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Things that make my life suck less:

*Having people who I know that I am never going to have anything other than a platonic relationship with, so I can flirt with impunity without having to worry about giving off the wrong signals. On a similar note, knowing where I stand with people.
*Seeing the Sweeney Todd movie, and having people to discuss it with.
*Hiveminder --it's productivity pr0n! Basically, it's a cool looking todo list, that I like imputting tasks to. We'll see if I like actually doing tasks, and use it, and everything. Currently, it's well designed, and I like especially that it has a way to IM tasks to your list. This makes "Oh yeah, I need to do this, I hope I remember" really easy.

Holy crap, it's a digital version of "Sorcy's little spotted book to help her get her shit together". Groovy!
*The fact that MacandTuna is awesome, and drove me to the movie theatre
*Getting to see Josh and Eric in the same day, AND getting to talk to Chris
*Trying all the different pie samples at Heavenly Ham
*Being told I am good at childcare by a random person in line while I was babysitting a friends daughter.
*Chick-fil-a!


Things that make my life suck more:

*dramadramadrama
*The fact that I somehow scratched up my hand when I wasn't paying attention, and it actually kinda hurts.
*Awkwardness
*Spoilerish things
*Siblings arguing
*My hands hurting after less then a dozen songs on Geetar Hero
*PMSing
*Still feeling empty. Still not having anything that I feel that I'm living for
*Being a shit as all hell writer, and not knowing the right things to say to people.
*Not being able to play Garden Gnome Carnage on Vera. Okay, I'm stretching.

...things that I only just realized are awesome:

I can be playing The Sims on Dmitri while I'm screwing around on Vera. SCORE!

That's all for now.

~Sor
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Whoof.

Had a Thanksgiving. Lost at Monopoly. Played with Cousins. Watched too much Americas Next Top Model. Teased my siblings. Snuggled with mom. Missed Katie-cuz. Missed everyone else in the known universe. Enjoyed Enchanted. Came to Belmland. Played RockBand. Watched some South Park. Slept. Read friends list.

Need:
*A copy of todays NYTimes --apparently big awesome Sweeney Todd spread. *drools* I will have to grab a couple dollars and go on a wander today.
*To post reviews of Fight Club (book), Haunted, Enchanted, America's Next Top Model, RockBand, and Another Day, Another Dungeon (once I finish it)
*To play more RockBand, because it is righteous and epic and \m/etal and DRUMS! and ohgods, I am a drum-whore. Like woah.
*To regain that transcendence I found on Wednesday, because god DAMN, that was beautiful. Hum. More sleep-dep? More reading? More staying up too late talking, also tea? Dunno yet. Stupid unrepeatable circumstances.
*Dresden Dolls. See above notes about being a drum whore and apply that to Brian because he is SO PRETTY and DRUMS! (Amanda I can take or leave, which I realize totally destroys every claim I've ever had to homosexuality, but that's okay. She sure sings good though.)
*To begin making some random Christmas list. Rather, to take christmas lists that I've been posting in private entries and make them public and consolidated and stuff.
*To post some sort of "this year I'm thankful for" list.
*Secret plots! (Some good, some bad)
*To ruthlessly copy Har
*Did I say sanity? Definently need some sanity.
*To talk more. *sighs*
*Write rant/thoughtstream re: current bestselling author status see also: Rethy-Mal.

Okay 'sall for now. Off to tune up the Serenity. Also, Dresden Dolls, alsoalso, Geetar Hero musics. No bad here, nope. Finally going to get "I wanna be Sedated", I expect. *loves the Geetar Hero*

*hugs and whatnot*
~Sor
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Wanna know something awesome about Boston?

Apparently, no one actually cares about Boston actors, so after preformances, they scurry out the stage door all lonely like, and don't sign autographs.

First off, this is stupid. Actors deserve love, because they do a good job and shit like that. I dunno, I'm a techie, this actor praising is new to me.

But second off, this means that, if for some strange reason people are actually AT the stage door, the actors will boggle and be TOTALLY nice and thrilled and all "recognition! Eeee!!"

