And there's a nice usability to it --if I get good at all the squares, I can do cubes, or convert numbers to different bases, or find the prime factorization of the current time. Tiny mathy mind-puzzles to distract me from the distress at hand.

And then, where there's space and a place to write, and no one else around, I can process at my leisure. Is good plan.

~Sor
MOOP!

PostScript: I don't know a trick for cubes or higher powers, but here is a nice trick for finding what n-squared equals, if you know what n-1 squared is:

n2 = (n-1)2 + (n-1) + n

BECAUSE!

Say you have n sets of n items (a total of n squared items). If you add one more set of n, you will have (n+1) sets. If you add one more item to each set (including the new one), that will be a total of (n+1) additional items. You will now have (n+1) sets of (n+1) items each, or (n+1) squared!

EXAMPLE:

I know that 13 squared is 13 sets of 13, or 169. I add one more set of 13, giving me a total of 14 sets of 13. I add 14 more items (one more to each set), giving me 14 sets of 14.

132 = 169
+ 13 = 182
+ 14 = 196
= 142

I like math.

1: Squares as in a number multiplied by itself, not MWSD figures.

2: In fact, my *sole* use of self-injury. I have Alis and I have the weight of years and I have a lot of everything that keeps me from fucking it all up just because no one can see me. I only ever self-injure where people can see me, and I find that fact fucking hilarious. See also (TW: Rape)I have a dark sense of humour.

3: To the point where it is canonical that fictional!Sor4 has a network of tiny scars all over her hands from where she has bit herself and made her hands bleed. They don't come up often, but f!Sor is far less stable than I am, and so they're there.

4: f!Sor is not a character I write about very often anymore, which is a shame. She is from a collaborative storyworld I was part of in college. The group fell apart, but Snowtown lives on.

5: Things that are always hilarious: French ghosts (le boo!), n [animals] in a person suit, and this SMBC comic.

6: 16 and 25 are both perfect squares, which I find awesome, but that's not why I chose those numbers --16 is easy because computers, and 25 is already locked in pretty thoroughly because...powers of five? I don't know why 252 = 625 is quite so ingrained, actually.
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So, if you have a Facebook, and especially if you have friends who are high schoolers or college students on Facebook, you've probably come to realize that some people abuse the status update bar with trite and annoying statuses "raising awareness" in a bullshitty unaccomplished manner.

Well, Rackle posted a particularly cute parody today, that went like this:
Copy and paste this if you know someone or have heard of someone who knows someone. If you don't know anyone, or even if you've heard of someone who doesn't know anyone, then still copy this. It's important to spread the message. Oh and the hearts ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ For crap's sake, don't forget the hearts ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


Rather than just "like" the post and maybe comment with a "lol", the wheels in my head started turning, and I connected this to the neato math trick I learned in Discrete Math yesterday. So I replied with:

Did you know that in any group of n people (where n ≥2), at least two of them will have the same number of acquaintances within the group (not necessarily overlapping acquaintances, but the same number at least.) It's true! I can prove it with _math_.


Rackle promised me a chocolate fish (that she would eat since I was far away) if I did indeed prove it with math, which led to a seven comment explanation (because Facebook is stupid and no longer allows carriage returns, I shit you not, wft.)

Proof under here, for those who are less math-minded. )

Q.E.Fucking.D.

~Sor
MOOP!

F1: "Hey Kat, what's a permutation?" That's a very good question, and if anyone needs seriously to ask it, I will have to write more mathy posts about such things. Vive le teaching!

ETA: Looking at wikipedia, they define this problem in terms of hand-shakes, which is a little more clear, as it's impossible to shake hands with someone without them also shaking back. So, use that if it's easier to visualize.
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Don't have all that much to write about today2. Finished "The Girl who Kicked the Hornet's Nest", meaning I'm officially done the trilogy3. Good books --trying to sift out who has and hasn't read them so I can gossip.

Before I start babbling about the books (and I invite you to add your own thoughts in the comments if you've read them), I do point out that one of the themes of the books is violence against women, especially sexual violence. So, trigger warning for rape, sexual and non-sexual violence, and pedophilia is in effect for this post and comments.

