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I am writing my words ON A TRAIN!

More specifically, in roomette 1 of the 65 from Boston to BWI. We're past Providence, so the conductor has ceased announcements for the night (I have an alarm set to wake me up about half an hour before my station). There was a potential version of this plan where I did all this with a partner, but I have to say, I'm really enjoying flying solo.

Having my own tiny space to travel in is *exquisite*. I'm not going to be able to afford¹ this every time I travel (especially since I don't think there's a remotely convenient train route from Boston to Dallas) but I really need to keep both train in general and roomette in specific in mind for the future. The privacy while still being in a communal vehicle is really neat! I can just...take my pants off if I want and moon the wilds of Providence (hypothetically, probably).

I spent about the first hour just being really excited and poking around at everything the room had to offer, with lots of photos and a couple videos to go with it. The room is gorgeously well designed, as you'd expect! Things fold or move or slide, and there's storage space hidden unexpectedly --I found a private overhead bin, essentially, and there's plenty of space beneath the seats.

Obviously, I am charmed as absolute fuck by the funny little basin you 're supposed to wash your face in, but I was even moreso impressed by the clever little locking mechanism for the door, and the net designed for the upper bunk to keep you from falling out. Oo! And literally as I was writing this, I discovered the sliding knob to close the vents by the window, so now it's not going to be quite as chill...but it doesn't really matter, because there's a lovely blanket which as an unnamed friend explained "It's property of Amtrak but it's cozy property of Amtrak".

(I have plenty of cozy blankets of my own and am not going to steal this one. Probably.)

It's dark and rainy, so the scenery hasn't really been much, and while I think I'll be able to sleep just fine, I don't yet have any way of proving it. Overall though, I am very charmed and at peace and cozy. I hope you are also finding joy wherever you are tonight!

~Sor
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1: I mean the time, mostly. The train is a _little_ more expensive than a flight to BWI from Logan, and the roomette basically doubled the cost of this leg (I'm not getting one on the way back and _slightly_ regretting it). But even with security lines and all that, flying's about half as long.

And of course the PostScript: "wait, why are you on the train in the first place?!" I am going to Maryland to see the CICADAS, my friends! I recognize the rain will make this slightly difficult, but I refuse to be daunted in my hunting of bugs by being physically miserable. The answer to the question "wait I live in Maryland, can we hang?" is no unless you are my capital-F Family --I hope to do a longer trip sometime in the summer when I can do a proper social, but for this trip, it's Veronica, Grandpa Perks, and BUGS!!!

Every six months or so, I'll attempt once more to do the Big Paper Sorting Project.

Which, as might be guessed from the name, consists of taking all the papers in my room, sorting them out, and recycling as many as I can bear to part with.

All this really means for this journal is that I start posting weird collections of quotes and one liners and the like --words I want to save, on papers I want to recycle.

No, today is not going to be a big post. I just feel like giving you this:

The Rules:

1) Avoid Stupidity

2) No Wigwams

3) Boys are the stupidest thing to fight over. So are girls. Don't do it.

4) You are the most important person in your life
4a) Your happiness is more important to you than anyone else's

6) No dancing until homework is done
6a) If given the opportunity to shag Randall Munroe, TAKE IT!

Yeah, these are the ones that are pretty much set in stone. I do, in the back of my mind, occasionally mutter about breaking rule three, largely as it's been rule three since...ninth grade? Tenth? Maybe even earlier.

Oh, alright, one more glimpse into my strange and twisted mind:

Stuff I learned this year¹

*Grasshoppers² are *delicious*
*It's okay to cook things from scratch (and awesome)
*Work like a real person
*Bullshit is still the primary component of all essays
*Skirts rule!

~Sor
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1: Freshman year of college --Aug2007-May2008
2: Not the bug. The drink.

Annnnd that's officially exhausted. Fuck. Not entirely sure how I'm gonna make it through Rocky tonight. Not entirely positive that I'll be able to manage crepes or gallivanting off to goodvibes tomorrow. ((The latter of which seems to have been declared a lonely sort of one person mission, which is honestly okay. It's one thing to gossip about my shlicking¹ habits on here, it's another to drag people along on equipment runs.))

Of course, at the moment, I'm drained out in such a way that I'm not entirely sure I'm gonna make it through any semblance of the rest of the 62 hours and 27 minutes I have left in this state. ((Technically a little bit longer, but I'm counting until noon on Tuesday, when my final ends.))

Oh gods, I've started counting in hours. That's a billion zillion kinds of wonderful. [/sarcasm, in case that wasn't clear.]

...shit man, I really just want to crawl into a hole with someone I love and be held for a while. I continue to not know exactly what's making me so touch-desperate this week/month, but it's not helping right now.

...I am amused that going back and expanding on the masturbation references cheers me right up. Or distracts me. Or makes me feel like either an idiot or a naughty, *wicked* zoot, and one that clearly deserves a spanking. And then, the oral sex!

Umyeah. Emo post is emo. Sexy post is not actually sexy. Tired Sor is gonna go see if she can go home soon so she can put on a short skirt and fishnets and go make a fool of herself, Rocky style.

~Sor
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1: Female equivalent of fapping. Obligatory "points to the first person to admit to getting the reference" thing.

