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Stollen for Active_Apathy, because I like books.

The worst reading experience that you have ever had?
Oof. I am so tempted to just agree with her and say the Catcher in the Rye. I absolutely *hated* Catcher, not the least because, when I read, I pick up the writing style in my internal monologue for a bit. That sucked *so bad*.

The worst actual experience...I don't really know. Nowait! Worst reading experience wasn't actually a reading experience, it was a learning experience. I hadn't bothered to start reading The Great Gatsby for my eleventh grade English class yet, and, ohno, pop quiz. I bluffed my way through, including specifically stating that the main character was the narrator, who's name I couldn't remember. I got a nine out of ten.

That was bad teaching. No student is so scatterbrained to forget Nick Carraway's name if they've actually read the book. Especially considering that I seem to remember it just fine now, three years later.

Also a bad experience? The fact that I really really liked the story of Tale of Two Cities (Doubles! True Love! Revolution!) but just couldn't get through the actual book. I feel really quite guilty about that --I am sorry, oh great and wonderful Sydney Carton!1

There are sixteen more questions under here )

~Sor
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1I think I have such a crush on Sydney Carton. I remember writing an essay on how he was the true romantic hero of Tale of Two Cities. He's probably the second most awesome character I read about in tenth grade --Cyrano de Bergerac is, of course, cooler than the offspring of ZombieJesus and Chuck Norris. And that's pretty fucking cool.

2If you have to ask which one, you don't pay enough attention.

3This is intriguing, because trying to read the name on the spine has just shown that I am better at reading things that are upside down than things that are sideways. I am officially fascinated.

4I love The Dresden Files, and find them a lot of fun, but I can't read more than one at a time. They're just so gloriously intense or something like that.

5And there are apparently sequels out! Squee!
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Uhm. Yeah. Happy belated mothers day to [livejournal.com profile] fishgreenlittle, who I haven't been talking to long enough to remember she's a mommy!

Anywho. Senioritis has hit me pretty badly, but most of my classes don't actually have any work to do anyways. We're reading a story in German class that is progressing at about a snails pace --mainly because a lot of the kids in my german class are morons.

I've got a whole bunch of shtuff to do. I'm thinking of starting up with a set of 43 folders, mostly because it's a cool idea. 43 folders is basically a set up for getting stuff done, you get 12 hanging folders (one for each month) and put 31 manilla folders (one for each day) in the first one. Then, as each day goes by, you put the manilla folder into the next months folder. Toss stuff that needs to get done on that day into that days folder, as well as other shtuff --if you have tickets to a play on the 21st, you dump them in that days folder ferinstance.

It's also slightly boggling to realize that my little orange indexcard book, which I love above all others (well, a lot of other notebooks at least) is essentially just an extrememly high class HPDA. I should post piccies.

Uhm. Yeah. If you're Tho, you probably went all bouncy-squee at those last two paragraphs. If you're anyone else, you probably just ignored it. That's about the right thing to do.

Otherstuff...Oh! I gave blood on Saturday, and unlike my last bloodgiving expiriment, where I fainted a lot at the end and took forever to recover, this one went by really fabulously. I pretty much just skipped the entire "gonna be fainting now oh hi floor" part and went straight into "Yay, the world is awesome WHEEE!" part. So that was pretty good.

And of course, I got green tape, because that is the awesomest colour. Yay me!

Mum's back from her cruising around the south pacific. I'm sure better accounts of that will show up in her journal shortly.

Only nine days left in school, and two of them don't even have any class. I'm somewhat psyched about this.

I am decidedly un-psyched about graduation though, mostly because of the stupid ass-requierments they have for walking across the stage as a girl.

I have to wear a skirt.
I can't wear sneakers.
I have to wear white or other light pastel colour.

I
Am
going
To
STAB
Something.

Ew. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. This is especially a problem as I don't own a white skirt or dress (And REALLY don't intend to) and I don't own white shoes, nor do I ESPECIALLY intend not to wear white shoes that aren't sneakers.

(I also apparently have to wear hose, but I dismissed that without even thinking, since I will skip walking the stage entierly before I put on hose. Or shave my legs. If they don't like it, they can suck my big fat nonexistent dick. It costs a WHOLE lot more then a diploma to make me wear pantyhose.)