Some things I definitely love about the trilogy are spoilery )

I don't really have any other thoughts at the moment. Good read, all three of them, and now I'll have to find something else to read on the train. Recommended. Sometimes violent, though not super overly graphic, though like I said, lots of trigger-happy material. Your thoughts?

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Roughly, I would like to see more characters who are non-white, non-middle/upper class, non-straight, non-Christian, non-abled, non-monoamorous, non-vanilla, non-standard-body-types, non-cis, and/or non-male. Because that's what many real people are like, and it would be satisfying if there were more representations of us in the media.

(And as always, it's perfectly nice when there are relatable, well-written characters who are any or all of the above. None of these traits are inherently a bad thing. But it's also almost sickeningly common, and that disappoints me.)

2: This is in reference to my 750words account, and turned out to be a bitter lie, as I ended just under a thousand. Also, it's been 61 straight days since I missed. Holycrapwow. At any rate, I have many many things to post to LJ, and am probably going to start with a sundries post in a minute, so I can clear out some of the tabs I've got open.

3: By Steig Larsson: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl who Played with Fire, and The Girl who Kicked the Hornet's Nest.
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I have apparently determined that listening to "Between"1 on endless repeat is fun and a good idea! Doubly frustrating, because I was doing this a couple weeks ago, too --I don't like being in the same gloomspace twice in a month. I thought I had snapped out of this one already.

***

Went into my multivariate calc exam fully expecting to fail. Sat down to maybe scrawl some notes down for a study sheet, and realized that I hadn't actually learned anything all semester. It felt a bit like those stereotypical dreams2 where you didn't know you had a test and so didn't study, except without the waking up part. Quite awful.

Luckily, I was able to pummel my memory into at least writing down something for every part of every problem, and I do think I had some idea of what I was doing on a few of them. I did manage to correctly remember what cross-product multiplication of vectors was, so, yay me I guess.

But yeah. Things I learned this semester: Parameterization. WoooooooooooowhydoIsuckatmath?

***

I am supposed to be packing right now, as today I move the rest of my stuff out and start on my grand gallivanting adventure that I really just *have* to get some e-mails out about. First though, I think I need to find somewhere in Porter Exchange to scavenge breakfast from. So yes, breakfast, then go home and throw everything into boxes, then commit seppuku, then...wait, spellcheck recognizes seppuku? I am astonished, I was just throwing that in to check if anyone was paying attention.

...today is one of those whiny days where I really want attention. I'm going to have to snap my mind out of that before I get annoying, since I'm painfully aware of the fact that me being all *cling, paw, paw, paw* at people is in fact, not charming.

(Today is also one of those whiny days where I somewhat want to hide forever. I'll see how well I can manage that once I've finished packing.)

***

Rackle is really really cool, and said some good words to me last night that I should reread at some point and remember.

***

(Calling Olsen, calling Memphis, I am calling, can you hear this?)

~Sor
MOOP!

1: By Vienna Teng. Good song, great waltz, really honestly kinda depressing as hell when you listen to the lyrics. Multiple depressing ways to look at it, too. It's *brilliant* or something. The fact that it's invaded my world for the moment might be a bad sign, not really sure. I think I prefer to sort out the problems that it expresses rather than collapse under the weight of them. Wooooo, cryptic!

2: I don't remember if I mentioned it when xkcd brought it up, but I don't have stereotypical dreams. I have only rarely dreamt myself naked, and never had my teeth fall out. I've never flown (though I would fall for a while, but not endless falling --just a ten-twenty foot drop half sliding alongside a wall). My dream tropes involve getting uncomfortably groped by people I'm supposed to be platonically fond of. Oh, and food. I have good food dreams unfairly often.
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So, a proper report of the last few weeks!

On the fourteenth, I got my drivers license, because I am rad.

On the fifteenth, I flew Home and went to Arisia )

Nineteenth was Monday of Arisia. While packing, I think to check the internet, find out what time I can move into my dorm. I mean, last year I could doso just post Arisia, it seemed sensible to expect the same out of this year.