So I am awesome. Yes, this follows. I got autographs of eight of the ten Sweeney Todd cast members (I missed Anthony completely, and the Judge was talking to other people and left when I was distracted by the Beadle who I am in LOVE WITH BECAUSE HE WAS SO NICE TO ME, OHMAN!)

And by drawings, I mean pictures. I am holding in my lap right now a book with a whole bunch of silly quick pictures that the cast of Sweeney Todd drew for me. Except for Fogg, because he was a diva, and would only give me an autograph.

Soyeah. ( Awesomeness, in order of getting them: )

So in other words, my life is *awesome*. Although, as soon as I get home next, I need to dig out my little green LondonNotebook and find out if Fogg gave me a picture then.

Later will occur the actual review of the play, sorta half written from a student standpoint so I can turn it in to my Movement and Improv teacher. Butnotes: Tobi wears not black or white because this is his crazy raving story, and all the rest come out of his head, Todd did an actual proper honest to god overdone "...but always arrives overdone" which NO ONE does, because apparently actors don't make enough fun of themselves, I had to stifle a laugh when Anthony said he trusts Todd like he trusts his right arm, The Gun Song got stuck in my head when Sweeney began stalking around with the gun to hand to Anthony, and Lovett was honest to god BOUNCING when she was doing the "tailor-tinker-potter-butler-locksmith" bit. Which was REALLY cute.

~Sor
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IN unrelated news: I wish I was your problem set, because then I'd be really hard and you'd be doing me on the desk.

I went on a Most Excellent Adventure/Trip with mum and Josh and Eric and ocassionally Shan. So I'm in a realitivly good mood.

Trip Report:

"How do you get an evil giraffe? 'I will eat all the leaves off this tree. I will get up early to eat all the leaves from this tree. Then there will be no leaves on this tree, and the other giraffes...will die.'"¹

Friday:

Woke up hells early (5:30 AM...there is such a time?), picked up Josh and Eric, and drove to MA, with hardly any traffic at all, and a rainstorm that started moments after we hadn't gotten us and all our stuff into Dave and Diane (Boston version)'s house. Yes, we are Just That Cool.

Much hanging out and coolness occured. Dave introduced us to the brilliance that was Guitar Hero, which was good fun. I highly support silly games like that, especially if you get to rock out. And I was very good at the easy setting, but basically fell apart when it came to medium.

Awesomer then silly games though, Micro, who is my agent, and whom I haven't seen since the Oscars LARP in...ninty six? or so came over, as did [Redacted] who is a completely fabulous woman, moreso because she understands the idea that you don't have to wear skirts and make-up to be a girl, even if the idea of not doing so *does* horrify the rest of the mtf community.² Plus, [Redacted] draws comics, which is terribly awesome, and I have to e-mail her so that I can insure that I get the copy of her next one.

Also, quote: Mom: "Well see, I can't *really* date Josh because I know his parents real well"
[Redacted]: "Ah, but *I* don't know his parents."

Alsoalso, I am completly awesomely irrisistable to everyone, because I am Just That Awesome. Good flirts make me happy.

I think that was about all of Friday. Oh, except I just lost The Game. Which, I taught the rest of them, and we have been playing the whole weekend. MUAHAHAA! Additionally, we have restarted mom's pointing game that she used to play in college, where the basic goal was to point at people before they pointed at you, every day.³ (Day's resetting at 12:01)

Saturday:

Saturday, we left MA and drove to Maine! Where we went to Crossroads Games and Books, which is this great little game shop we found up there, and lusted after everything⁴ (or I did at least). Better yet, Chris, the highly cool gal who we met the first time around, remembered us. Yay!

Got to Wyo, kidnapped Aly, and...well...listened to her talk. I love her dearly, but she did not stop speaking for a good half hour. Much teasing occured, especially since she kept using both "like" and "Ohmygod". Granted, I use both of those fairly often as well, but still. ILMS.

Aly is doing very well, for anyone who knows her. Which is nice to know, as she *is* my sister. And I was nice, and didn't eat her hair the whole time. I should write her a letter.

