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Rawr. Packing up to leave... later today. Yes, I can only ever pack at the last minute. It's a bad habit of mine, but the bright side is that I kick ass at packing. As Rizzy and I were saying later, being a military brat, there are skills you pick up alongside all the dysfunction!

I just ran across my box of RENT playbills. I don't know why I still have them, except that I keep having a spaz at the thought of throwing them out. It seems wrong somehow. Of course, lugging a boxful of playbills across the country (several times now, often when we had VERY LIMITED PACKING SPACE) isn't the sanest of things, but... eh, I never claimed to be all that sane. It's too bad there's no one I know who would want a random RENT playbill. Seriously, I have about fifty of them. *Rolls eyes*

I'm not sure when I acquired this many clothes. The number of books I'm not surprised at, I'm just annoyed at finding places to put them. And my back hurts a lot, but that was to be expected.

I am very excited for the roadtrip, though. I GET TO LEAVE FLORIDA. AND NEVER COME BACK IF I CAN HELP IT. AND I GET TO SEE PEOPLE ON THE WAY! MANY PEOPLE! I cannot wait.

And I may or may not have packed a full backpack of nothing but blank notebooks. You know. Just in case. ...Don't judge me.

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: All the Strange, Strange Creatures - Murray Gold

My roommates and I have apparently forsaken normal sleeping schedules. I am all for this, as normal sleeping schedules cause problems for me anyway.

Also, Evie is using compliments like weapons. It's adorable.

Evie: You're just so cute!
Val: ... *Plaintive* Take that back.

...Right, I'm gonna go back to writing, as I am determined to finish this chapter tonight. This morning. Today. Whatever the hell it is now.

It's actually going well, once I got over the "looking at the notebook and getting discouraged" phase! This is a little disturbing, considering my viewpoint character is Rose and I don't write her easily. What the hell, self? Nooot that I'm complaining.

I'm so giddy about the end of this fic being in sight. (Also, apparently plotting things clearly ahead of time means I'll actually finish them sooner or later. Who knew? "The Stories We Say" was obviously the exception on that front, but that was a special, special story.) I'm currently eying my friends list speculatively, trying to decide ~~who I'm forcing to~~ who gets to read this chapter before I actually post it.

Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: We Are - Ana

I'm thinking about cutting my hair again, because... even though it's getting to where I can pull it back now, it's touching the back of my neck even when I do, and it's both bothering me and freaking me out. I don't know why, because it never used to bother me, but... eh. For whatever reason, now it is.

Earlier today a song came on my iTunes that... I guess I haven't listened to since I left the city. I don't even remember now which song it was or anything, but it came on, and about halfway through it made something click in my brain and for a second I was walking down the stairs to the subway at Christopher Street, and it hurt. The city's the first place I've really felt like I belonged for... years now. Feeling at home... that's a big deal for a military brat who's been moving around the country half her life. And I miss it.

And looking back, it was probably just as much or more that I had a good support system there and a group of friends I could trust with absolutely anything than the city itself, but I had to leave all of it really abruptly, and it's all one thing in my head. The city and the people and knowing what I was doing with my life and... everything.

We're moving to Arizona soon. In a few months. There is at least one good friend out there, and could possibly be more in the future, so that will help. (It will also help that it is not Florida, a place I have hated since the first time I moved here in my sophomore year.) I just want to be home again, instead of just someplace I'm staying. The nice thing about being a military brat is that it tends not to matter where, geographically, home is. The trouble is finding it.

And... I don't know... have a meme! (Kittens.)

Look at your LJ userpics list. If you have fewer than twenty icons, post them all. If you have between twenty and fifty icons, pick every fifth one. If you have between fifty and seventy-five icons, pick every seventh one. If you have over seventy-five icons, pick every tenth one. List them on your LJ, and tell everyone exactly why you have it, why it's interesting to you, and what significance it has.

( In which I ramble... often about more than just the icon... )

Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: Once Upon A Time There Was An Ocean - Paul Simon

So. I just woke up an hour ago. Which, on the one hand, is nice and probably necessary, and might help me get over this whatever the hell I've come down with in the past few days. On the other hand, I always get annoyed when I sleep too much, because there's that much less time I could have spent doing something. It's just because I'm a nut and would like to not sleep at all so that I can have more time to write and so on. Don't mind it.

I did finish another chapter of the Jack and Rose fic with the fucked up timelines. Not gonna post it until Evie gets home, so she can read it (I don't have a Rose headvoice, she does, so it's kind of necessary), but if anyone else wants to read it before then (and give me feedback), let me know and you can has.

Tomorrow Evie and I are going to Beth's show... thing. Yeah, I really have no idea where we're going, except that apparently all of Beth's friends are dying to meet "the ex". This is either awesome, or terrifying, depending on what stories they've heard about me.

And then I think Sunday there are plans to abduct Nina and Sey, but those plans exist solely in Evie's head, so I couldn't tell you what they are.

Have you noticed I'm out of the loop in a lot of things that go on in my life? This is how it's always been. Someone tells me I'm doing something and it's like, "Am I? Oh, okay. Cool." It's not that I'm not capable of planning things or anything - we did manage the Connecticut trip, after all, which was my idea (alright, I had help with the planning stages, shut up) - I'm just so often drifting off in Aubrey-land that I don't usually think about these things. And when I do, I promptly forget about them whenever the next shiny thing comes along.

This should not surprise anyone who knows me, as very often I forget to eat (there is a reason I lost weight when I was at NYU). It's a very good thing I've got an Evie in my life.

EDIT: By the way, guys? Real quick? SO MUCH LOVE for the new characters at the Rift. All of them. They're fantastic, and bring me so much glee. Especially Vincent. His thread with Romana's giving me random squeefits, and it just started. This says a lot about me, considering they're a little scary together. Hell, they're a little scary separately - together, it's all kinds of doom waiting to happen. (But doom in the name of Great Justice. Or something.)

Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: I Believe in You - Bethany Dillon

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I am thankful for each and every one of you, really and truly.

Also, happy Thespis Day. It is tomorrow, and yes, it is a holiday.

Current Mood: good
Current Music: Sports Night (Thespis)

"I don't understand why there has to be a National Coming Out Day, because no one ever feels the need to come out as straight..."

And that is exactly why there has to be.

Because the majority of the world assumes that people are straight by default.

Because straight people never do have to come out, because everyone already "knows" they are.

Because so many of my friends are forced to live with these assumptions because their family will judge them or kick them out, or because they would face discrimination at their jobs, possibly lose their jobs...

No one has to announce "Hey, I'm a member of a privileged class." Because everyone already assumes that.

We come out to set aside people's assumptions. To remind them, hey, we exist, and we deserve some place in your world view. We're you're daughters, your sons, your sisters, brothers, friends and neighbors. Fucking notice us.

Current Mood: angry
Current Music: Slither

no one gets to tell me if I've lost or if I've won

when they ask you what befell me, say my story is not done

Entries tagged with people: chosen family

All the strange, strange creatures...

You say we're not responsible, but we are...

I figure that once upon a time I was an ocean...

When there's nothing to believe in, I believe in you...

"Say, Dana. This wouldn't happen to be your frozen turkey by any chance, now would it?"

He made it perfectly clear, I was a fool, probably queer...

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