...heh.

"Hey mom? It says I can move in at noon. On the twenty-fifth."

Luckily, I had a handy dandy Magus who I could beg into giving me crash space for a week, so I did that.

Twentieth through the twenty fourth, I hung out with Magus, caught almost all the way up on Doctor Who (just need to watch the Christmas Special!), had a grand old time of things, and did a few other things, like harassing j7y more (it is a hobby! Also, we watched Mighty Boosh!!) and babysitting. And maybe I had a teeny tiny breakdown somewhere in the middle of All That, and had to spend a little bit of time righting my brain.

Twenty third was Friday of Vericon )

The twenty-fifth I skipped Vericon completely, moved in eventually, hugged my roommates, and got dragged to a lesbians house to watch a movie called "Wristcutters: A love story". I kinda want to write fanfic about that setting, though I think I'm not emo enough. Good movie though, very light and fun and reasonably fluffy. And romantic, of course.

The twenty sixth was today, and I'll report on all my classes once I've had the other two. Can I just say EEEE, CALCULUS! though?

And now food and dance. Ta!

~Sor
MOOP!


1: Conner? Connor? *shrugs*
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Woo!

Soyeah, it's my first day of classes for the new semester! So far I have taken Italian, which has a very Italian teacher ohmygod (her accent is...not my thing, but still kinda awesome) and eaten lunch. It's been a productive day.

On the plus side of everything, I think I may actually be getting at least one meal into me at least three days a week because there is a lovely hour long break between Italian and Calc (YAY CALC YAY CALC YAY CALC!) which should be spent entirely on the main campus where the food is. So yayfood.

And presumably, I can arrange to grab things to eat the other two days of the week as well. So this is a good arrangement, despite having all my classes on campus this semester rather than at Porter Exchange.

There was something else I wanted to say, but I don't know what. Um. Yaymoney? Oh, cage matches! Right, cage matches. *is notetoself*. Also, thing.

Damnit, I took my focusmeds today! (For the first time in over a month) I should not be this scattered! Ah well. I think it's time for me to go to class now. Ta!

~Sor
MOOP!

(Yes, I know boring entry is boring. You can scroll past it, if you read this first. :D)
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How to continue studying like a Sorcyress. Also, how to test like a Sorcyress.

0430: Realize that the break is done, and you should begin researching something for papery goodness.

0545: Realize that, for all that you've really truly been looking at researchy things, you're not getting anywhere. Decide to sleep, instead, mostly because you're *cold* and beds with boys in them are warm.

0845: Wake up because your alarm is going off. Mentally swear and turn it off somehow.

1000: Wake up because someone else's alarm is going off. Realize that you meant to get up a sleep cycle ago. Swear, get up, and do a minimal amount of studying.

1045: Give up because you're not getting anywhere and do some strange combination of catnapping and daydreaming while leaning on the bed but not actually in the bed because you're totally not sleeping, no really.

1130: Give up the pretense and curl up into bed.

1215: Realize you have an exam, fifteen minutes away, in fourty five minutes. And that you haven't eaten breakfast. Or finished your test notes. Swear, leave.

1230: Get waylaid by the pretty-things-for-sale guy. Find an ankh that, while not perfect, is pretty damn near close enough, also made of wood which is really kind of awesome for the whole nature-worshiping side of you and the fact that you like earth tones. Wince because it's just not perfect enough to buy without knowing the price. Decide it is perfect enough if it costs ten bucks or less. Ask the guy. Hand him the last ten in your wallet and put on your new permanent accessory. Mentally mark off a mission 101 goal.

1235: Get waylaid by four of your friends spontaneously showing up at the same time, all unrelatedly. Don't look at Lezzie-Beth's boobs, no really. Flirt. Hug everyone and go to the finals place.

1240: Write up your page of notes.

1250: Go in. Explain to the professor why the take home question took you four pages to complete. (Answer: Stupidity) Take a copy of the test. Take the test.

