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how dare people have lives, anyway? ::sigh:: whatever.
i was going to go to a 12th night feast with troy, but he's moving back to blacksburg tomorrow and has been packing. (like i should be doing...) so he's probably not even going to get a chance to meet up with me before he leaves.
and since i got back from the new years party on Monday, i have been out of the house (ie to somewhere with people) twice: fencing practice on Wednesday (and we all know how much effort that took) and church today. my mind plays rent at me: 'i *gotta* get out of here...'

andy's posts evoked some strong, unidentifiable emotion in me. it's an odd feeling. i needed to post something in reply (not felt obligated to, needed), but i didn't know what... what i ended up saying probably came out all wrong. oh, well.

apathetic death wish indeed.

trying to fill out the fafsa, only i need a pin. and i'm sure i have one, i just have no idea where it is. i also need to sort all my crap and pack it back up... at this rate none of the stuff i ship will get there anywhere close to when i get there. which will make it harder to pack. and i'll probably have to use my sleeping bag the first night and *shit* how am i going to get a key to my room? ::sigh:: gotta find that phone number and hope my roommate doesn't mind me coming in past midnight with all my stuff. goddamn office hours. what i was going to say was that i'll have to use my sleeping bag because i won't be able to get anyone to let me into the storage area and won't have time to unpack anyway.

gah. too many things i want/need to do, so i end up doing none of them, just sitting on the puter all day...

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i read 'god of tarot' last night - piers anthony, first part of a book that was supposed to be published together but was published in thirds instead.

...i hated it. anthony is so ham-handed when it comes to religion, it pisses me off. i probably wouldn't even like incarnations of immortality that much any more, because i know his unsubtlety bothered me the first time i read it. he thinks he's so clever, the references he uses, but they're just clumsy and... well, unsubtle.

::sigh::
need some crappy *nonreligious* fantasy to read. i snagged a fairly decent patricia wrede book, 'the raven ring', from dad, but all the way through i had the feeling i'd read it before. maybe it telegraphed its intentions or something.

feints seem to work a lot better in strip fencing. epelles, and throwing your shoulder forward as if your sword were going to be going with it...

andy just showed me 99 secrets. it makes me feel all funny, like looking up from a patricia mckillip or robin mckinley novel. like things are relevant in some extremely important way, but i don't know how and i'm not even sure what the things are.