More importantly, I should write *Mell* a letter. Because Mell is amoung the coolest people I have ever met in my life, and one of the few reasons I miss going to Wyo. And I got to see her again!!! *parti-dances* This is an excellent, excellent thing. Also, I should totally go visit her. Which is why I may wind up making a college visit to Wheaton, regardless of any interest I have in going there. *grins*

Lessee...returned the kids, left the camp, got to the turnpike. Went north, without thinking about it. For the geographically challenged, Maine is north of Connecticut, which is where we were aiming. Yeahhhh...it took us a couple minutes, and then we had a group "Shit!" moment. Whoops. So, we got to see more of Maine then we previously expected. *grins*

Eventually we made it home to St. G'ma and Grandpa Gus's place, where we...pretty much immediately fell asleep. I think that was the first night in about three weeks that I fell asleep before midnight. And that was Saturday.

Sunday we woke up, ate a delicious breakfast, and went for a lovely walk around the lakething. Really, I'm going to have to write about the farm sometime, that place is...well, the least fannish place that feels like home. Also, I've now taken both Josh and Eric down to the Kids Club⁵, which is always fun. I love that place.

Then, we went to NYC. First off, I love cities, especially New York. ESPECIALLY New York. London was lovely, DC and Baltimore are close, but NYC is...well, New York. Can't explain it.
You either get it or you don't.

Our ultimate goal in New York was to see Sweeny Todd (OhmyfuckinggodlustwantneedholyHELLgood.), and *possibly* another show as well. Hoorah for TKTS -we saw ST from remarkably good seats and had a lovely time, ambled over to TKTS, and wound up with tickets to see Avenue Q from pretty damn good seats. Broadway for the WINS!

And those both deserve seperate squeels, plus I'm getting bored of typing. So, I'm thinking that, since that was really the end of the trip (left NYC, went home) I'm done. Ta kids!

~Sor
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1: Copyright Eddie Izzard, at some point or another. Important because we quoted this one roughly eight thousand times, in different forms. ("I will eat all the french fries...and the rest of you...will die!)
2: mtf: male to female transsexual. Way back when, [Redacted] used to be known as [Deadname], and apparently used to warp my tiny infentile mind with such facts as 'Two plus two equals seven'. I like her immensly, partly because she's fabulously cool, and partly because she interests me.
3: *points at everyone who reads this. And everyone who doesn't, for that matter.*
4: They had all the Sandman comics. Mum says she will get them for us, but still! Also, they had dice, which is slightly less desperate since we've *finally* got a local game store. But still! Dicelust.
5: Hard to explain. It's...um...a big pile of rocks on my grandparents land. Yeah. Basically me and all my cousins have spent a collective arseload of time there playing games and pretend. I lurves it.

Editor's note, 2022: Let's not out people without their express permission, okay? I have other comments to make to my past self, but I am trying to leave this journal mostly intact as a historical document, even when it is cringe as hell.

thestoryiswrong:
Mell is one of the few human reasons why I want to go back to Wyo. She. Is. COOL!!

To start, the first time I ever REALLY talked to her, (During the Jinty play) we wound up having a long conversation on...Homestar Runner! Cool. Stuff!! She loves Homestar Runner, and even drew a LOVERLY picture of him and PomPom in my sketchbook for me. Yay!!

Secondly, her LJ name. TheStoryIsWrong. It's the true story of her life, so the title just makes me giggle.

Thirdly, she's actually cool, unlike the hordes of "boys,make-up,Winona" girls that you find in the older girl parts of Wyo. She's hyper and fun and cool and that is all excellent stuff.

Fourthly: Just the one memory of running into her in the Cobb (dining hall for all you non-Wyoers) and drolling over her "Got Root" hoodie. This is where it gets really cool: It wasn't hers. Her boyfriend let her "Steal" a Got Root shirt. Having an uber-nerd boy/girl friend is the BEST THING EVER! Or amoung them anyways.

And of course, theres the fact that she has a twin sister I don't think I've ever met.

And, well...yes! Mell is Highly Cool Stuff. And I really must get back up to Sunny New England to hang with her again, because I haven't seen her in FAR too long.

And she's one of the few people my age(ish) who can match me in Broadway Plays (*shakes fist*) I think she has relitives in the city or something, because we get to chat about all manner of fun musicals.

And Plus, I think she's going to get to see Sweeny Todd on broadway before me. CURSE YOU!

In the best way possible of course. :D

Kiyi Mell!

~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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