1300: Decide that you are far too stupid for this test and you're going to fail the class because you know absolutely nothing whatsoever.

1345: Finish one of the five questions. Realize that you not only finished it, you kicked its butt. Smile smugly at the test. Hear the test tell you that "It is going to kick your butt so hard you turn into a popsicle" Start worrying about your sanity.

1415: Finish two and a half questions or so. Realize you need to pee. Do so. Listen to Id propose calling someone and asking for the answers. Smile in a self-righteous sort of fashion when Superego punts that bitch across the lawn. Talk to yourself in the mirror.

1445: Having finished three questions, return to hating yourself, the world, and everything.

1500: Have the teacher call ten minutes, with one question to go. Bullshit. Flatter. Pretty much admit to the teacher that you've no idea how this one works and that you hope he has a good summer anyways. Draw a dinosaur, and a slice of cake. Write the phrase "And I'm going to go to hell 'cause I ruined an Elmo, making a filk for you" on the side of your paper because it's STUCK IN YOUR HEAD AND WON'T LEAVE goddamnit.

1508: Hand the teacher the test. Realize that you're the last person in the room. Pout. Leave.

1515: Wander around campus absently halfheartedly seeing if friends are anywhere. They're not.

1520: Go back to your room, totally ready to pack.

1521: Turn on computer

1522: The rest, as they say, is history.

~Sor
MOOP!

(Also, anyone who can accurately explain the phrase "Kick your ass so hard you turn into a popsicle" will win a drawing or something because god damnit what on Earth does that even *mean*?!)
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How to study like a Sorcyress:

0200 hours: Do the take-home problem for maths, yay take-home, being really really careful to follow the instructions in the book, essentially just rewriting what the book says and subbing in the appropriate numbers

0315 hours: *finish, plug numbers into calculator to check*

0316 hours: Swear. Swear like Samuel L. Jackson on a motherfucking plane full of motherfucking snakes.

0317 hours: Get distracted by a really big bug. No, I mean this fucker was like two inches long and had too many legs. And it crawled out from under the bed I am leaning on, meaning there might be another one and that other one will attack my back. And it might crawl down my pants. Watch nervously as the first one crawls under my backpack. Move backpack, Watch it crawl under a jacket, which is right next to my shoes.

0318 hours: Return to staring in disbelief at the calculator and the fucking three pages of handwriting that comprise the incredible thoroughness that is this problem

0319 hours: Debate whether or not the undefined extra credit bonus is worth doing the whole fucking problem by hand again, even now knowing which parts you can skip, just to get an answer that lines up with what the calculator says this time around.

0320 hours: Decide to check on the bug, move jacket around. The bug is nowhere to be seen. Try really *really* hard not to think about it being behind you and climbing into your pants.

0321 hours: Start inadvertantly tensing every muscle in your lower back in an effort not to shudder uncontrollably.

0322 hours: Turn on computer, ask clone if you should redo it by hand, write a livejournal entry.

0331 hours: Ignore clone saying "no you shouldn't", finish writing entry and post it, and start over on the problem.

ETA:

0400 hours: Finish the problem for the second time, having learned that the inconsistancy was due to one stupid fuck up in the very first calculation made. Decide to kill something. Realize that A) you're not that violent and B) you don't know where the bug went.

0401 hours: Debate how much work you should put into making a sort of cover page for the -now four pages- of notes for this stupid silly problem. You know, to explain to the teacher why exactly it's four pages and not the one and a half it would've taken if you had done it right the first time, or the 3/4 of a page it would've been if you had just used your damn calculator in the first place.

0404 hours: Try not to feel quite so smug about how awesome you feel that this problem is right right right. Know that if you let yourself feel smug, you will have turned out to do somehow the entirely wrong thing.

0405 hours: Realize you are shaking somewhat. Wonder if that's due to the 16 or so fluid ounces of 'Dew you've downed in the last two hours, the fact that you're really quite freezing, or the fact that it's four in the fucking morning

0406 hours: Decide that it's all three. Also that you need to pee.