Soyeah. I'm thinking I'm going to be hitting up the local thrift store a bunch, nevermind that I'm broke out of my mind (I owe mom HOW much?), looking desperately for something I can wear. I may also see if the tears matched with "I'm broke!" works on our sponsers for getting me out of the shoe problem.

(And may I note that my mother does not own any of this shit either, and it's rediculous to try and find something that I'll just hand down to Aly since she's half a foot taller then me.)

Again, I'm pissed. If I didn't care about walking across stage, this wouldn't be a problem. But I really do. So I have to find this white nonsense.

And a very large part of me wants to wear the shitty white, then pull off my robe and roll in the grass the second I'm free. Mmmmm,green. Green is a nice colour.

Yeah, bell's gonna ring soon, so I better go. I'll rant more later.

~Sorcy
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PS: If you desperately want a proper graduation announcement from me, and suspect you are not on my list, drop a comment to that extent.

HI MOM!

Apr. 20th, 2007 12:56 pm
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
So, my most recent post spawned a metaquote from the comments. A good part of the comments of *that* post were discussing the idea of having your mom's on livejournal with you.

Which is one of those threads which make me just lean back smugly in my chair and smirk. Because my mother *is* on livejournal, and has been for longer then I have. But because my mom is so phenomonally cool, I don't really care.

So yeah. I know that we've got the whole familycluster of me and Aly and Mum around here, and I believe that efbq and scooterbird's eldest daughter has an elljay that she never posts in. What other family groups are there around you? Would you use more postfilters if you knew your parents were reading this stuff?

Yeah, I'm in a weird mood. Much too worn out to be trying to be intellectual.

***

Anywho, so today is 420, which is apparently like "National Stoner Day" or something. On the plus side, this means that there haven't been as many kids in school today for some...strange...reason. >> <<

On the minus side, of the four kids who sit closest to me in math, I'd bet that at least three of them were stoned. This means that, A) I had no one sensible to talk to (which is bad) B) I wound up having to listen to their utterly inane conversation, and C) I walked out of that class feeling like I just sucked down a joint myself.

So lunch pretty much started with me grabbing LittleJerry and going "I need intellectual stimulation, damnit! Talk about something smart!!" Which means I got into a nice discussion about intellegent life on other planets and other science stuff I don't remember. It was cool.

***

Kung-Fu wise, this has been the most gruelling week pretty much ever. Sifu hasn't been here (Why are classes harder when the teacher isn't here?) so on Tuesday we spent the entire class doing stancework (Hold your horse stance for two minutes. Lower. LOWER!) and yesterday, we spent the entire class doing assorted types of strengthening. Which yes, included more stancework.

Personally, I'm shocked I can still move. All my muscles hurt. *pouts*

On the plus side...um...It's good for me?

***

Prom is tomorrow. Woo. I have a dress, and fancy shoes, and dinner plans. And a date, of course --the amazing Nathen. So yeah, I'm set.

Annnnnnnd, there's nothing else to say about prom.

***

Drama continues to breed like mold on a slice of old bread. I'm guessing that some of it is just people realizing that we leave school soon, and they have to get all the drama out now.

***

Ultimately, life is good. I need to type up a weekly report for the WombatKing, but besides that, I haven't all that much to do. Which means I can work on cleaning my room and orginizing that giant stack of papers I've got --Aiee!

Talk to you Kats, Kittens, STG's, etc later!

~Sor
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Yeah, I'm busy slacking around in the fifth period midterm. Because you know what I have fifth period? Aiding!!! *laughs evil-like*

Which means I have nothing to do for two hours except play minesweeper and solitaire. And oh look, what does THIS cable do...

>>
<<

HI! I'm babbly, what with the sticking around here for...an hour and fifteen minutes more. Yeeeeeeah.

Life is not that bad right now. I'm going skiing this weekend, which means I won't be online much --I'll miss you!

Got in a nice long chat with Tho yesterday, which was nice since we haven't really gotten a chance to talk in an age. Still waiting for that long chat with OKat. It'll happen.

Started reading Boy Meets Boy to Ksatyr last night. He likes it, as he should, because it's a BRILLIANT![/Yury] book.

...I'm out. I'll prolly pop back in later. I do, after all, have at least one set of interview questions that I should be answering...

~Sor
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Interviews

Mar. 31st, 2006 10:41 pm
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I've been interviewed! By Aren, V, Momo, Fish, and Katters! )

And that is all. Time to go be quite dr0nk some more.

