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It's been a while since I've been to Chuck E Cheese, but, well, Noah's turning three tomorrow and it's just about his favorite place in the world. So there I was, sprawled out over half a booth with a novel and a pile of shiny tokens, when all the TVs hanging from the ceiling came to life with the sound of a vaguely familiar song info. When the lyrics kicked in, I thought I must have mistaken the song. But no, the tune was the same -- Backstreet Boys, Larger Than Life. (Remember that?) The words were just slightly edited to fit the place. To wit: ( You know you want to know. )

Not as in let-me-tell-you-about-my-day off-the-top-of-my-head writing, more as in actual creative writing that a semblance of thought goes into, and possibly, as in this case, actual revision. It's too bad, because it's probably good for me as an outlet and as a way to improve, not to mention that it's something I enjoy. I'll bet you can guess exactly what this is leading up to. :)
Disclaimer: no, you don't need to worry about me, this mostly isn't autobiographical except in the sense that any poetry that isn't 100% crap (and this one is only 95 tops, I hope :P) has something of the self in it, right?

Without further ado: ( letting go, v2.0 )
( Also, notes about revising and suggestions and all sorts of stuff that's probably only interesting to me. )

I really, really should start packing.

Instead, I'm watching all the kiddie movies that I'll feel too embarrassed to see once I'm a college student. (This summer doesn't count yet, right?) Went to see The Princess Diaries 2 with rainbwfairie yesterday -- it was really nice to see her and *sigh* reminds me of all the people I swore I'd get together with this summer, before this whole scattering for college thing happened, before I start getting swamped with classes and everything, and just didn't. The movie was adorable and lighthearted and okay, the musical number was maybe a little strange, but whatshisface the prince was cute and there was a happy ending, and really, what more can a girl ask for, right? Okay, plot, there was some plot -- predictable, especially if you've seen the ads -- and it was of course utterly devoid of deeper meaning beyond something suspiciously like "girls should always put love before careers", but one does not go to see movies with titles like "The Princess Diaries 2" if one is looking for deeper meaning. As a cute summer afternoon kind of movie, it was pretty good.

Then I grabbed the 2003 Peter Pan while reshelving at the library this morning, and it was even better. There were a couple of moments requiring industrial-strength suspension of disbelief -- but, well, I'm too cynical for my own good sometimes, plus I was watching it with four goofy siblings, so comments of "the planets are too close together" and "flying in a nightgown isn't such a good idea, is it?" probably were to be expected. But the movie was beautiful -- all the scenery and the costumes and just the whole look and feel were unbelievable, fairy-taley and lovely and if it weren't past midnight I'd be really, really tempted to stick the DVD in my computer and watch it again. Jeremy Sumpter, the kid who plays Peter Pan, was way cuter than any kid younger than my little brother has a right to be. And awwwww, thimbles. :D

I am not going to say that I kinda wish my life were more interesting at the moment, because I just know I'd regret it. Famous last words and all.

But I do.

So I just got home from vacation in New Jersey, which was lovely. The beach was pretty and the ocean was warm and my younger siblings only spent one evening collecting and displaying dead jellyfish. :P It was overall relaxing and enjoyable and all sorts of other vacationy adjectives.

And now I'm home, and my stepbrother who is also headed to college this fall has pointed out that we leave in three weeks -- him in less than that, actually, and me in pretty much that precisely. I'm excited, yeah, but also a little bit terrified. And I have so much to do before I leave and so many people I want to see again, and then there are the people who I'll probably quite literally never see again, as they're moving Far Far Away as they begin college, and it's all horribly depressing, not to mention oh, my God, MIT, what if I'm not smart enough? I'm just some girl who's kinda good at taking tests, I'm not brilliant or accomplished, and sure they said I was bright in high school but that doesn't exactly set me apart... In spite of appearances this isn't a beg for flattery, really, just personal livejournal therapy. Feel free to forget this entire paragraph now. :)

So I get home, I drag my suitcase upstairs, and of course, I immediately plug in my laptop and start catching up online. :P E-mail first, which I'd only had the chance to check once over the past week, and then once all three accounts were checked I moved on to my friends-list. (Have pretty much given up on cut-tags and even sporadic commenting; skimming will have to do. Yes, I have no life, but there's a limit even for me.) Next will be webcomics. And then I'll do things like do my laundry, put my books back on the shelves, read my physical mail and flip my calendar... who, me, horrible set of priorities? Never.