0407 hours: Learn just how fucking stiff your legs will get if you sit on a hard floor for two hours without moving much. Be annoyed by this fact.

0410 hours: Run through the mental list of everything else you have to do for this exam. Try really hard to ignore the mental list of everything you have to do for the next three exams. Try really really hard to ignore the mental list of everything you have to do in order to get back to Maryland.

0411 hours: Wonder if you can keep yourself from having to go home to Maryland by not actually packing.

0412 hours: Realize that your mom texted you this morning or last night or something being all "call me". Swear.

0413 hours: Go back to that first mental list, the one you're actually letting yourself think about. Free page of notes, studystudy, take-home problem, analysis of data.

0414 hours: Realize that you've only done one of those and that the test is in less than eight hours. Swear. Or laugh hysterically. The two are minorly interchangable.

0415 hours: Declare yourself officially on break for fifteen minutes, stop screwing around on livejournal and let yourself relax, and eat delicious ritz crackers with cheese.

~Sor
MOOP!
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I need to get over the two biggest hurdles that are keeping me from talking to people when I'm depressed and need to feel better.

1) That they will think I am a waste of time. This is such a bullshit thing to be afraid of, but it's the really really big one, that keeps me from dialing those ten digits or sending that e-mail or ranting on IM or walking the six houses over to their house, and it's SO STUPID of me to be so affected by it, but it damn near cripples my ability to get help effectively.

Seriously. You know the phrase "call me anytime" that people make, and ocassionally even mean? This is what keeps me from doing it. The fear that I'll inturrupt them or be boring or waste their time. I have dialed numbers and hesitated at hitting the talk button, trying to run through all the possible scenerios in my mind. Very nearly every time, I will not actually call anyone, because I don't want to inturrupt them, and because I don't want to bring their mood down --if they are happy, why would they want to waste their time trying to make me less upset?

2) That they will think less of me for admitting weakness and that it is proof that I am not strong enough to function normally.

Really, more the second part of that than the first. Anyone who reads this livejournal knows that I'm not as strong as I pretend to be, but I'm only just starting to realize just how much I HATE depending on other people, for anything. This includes making me feel better about myself --I tend to feel that I should be fully able to make myself get un-fucked-up, regardless of what got me to the fucked up state in the first place.

Although I had an interesting realization a moment ago. If external forces are what got me to be messed up in the first place, then why on earth shouldn't I be able to accept external forces to get me out of being messed up again?

Handy equations:

A positive Sorcy is equal to the task of neutrilizing one badplace.
A positive External Force is greater than a positive Sorcy

-Sorcy = Badplace
-Sorcy (+ Sorcy) = Badplace (+ Sorcy)
Neutral = Neutral
Good situation!

-Sorcy - External Forces = badplace2
-Sorcy - External Forces (+ Sorcy) = badplace2 (+ Sorcy)
-External Forces = badplace
Bad situation
BUT!
-External Forces = badplace
-External Forces (+ External Forces) = badplace (+ External Forces)
Neutral = Better than neutral
Really good situation!



...............

I am the biggest dork I have ever met in my entire life. Except I still haven't solved Liam's problem, so I'm clearly not. Damn my epicfail abilities at geometry.

Uhm. Yeah. I...like algebra?

*flees!*

~Sor
MOOP!

(For those worried about me, the fact that I'm fleeing ought to be hint enough that I'm in a somewhat playful and silly mood. Yep. Much love to you cool people.)
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Stollen for Active_Apathy )

Yay memes. Damnit, now I really really want it to be Christmas. Rar!

***

If you are a maths type person, and you somehow missed it, the unfairly beautiful [livejournal.com profile] heptadecagram posted a geometry problem from hell for us to solve. So far, I know of at least two people who are stuck on it, not counting myself, and one person who may be doing it, in between driving places.

***

I spent about half an hour today with my hair taped to a wall. This was SIGNIFICANTLY AWESOMER then the hour and a fucking HALF I spent in a shuttlebus today, crammed between/on Kate Monster and Dominik.

