eras ending

I find it funny that smiths 2000 class is popping 'round just as it feels like I'm coming to an end of a big honking chapter in my life. Actually, no, it feels more like the end of a first book in a trilogy or something. I dunno, I just rolled out of bed and I'm talking out of my ass. Feh.

I wish I'd just hurry up and bleed already. I'm tired of the homicide (imagined) and the digestive issues (quite real). That and I want to wave a cute little wand and just have everything moved already. The forest of boxes that sprang up in the house is driving me rather bugshit to the point where I've kinda been avoiding going home.

hmm. This wasn't intended to be a complainy post. bah.

Onwards to something positive then. last night I went out to dinner with sundart and sydneycat at Packard's, thus first hand experiencing the weirdness that is a whole bunch of people we know suddenly back for the weekend since immediately I ran into Erika Nagae, who still seems as cool as ever. Packards was tasty, though it landed sunny and I with digestive issues... *sternly addresses tummy* Don't ask for meat if you can't handle it. Jeez. But anyway. Sunny went home, and Syd and I wandered a little bit, running into folks we recognized until it finally got too weird and we ended up ducking into Faces for a bit, where a quick game of dress-up with the hats and sunglasses cheered me up immensely. I find it interesting that all it takes to turn a geeky chick like me into Hunter S Thompson is a pair of huge sunglasses and an insanely patterned boating hat...

we went to morlock's after that, both celebrating that we soon would no longer have to deal with the horrendousness of getting off and on the bus on East Street and then walk into Guam, and then somehow I went to sleep instead of helping with his room like I was supposed to... so weird, I've never had this much of an aversion to packing before but something about this whole process is for some reason causing me to both dig in my heels and also want it to be done yesterday. oh well.

I suppose I should call my phone (which is in sunny's possession right now) and see where everyone is and what's going on.

morlock! I choose you!

gleefully absconded from spacecrime:

Guess the superhero

OK, that's pretty damned cool, and considering how I eschewed superhero cartoon/comics growing up, I thinks it's an interesting statement about how they still manage to be part of the modern mythos. Or I've been hanging around morlock too much in the past year. Those are the only ways I can justify my 19/21 score.

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k, the PMS this time 'round is just weird. 2 days and counting of hating the world and everyone, though today it was more intermittent than constant, and godDamn but my digestion is FUCKED UP. Solid food - any of it - hurts about half an hour later. I think I might stick to water tomorrow. Ick.