...not that the results are entierly bad. Stil though. NTS: Don't drink anything Kat gives me and won't tell me what it is.
NTS2: Certainly don't drain the thermous if she does.

~Sor
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Random quiz-question-thing...I'm bored, and flirting can only take up so much of my time )

Woo.

My life hasn't been very eventful lately. But hey, tomorrows a half day! And Friday's off, and me and Aly are going to (hopefully) harass Flinx!

I need to clean out my 1KBWC deck...

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

Like all good readers of [livejournal.com profile] ancientsong's journal, I will be celebrating "Everything Will Go Right" day on Friday.

To quote her: )

I encourage everyone to join the happiness. I know I fully intend MY Friday to rule. Hell, I will have to save delicious waffles for that day specifically to help make Everything Go Right.

In other news, I am quite reminded of one of MarkBark's avs: "Stop Bitching, Start a Revolution."

In school, they have decided that, due to some idiots apparently drawing on the walls with ketchup (what are we...five?) the administrators have taken the ketchup away from us.

This has made a lot of people quite unhappy. Me included, as I've only JUST gotten back into the swing of putting ketchup on my fries, since I've forgotten how friggen good it tastes.

So, we silly little easily swayed high schoolers have started a protest. There were at least two petitions going around, and during fifth period, had the idea to start making signs and encourage EVERYONE to bring in as much ketchup as they could for tomorrow, since they said we could bring in our own.

So there will be ketchup. Ohhhhhh yes...

Sociological ramblings about the above )

Thats all for the moment, kiddos. Oh right! I'm giving blood tomorrow (hopefully!!)

And I am not scared of needles. I am perfectly fine with needles. The people jabbing needles into me are perfectly trained and know what they're doing. STOP BEING NERVOUS, SELF, YOU'RE WORRYING ME!!

>.>
<.<

We'll let you know how it worked out.

Ta!
~Sor
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...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
MOOP!

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
MOOP!
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WHITE RABBIT!

Todays been...quite a day. Started meds, was on the really hyper side of normal (actually, probably past a bit) got pissed at Rachel and Emily for not doing what they were supposed to and therefore having me and Tyler have to do it, GOT A COMPLIMENT FROM MR. SISKIND!! (Ok...so it was just that he noticed I was actually paying attention and doing my homework. But thats a lot for me, ok??) Scared the assorted AdComp kids with my mad-attention paying skills, painted, recieved a really shitty report card, went to Subway, did all my physics homework BEFORE the day it was due for the first time ALL YEAR!! (*dances*) took a TON of notes in history and was really on then too, got a compliment from Mrs. McCauley about how well I paid attention in class today what with the note-taking, finished all my German homework for the week, had a lot of sugar thoughout the day, participated in a Meaningful Talk about AIDS and whatnot at the lunchtable (VERY differnet from our usual discussions about web references and sexual innuendos. And freeze-dried babies.) Gave Flip-Matt a copy of H2G2 to read, wrote all those ego-boosts that I was supposed to do...a year ago (except for OKat's. Well, I wrote it, but I think I need to add some stuff, because theres only about eight trillion good things about her.) Started seriously updating 'Kat's little notebook to help her get her shit together' and started my meds.

Either they don't work, or I got high off something this morning and didn't go back.

Huh. Maybe waking up to fantastic 80's pop-rock type music and immediately dancing and whatnot's a good way to do it.

Wowwwwww...look at all the text crammed together...whee!!

Either the meds don't work, or they work too well, and now that they've run their course, I'm making up for lost hyper. 'cept I've been hyper all day. As evidenced by the fact of everything.

But it's just the first day. We'll see.

And for all those going 'Meds? Sor's on med's now?? About time!What for?', I am taking Concerta for my ADHD. But I'm currently on the lowest dosage, so I have no clue if it's really working yet or not. Check back with me in a week!

Timer just rang. Gotta run to tutoring!

~Sor
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Oof.

Took a break from all my lovely physics studying to work on my digital family tree.

Oddly enough, I appear to be done...for now.

Clicky!

It's in my devart account, which I don't aprticularily care for, but what can you do? Ain't it nice?

Notes/FAQ )

I think thats all. Back to Phyzzi!*

~Sor
MOOP!