***

...yeah, that's everything.

~Sor
MOOP!

Yarr!

Dec. 13th, 2007 08:57 am
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Fuck man, I love math. Maths. Whatever. It's just so...perfect! And the numbers line up and do exactly as they're supposed to, and then Bam! Finished math test, without ever having stopped to think.

And I'm *good* at it. I love being good at something that people tend to have trouble with, it's just soothing to know that I'm not a complete waste of Earth. And of all the things in the world to be good at, I love that it's simple sums, just adding and subtracting and multiplying the numbers in my head until they do exactly as I say.

Math is soothing, is what I'm trying to say. I enjoy it. The classes I've had so far this year that I've liked the most have been the ones where I go in and take a maths exam.

In short, eight AM statistics exam, after a night spent up late watching Coupling? Still didn't stand a chance. I kicked that exams ass so hard that it had to go import some cheap, lead painted ass from China, just so I could kick that too.

~Sor
MOOP!
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So, yesterday was the one year anniversary of me having seen V for Vendetta. I celebrated by having a midterm in sociology, not having my computers class, going to play practise, and then watching V for Vendetta with Lauren, Emily, Dominik, Mary (D.'s girlfriend), Katie (sp?) (Mary's best friend), Cecily, Skye (Random half-Brit friend of mine from English class who lives above Cec), and Jess.

It was very very fun. So that was good.

Also, before Jess arrived with the DVD player, we spent much time discussing the family ties, and who exactly is related to who. See, Dominik adopted Emily as his daughter, and me and Lauren wound up as the crazy aunts...so Dominik is my brother in law, and Emily is my niece. And Cecily is my...mother in law, but she's not Dominiks mom, so she must be his stepmom. It's all very confusing.

Today's adventures involved Kat being UBERHYPER. Oh, but first, I went to math class this morning and TOTALLY KICKED THE ASS OF MY QUIZ, OHMAN!

See, I forgot completely we were having a quiz. Ohnoes, and all that. So I hadn't studied, which is bad of me. Luckily for me, I tend to just kick a lot of ass at math in general, so I more or less annihilated most of the quiz. But there was one question worth ten points (out of 100...eek!) that basically just said "find the standard deviation"

Which, of course, I had completely forgotten how to do. I was the second to last person to leave the room, because it took me twenty minutes of playing with numbers and trying different things to remember how to find standev. But I did it! Oh yeah!! *happydances*

Soyeah.

Then English, where I wrote about Snakes on a Plane, then lunch, where I was hyper, then wandering around with Lauren and Emily and Dominik. Our goal was to go and get a book for Emily for one of her classes...we went to this tiny used bookstore just out of Harvard Square proper, that specilized in old textbooks. It was pretty much completely heaven --I have to go back sometime soon as I found a book I put on hold there. It is about pronouns and feminism and gender neutral pronouns, and yeah. Just cool.

Then we continued our wandering, stopped into the tobacco store, which I found out sells straight razors. Arrrg, sixty dollars though! I think I need to start hitting up antique shops and try and find a cheaper (and more period) one.

Went to another bookstore, then sent Dominik off to his class at AIB and came home. Andyeah.

Tonight I am going to go work on the play until about nine, and then me and Lauren and Emily and Dominik are going to make spaghetti for dinner. Nommy!

~Sor
MOOP!
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Well, some of the reasons why I love my roommate, anyways.

1) She does not kill me when my alarm accidentally wakes her up by playing "Hail to the Chief" in funeral march form.

1a) She does not kill me because I have to get up at seven on the days when she doesn't even go to class until one.

2) She reminds me to get my maths homework done, usually by saying something along the lines of "Have you done the worksheet yet?"

3) She turned the heat on sometime between me leaving for classes and me coming back after classes so that when I walked into the room I was bathed in warmth and OHMAN SO NICE NOMNOM!

In other news, the palm of my right hand is way itchy all of a sudden. I've either been masturbating too much, or I have tiny bugs under my skin. There can be no other explanation.

