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The Beast is clawing away at me, just under the skin.  And this restlessness is so much harder to ignore.  Screaming, snarling, roaring at me.  The urge to get out, flee, run, hide, run, run, don't look back, get away, push people away, runrunrunrunrun.  And where the need to move, fight, MOVE is hard to ignore, this is 10, 20 times worse.  The ( Read more... )

I've been sick all week, and this week is homecoming week.  Which means, the marching band has been working really hard at practices, but because I basically can't breathe, I couldn't play or march.  Fuck.  So we had a performance tonight.  Kinda informal, no uniforms or anything, but a performance.  I couldn't play.  Because I currently can't ( Read more... )

So, I wanted to join the Marching Band service fraternity,  Kappa Kappa Psi(pronounced sigh).  Went to rush events, hung out with the KKPsi people, talked, laughed, generally had a lot of fun with them.  So Wednesday, I had to turn in my letter of intent, saying that yes, I wanted to pledge.  A few hours ago, a couple of people from KKPsi came by ( Read more... )

Every so often, I get this restless feeling.  It's like an itch, deep under my skin, down in my bones.  And I can stave it off, at least for a little while, and when it gets too bad I can usually work it out by doing some exploring, but that's not what the itch is about.  There's only a handful of times that I actually managed to satisfy the itch, ( Read more... )

But first, a bit of freaking out.  Because tomorrow is the first football game, and because I'm in the marching band, I have to be up at the stadium at 9 for run-through, and I won't be done until after 7.  And I do not feel ready at all, partly because it is 9/11, and partly because I've been sick basically all week, and it doesn't seem to be ( Read more... )

Spent several hours up on King St, which is full of little boutique stores, small chains, and a couple antique shops.  Quite a bit of that time was in one of the antique shops, where I saw a WWI era gurney.  O.O  Took pictures.  :D  Took pictures of a lot of other interesting stuff.  Shall try to post some of the pictures later.  Also, saw mugs ( Read more... )

I want to hear John Barrowman singing "Puttin' On The Ritz" so bad.  I'm not even entirely sure why, just that I do, because it would be awesome.

Also, I should resist the urge to explore new fandoms.  The ones I have are plenty, despite the exceptionally strong urge to watch White Collar now.  Someone please tell me I should not do this.

Also, Cat! ( Read more... )

Ok.  I am officially pissed.  I swear, there are some people who can make me go from relaxed and unworried to mad as a disturbed wasps' nest so fast.

**deep breath**

So, one thing I've gotten used to over the years is the usual fuss and furor over school reassignments each spring/summer for the local school district.  Parents squabble and complain ( Read more... )

I'm smitten.  Terribly, horribly, irrevocably smitten.  I did some volunteer work today at the county Animal Shelter, so I basically spent a couple hours petting some dogs and cuddling with a couple kittens.  And I completely fell for one of the kittens.  His name is Jax, and he's this adorable bundle of black fuzz.  He liked climbing all over me ( ( Read more... )