Also: amusingness from a conversation in which aforementioned stepbrother, who gets paid to watch movies, explains why he didn't like Catwoman much. ( I suppose this might be a spoiler. But I gather the plot isn't supposed to be the main attraction of the movie anyways. )

Escapades in the computer department:
So guess what we did today at work? ... This, and lots of it.
Can't take any credit -- or blame -- for this one though. (Rather, it's the leftmost of these guys.)

In other news -- omg pretty quiz image! No idea what it *means*, but isn't it shiny?

Category X - The
Changeling

Witty, amusing and a bit weird, you're welcomed
into most social groups, even though you don't
'fit in' perfectly .


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Finally got on to the MIT housing site -- the whole "we'll tell you on this site at 5pm" was all a terrible horrible lie, it was more like 8 before I got through, but that's okay.

I'm in the waffle dorm, the sponge dorm, the crazy architects but lots and lots of pretty windows hurrah dorm, Simmons. (For those of you who haven't seen it before -- yes, those are ALL windows. I like windows, okay?) My mother was happy. I told her one of my other top choices was Burton Conner, and (recalling her days with my dad) she said "isn't that grungy and dirty and old?" Or something along those lines. I didn't think it was all *that* bad when I stayed there, but on the other hand I'm pretty enamored of Simmons' shinynewness. Then she said, "which is the one where all the stoners hang out?" "Uh, probably East Campus. My other choice." Which is probably not actually true, on further thought, but that's okay, because it's distracting her from, um, compare-and-contrasting the prices of a double in either place. *winces* But I am curious why East is so dramatically different in terms of double rates. Kinda strange.

So that's where I'm off to, come the last weekend in August. Yay! It's really nice to finally know.

I'm not quite sure why I haven't written anything since Monday -- I definitely spent a significant portion of my time reshelving this week mentally composing sarcastic entries. Can't remember any of them, of course, but I'm still determined to write something, at least.

Let's see. The network at school is approaching the status of "actual network", as opposed to "a server closet containing tens of thousands of dollars worth of space heaters". The space heating capacity of the servers has been totally appreciated by certain people who can't put up with how enthusiastically the central air in the new building has used, but it's nice to be (almost) able to do something a bit more like what all that equipment was intended for. :P

Also, minttown put up this coffee shop fic challenge last week some time, which I wasn't going to write anything for so I didn't comment but then there was this idea that I had to write. So now I have 560 angsty words that upon re-reading appear to actually be more about my personal subconscious Issues, maybe, in a bizarre twisted way, than about Deirdre. (And I don't even get why her -- I don't even think I liked her when I read the Chronicles of Amber. And yet.) In fact, it's also barely about a coffeeshop. Mostly outside a coffeeshop, really. *sigh* I may yet inflict this upon y'all anyways, so consider this fair warning...

Evidently my AP scores came, over at my mom's house. I'm at my dad's so I haven't seen the actual paper yet, but Mom says the only numbers she saw were fives. I can only conclude she's reading the wrong thing because there is no WAY I got a five on the calculus.

My elementary school reunion kinda thing was... interesting. I discovered I still have a lot in common with a few of my friends, and we're plotting a girls'-beauty-night-slash-guitar-singalong in the semi-near future, which'll be awesome. The two guys who showed up were an hour late, as guys in my life often seem to be. (Disclaimer for guys: if you're reading this I probably don't mean you.) So by the time they'd got there us girls had already had talked about college and majors and lots of our old memories and the weather and all the generic small-talk topics you use when you're still feeling out the territory with people you don't know well. And then they were there and we were low on things to talk about and it was Awkward. - And then later they left and Dasha and Catherine and I hung out and had fun and discussed how Guys Ruin Everything (I still don't mean you) and swore to get together again before the summer was out, and it was far less awkward and quite enjoyable. :)

Not a lot to do at work today, just like all this week. I think the most productive thing I accomplished there all day was filing my nails. Very slowly. For a grand total of about two hours. Did I mention our internet connection there is down? ( Click for whining about boredom and more! ... Or not. )

So, in conclusion, I'm in A Mood and need chocolate amusement. Anyone run across anything funny online lately? Bonus points if it's bitter I-hate-the-world funny, but anything's okay. Book or even movie recommendations are also appreciated (if you're thinking of a film and wondering if I've seen it: I probably haven't, since I rarely see movies) though the odds of me actually getting around to them are slimmer. :P (ETA: Suggestions of things to do while bored out of wits at L-S Inc. (that's an affectionate nickname for the new building, really) are welcome too. I've already got a book and a deck of cards...) Thanks in advance... :)