In other other news...yeah. Stuff. Have I mentioned that I found a store that will sell me kinder bueno bars? I bought three and shared them out last night. But I still have a stick left, all wrapped up and waiting for me...heh heh heh.

In other other other news, I have a horribly evil idea for a lifefanfic*. I may not write it though, as it's kinda similar to Greas-sassins part V. Which I haven't written yet.

In other (x4) news, I am thinking about writing a permalink with a brief history of this livejournal. Because I can. If I really get on the ball, I'll make that my 1000th post or something equally spifty.

...Fuck, I write a lot. Ah well.

~Sor
MOOP!

*combination of a lifefic and a fanfic. See...Therapist, by Ky, for an awesome example using Czolgosz (from Assassins) and Erika and The Katters (from the real world).

Maths!

Oct. 4th, 2007 10:42 am
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
Is it a bad thing that the best thing I've done in any class so far is the statistics test I just finished?

Gawds, I love math. And stats is recokulously easy maths, with lots of algebra, (my favourite)

So. Uhm. Yeah. Yay maths?

[/BLATENT NERD!]

~Sor
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sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
Dear world:

I give you Mathamatical Pi!!

It is a flash cartoon of Awesome. I reccommend you all go watch it right now.

~Sor
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sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
...Shit.

Crying sucks. *pouts* I hate this.

And no, I don't need to talk about it. Or rather, I do, and I have. So yes.

~Sor
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And now, right before I turn off comments, and make this post avaliable to teh world, I'm forced to think about myself.
Never a pleasent task that is.
Oddly, I'm not thinking of that which is making me cry right now. I'm thinking of attention whoring, and wanting to be the star. Which really does happen to me a lot.

Take this post for instance. I don't want hugs, or sympathy, or lendings of ears. I'm specifically turning off comments so I don't have to deal with anyone saying anything that would just upset me. So why am I even posting this?

Logically, it's for the attention. Yet that attention which I need, I have been given in the form of conversations with those more intelligent then myself. I don't *want* attention from the rest of you, for one reason or another, mostly because I don't know you well enough, or I don't want you to know me that well.

And for all of those going "Shock and Awe! Kat doesn't trust me!!" don't feel bad. I don't trust a good 96% or so of the people I know. Not with myself, or my thoughts and feelings and emotions. Not with what lies Behind the Walls.

And yes, all of the people who I do tend to let further behind the walls ARE people I know online. This doesn't mean I don't like the rest of you well enough, I do, and I highly enjoy spending time with the most of you. But somehow, having that extra level of removal from the version of my world that exists in this reality, makes it easier for me to let you see me.

Perhaps this is because, even though I intend to meet all three of the people I've been confiding/ranting/bitching to, there is still at least some level of anonymity.

...Holy shit, I just spelled that right on the first try. Wow.

Right, right, back to what I was saying.

I don't know. I just really don't know. I'm a very private person, while I gladly (and ocassionally loudly) share my thoughts and ideas, I keep my feelings and emotions very hidden. I also tend to keep issues I'm having to myself, only asking for advice when I come to a total loss.

Could this be pride? It may be --it fit's the descriptions. I could very well be too prideful to ask for help, and that, paired with my own cynicsism could be a large part of why I tend not to trust people.

But what were we talking about at the start? Attention-whoring? Somewhere in my personal writings, there exists a sequence of words that, I believe reads, "I am an attention whore with stage fright." It is always a frustrating thing when I look back on myself and find that I'm being incredibly fucking RIGHT, and fitting whatever situation perfectly. I am, in fact an attention whore, I have known this for some time, and I try to realize when I'm being stupid for attention, which is never a good thing. And, although I don't believe stage fright is quite the right word at all, I DO avoid the spotlight. I hate being fawned over, which makes crying an absolute nightmare. Because people are good, and nice, and friendly, and because I have been good and nice and friendly to them, they feel obligated to come over and crowd around me and ask if I want to talk (which I generally don't) and if I'm alright (Which I'm sure as hell not, but I'm not going to tell you that). And really, when I get to the point where I'm crying, I reeeeeeeeeally don't want you to pay any attention whatsoever to me. I want you to ignore me, and do what you're doing, and let me find my happy spot and just melt back into the real world at my own sweet pace.