*Yes I call it Phyzzi. I rename almost all my courses. Math is Maths (proper British way to do it) Physics is Phyzzi, German is Deutsch, English is Englilsh, and Advanced Composition is Ad Comp. Or ocassionally Adie Comp. But thats only when it's being super-cool NaNo characters who can project things into existence and date the wind!

*laughs!*

Jan. 11th, 2006 10:55 am
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I am either a really horrid, or an absolutely hoopy person.

I was walking in the atrium and saw the "You can be the Next Mr. Long Reach" sign with the table for signing up. My first thought? "God, it'd be fun to drag myself up and do that."

...

Wow. Just...wow.

It's a bad sign that I'm tempted to do that, right?

~Sor
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1) To get mum to send Katters her presents.
2) To do better in school (not hard...:p)
3) To figure out how to properly adore Veronica, and do so
3) To look into this idea of jobs and find out if there IS such a job that will let a crazy chica who can't work Friday nights and doesn't yet know how to drive work for them.
4) Speaking of which, learning to drive would be good. A lisence would be...good.
5) To go to LONDON!
6) ...*writes down in her own private file* Sorry. Not for you to know.*
7) To make it to Kung Fu at least once a week. And on more Thursdays.
8) ...Fine. To try and sort my mind out some. Yeah. maybe.

And Goals:
1) To watch the other two episodes of Season One of Black Books. And seasons two and three when they arrive. Oh yes, Tho- I'm afraid I can't be your slavy...Series one is coming out in Region One in...10 days? I think. And mum's ordering the other two from AmazonUK anyways, so it's all good.
2) To actually keep up with this whole idea of an abbriviated friends list. Yepyep!
3) I'd like to try that 1K cranes again.
4) LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And that is all.

~Sor
MOOP!

*Scarily enough, this one is best summed up by a Black Books quote. Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.**
**And thats just to remind me, since I'm far to lazy to actualyl write it down.
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Recap:

Friday: Went alright, and then I got to babystitting. Oh my. Diane pointed out that DC (Dear Childe) was borderline sick, so if he fell asleep earlier or whatnot I shouldn't worry.

He was asleep when we got home. So, we put him to bed and Diane told me that if he woke up screaming or anything, and seemed to need his Mom (as opposed to this crazy pseudo-mom) to just call her since she was right next door. I was perfectly fine just watching him peacefully. Then he woke up. *headdesks*

I did wind up getting Diane, and she determnined that he prolly had a nightmare or somesuch, since he wasn't feeling as hot/feverish as he was when we put him to bed (hardly any temperature by that point) We wound up chatting for a bit, with Koob just snuggled up against Diane and it was rather nice. I like talking to people.

After she left, DC was his usual bundle of energy, I finally put him to bed 9:30ish and sang to him, and finally got online again around 10:15ish. And that was after just leaving him be since he didn't seem to have any interest in GOING TO SLEEP! Yipes!

Saterday: Aly's friend Natalie wound up coming over, which was cool(ish) I let them play the Sims on my computer while I played with Veronica and Nik and Dan. It was pretty fun. Natalie stayed the night, and I just generally hung out.

Sunday: Pretty good. I went to Jimmy-Grey (My youngest cousin on my moms side)'s B-day party, where mostly I hung out with mom and aunt sara, choosing to avoid the hordes of small children being obsessive about video games. Me and Nik then went over to Jernie and Boe's to play Halo and watch the transformers movie...we didn't finish it, which was a shame. Played a lot of Halo though.

I really really really really suck at Halo. Although, I achieved a new personal record: I killed someone all by myself! Twice even! It made me very happy. I also killed Andy since he was being a sweetheart and standing still so I could just shoot him a lot.

Transformers movie was very amusing. Gotta love the crazy things. I love the fact that the chickbot wears lipstick. Because, you know, she needs it.

Monday: Worked on some girl scouts stuff, and then went to the leader meeting. Which was cool, if a little long. I wound up inviting myself/getting invited to a younger girl troop via thursday to help them learn origami for thinking day.

Tuseday: Couldn't make up it's mind about weather it was a good day or a bad day. Felt incredibly fragile for no real reason in gymnastics and was ready to just start crying at the littlest things. Very annoying, especially since I had to forcefully refocus myself several times. I figured out what I was doing wrong via back handsprings though, so that was good. Maybe I'll be doing them by myself before the year is out.