Ohman, weekend!

Friday, I pretty much just hung out with assorted college kids --Lauren, Emily, Ty (Em's boyfriend), Ria, Maddie, Dominik, and Cecily-- from about noon until three in the morning. It was kinda righteous.

Lauren and I watched Saw II somewhere in the middle of that one. It's pretty good, and ohman am I a wuss. Just kinda in general. Various groupings of people also watched Willard and Thank You For Smoking, but I was phased out on the computer for most of that. (Fucking TV tropes.)

Saturday, I woke up when the amazingly amazing Lezzie-Beth called me and was all "Uhm, lab hours for Play Productions class, kthanksbai?" (in not quite those words) I wound up working in the theatre for the next five hours or so, helping to make a chastity belt. Which was kinda fun, especially the interlude in the middle where me and Lezzie-Beth wound up looking at assorted torture devices, as part of the "hmm, lets google chastity belt for reference!" thing.)

Got food, went upstairs...and shut myself into my room for all hours. I think my goal was to never leave and be real life social ever, mostly because I was...slightly socialed out.

This was actually a good thing, as it culminated in having a much needed gossip session with my fabulously sexy best friend, Veronica (seriously, go look at her new usericon. What the *fuck* Belanie¹, no one has any right to look that amazingly good.) Of course, just as we started to get to the really good bits, my internet connection went all "fuck this shit!" and died on me. So me and V need to finish that gossiping sometime, probably/hopefully over spring break.

Me and The Katters wound up tossing text messages back and fourth for about an hour, while I did some housecleaning, and then I went to sleep. At four in the morning.

Eleven and a half hours later, or so, I woke up again. Man, there is nothing that will totally fuck up your sleep schedule as much as waking up at three thirty in the afternoon. On the plus side, I do feel particularly well rested.

Once awake, I stumbled downstairs, got food, remembered that I had been invited to xalolo's for gaming, went "Shit yes!", put on clothes, and walked to Harvard Square so I could catch a bus to his place.

...and waited. For a really frigging long time. Rarrrrrr.

EVENTUALLY the bus showed up, and I went over, and said hullo to Chris (xalolo) and to Nathan (Lab Rabbit with pretty hair) and to other assorted people, and wound up getting sucked into a game of "Covert Action", which is an pretty good game with a terrible winning mechanism. Like, "Planet Hollywood" terrible, only *worse*.

Played a couple rounds of Sixis, which is currently in beta, and I got to play a bunch of when I went and worked for Chris a couple weekends ago. It's interesting to play it as a team game instead of a two person game. I'd like to try it with three sometime now.

Played a game of "Blue Moon City" which is a suprisingly fun "God, this is the sort of game I hate, isn't it?" game. Part of that may have been that it takes about 20-40 minutes to play. Still though, I may have to accept that strategy/thinking games are not inherently evil.

(Totally unrelated note: WANT ICEHOUSE. WANT PLAY! Who's in Boston and willing to play with me? *whines*)

And then we played a million zillion rounds of RockBand, because it is the greatest video game ever. I no longer suck at the drums part on medium for "Foreplay/Long time".

Annnnnnnnnd I'm out. Class soon. I may wish to eat something. Hmm, maybe I should curl up in a corner and read. I haven't done too much of that lately.

~Sor
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1: From "Girls are not to be trusted" by Derrick Comedy. It's a pretty hilarious sketch, visuals are SFW, audio is decidedly *not*.

Just finished re-reading the archives of Questionable Content. Really no reason for it, besides the fact that it's really good, THE QUAKERS WERE MASTERS OF SEIGE WARFARE! and it's been on my mind.

Of course, me being me, I can't figure out which of the girls I'm most like. Faye's one of the charecters in the world who I aspire to be, besides the issues, and I'm closest to her in looks (I want an Aerodynamically Curvaceous shirt...) but I don't think of myself as quite that violent, and I'm definently more flirtatious. Dora and Raven are both TOO flirtatious for me, although oft is the time I'll feel like Raven, and I tend to think of myself as sortof a 'nice girl' like Dora.

Maybe Hannelore. *wolfgrin* Because associating myself with OCD-type stalkers isn't creepy AT ALL! But I do agree with her whole "sex = mess and ick" thing.

I dunno. Just the random thoughts that have been on my mind lately, when I haven't been busy with school or play.

All of a sudden, I have no life...

~Sor
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Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Stuff:
*It's been a week or something from my last real update. Oops.
*MOOP! is currently in a state of half melted disarray.
*Anyone want to help me capture an evil, EVIL basterd? His name is Malice, and he is going to die. Very very soon.
*It's hell week. Yep.
*Tyler broke herself again.
*I am going to spend as much as this afternoon as possible playing The Sims/Heros of Might and Magic three. (Last day of Winter-een-Mas, doncha know!!)
*I'm supposed to be doing research. Ah well, it's not hard or nuthin.

K_T stuff:
*I haven't written anything in a while
*I've been drawing a lot. Like, real drawings and stuff. They look really really good.

I would also like to point out that gossip is stupid, pointless, annoying and really dumb. As someone who has witnessed first hand what gossip can do, I know how things can snowball.

~Sor

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