Did I ever tell you folk about the breakdown I had back in...October? It's what sparked a lot of things, including my getting therepy, and sequentially, my getting ADD testing and diagnosed with ADHD. It was...not a good thing. I was re-reading things I wrote while I was having it, and it is...scary. It's scary to remember the fact that, I really was caught in a thought-stream, and had NO FUCKING WAY OUT. The thoughts really were just too fast and too intense, and there was nothing I could cling to to pull myself out.

My saving grace with that one was that it was during a test. Yes, this did meant that I really only finished half of the timed essay, and had to make up the rest later, but it meant I *couldn't* have people fawning over me crazily. And I think that if I *had* had that, I would have snapped, and gone into full bitch mode, and possibly said some things that I would very much regret.

That might be part of the problem with my life. I get mad about as easily as anyone else, I figure, but unlike a lot of people, I really don't have any rational way to release my anger. Yes, I can try and play DDR if I'm at home (although Nik tends to invade) and I can always write and write and write, but in all truth, I don't think the latter really helps very much. It does less to clear the anger, and more to link it to everything else, like my mind links everything, and shut the anger away until the next time I need it. But I don't punch things, I don't scream, Alis won't let me bite my tongue or dig my nails into my palms or scratch up my arms (which were all things I used to do on a fairly regular basis until she came along...and theres a whole stream by itself) so I can't get rid of it through self-inflicted pain, and I always wind up feeling far too guilty to take it out on other people. So generally, when the emotions get to be too much, I wind up crying, writing in a notebook, or both.

And neither activity really condones having a lot of people standing around staring at me with worried looks on their faces and asking if I'm alright.

Also, I noted the other day that when I'm in an especially people-hating sour mood, I go very quiet. This is primarily to keep myself from yelling at people, and I figured it out by watching a friend, who was bitchy and WAS yelling at people. So really, if I go quiet on you and detach myself from the group, I probably really would prefer to be left alone.

*laughs bitterly* My own silly memories. Like bowling. To date, Eric is STILL the only person who has ever managed to figure out the above without my telling them. He's a good lad.

*thinks*

This turned out rather further then I suspected. I meant to discuss attention-whorism, and figure out what I could possibly gain by posting my above post. I still don't know, other then the fact that I HAVE gained a lovely bit of SoC (Stream of Conciousness)

It's odd, thinking about it. When it comes to writing, I think of myself as a fairly good fiction/fantasy writer. But when I write SoC, I find myself IMMENSELY more eloquent. I prefer the subject matter, perhaps? Or maybe I just write best when I really am in such a quiet mood. If life tells me right, I do recieve more, or better compliments on my SoC peices then my stories.

Somehow, that depresses me a little. Perhaps because this is never how I've seen myself when I've said I wanted to be a writer?

Another thing I've figured out, which I don't remember if I ever posted here, is a bit of mathmatical ratio type stuff. I figure that about 80 or so percent of my time, I am happy, or at the very least, indifferent on the positive side of the mood spectrum. I also figure that, out of all my emotional intensity, about 75 percent or so of it comes from or out of that 20 percent of the time where I'm *not* happy. Do negitive emotions just mean more, or do they just stick better? And I know I can get happiness highs, I've done it before, but it's much harder to remember them, and how they feel when I'm feeling negitive then it is to remember the low's I've hit when I'm feeling positive. Do I really just hate myself?

I feel so disjointed. No doubt that if I went back and actually read this peice, I would agree with the fact that I *am* being disjointed, and that I'm very much letting myself swirl about the thought-stream. Controlled though. I try to avoid letting myself be in it uncontrolled, the results are rarely pretty.

*sigh* I have to go babysit. In all truth, I only may or may not actually be around on AIM, and if I am,I only may or may not want to talk. So ta.

...And I turned comments back on. The first few lines though, the first post...that is not to be commented on. Alright?

~Sorcyress
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