Today: Was rather nice. Did the whole school thing until English, where I did the whole hang out with Becky and work on review thing. She had the complete HGttG with her and I had raptures over it all period. I didn't steal it though, which was good of me.

She said she got it at the mall, for only 16 dollars or somesuch. If I can find a compy for under 20$, I'm quite definently buying it for myself, so I have my own copy to deface highlight all the good quotes in.

It started snowing today about Englishtime. Someone looked out the window and pointed it out and adjuisted the blinds so everyone could see and it was exciting. Everyone was cheering and whatnot (not real loud or anything) and enjoying the fact that we have snow. *looks outside* It's still going right now, I reckon we have two, or maybe even three inches so far.

I like snow.

I walked home in it, which was nice, although a tad on the cold side (must remember to bring gloves tomorrow...) and Jeff offered me a ride, which is different. I declined, partly since I was enjoying the snow, partly because I was pretty close to home at that point anyway, and partly because his car skidded rather nicely as he pulled up to the curb next to me. No interest in getting into a car accident thanks. I've done that (albeit several years ago.)

Jaimee invited me to CoE again, which I hope to go to, although it occers to me that I should prolly hang out here and study and clean my room, and knock off things on my todo and whatnot. Sigh.

All for now.

EDIT: Since then, I've shovled the walk which isn't fun, found out that CoE is practiced, which works with my plans, and chatted with Kat, which is very fun.

~Sorceress

MOOP!

(((COT: My clone and my mum have friended each other. This amuses me greatly, although I'm not entierly positve why.)))
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Oy. It's been a long week.

Saterday was homecoming. Yay. The parade and fair were moderate amounts of fun, the game was nonattended and the dance was not exceptionally fun, therefore I will do something better with my time next year. Like Sluggween.

Homecoming sucked because there were parties happening at both the Sluggyverse and Bernie and Joe's and I couldn't go to either.

The only good thing is that I now have a lovely vase of flowers sitting on my filing cabnaint. Jeremy was being unsufferably well brought up, he brought flowers for anyone who wanted some at the homecoming dance. And he was wearing PURPLE! And he swing danced with me a little! Squee! I love my soulbrother, even if KT hates his guts with a screaming passion that devours all thought.

Yeah. Moral of that paragraph is that swing dancing with her (even though she sucks at it), giving her flowers, and wearing purple are all good ways to make Kat happy with you. Especially the dancing and the flowers bit.

Sunday was Halloween. You know, in case you missed this fact somehow. My Halloween was going fine until my dear sweet friend Veronica, who was going to be the Charolette to my Vendetta (www.makingfiends.com) called me up and said "Kat, I can't be Charolette." Since I can't be Vendetta all by my lonesome, I had to come up with a new costume.

In any other circumstances, this would have been easy and fairly stress free. As it was however, it was 5, we were going out trick or treating at 6, and I had a pumpkin to carve.

Let the panic ensue.

I didn't get to carve my pumpkin, but I DID get to create the most kick-butt costume I've ever had the honor to create myself. I was a tree nymph. And I looked hot. (Not that I don't normally look hot, I just looked EXTRA hot in my costume.)

I will post piccies once I have them. And I will be taking the costume with me to Origins and wearing it there.

Why whats this I hear? "Kat, I thought you weren't sure if you were going to Origins!" Well...I've made my decision. Wyo is a wonderful place, and I love it muchly. HOWEVER. I do not fit in there. I fit in well with all of two people, one is a delightful one, full of wrong stories, and H*R goodness, and the other is a beauteous artist, with chickpea piolets and mangas. I fully intend to stay in touch with them until the end of time. The problem is, I don't fit in that well with the rest of Wyo, and the tree-y goodness cannot compare with the ever pulling lure of 4 days of being among gamers, who I adore. Add in Day Camp (and Leah and Kawa), The Fact That Veronica would KILL me, acess to Kat, etc, etc, etc, and Wyo pales in comparison.

I will miss you muchly though Mell.

I think thats all for now.

Oh yeah! It's....NANOWRIMO TIME!!!!! *dances*

So far I have a whopping 1300~ words. Must get writing!!

~Sorceress

MOOP!

(((Oh yes...More webcomicy goodness has entered my world. I just finished the archives of Waspi Square, I finished reading The Call of Whatever about 5 days before it ended, and I'm currently reading Queen of Wands instead of writing.

*slaps self on wrist.* Bad Kat.)))

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