1.10am, 8/31, wenatchee

well, we only left 5 hours late... ari woke up late, which put us about an hour and a half behind, and it just kept going from there. too much groceries... i'm going to have to not buy *anything* for the next several months to be able to afford kwar. the tent was $40, not so bad.
we were supposed to get to nick's at 6.30. when we got there at 8, *most* of their stuff was on the curb. their minivan was completely empty. so we sat around there for another 2 hours...
once we finally got going, people got slightly less cranky. ginger put on little earthquakes and i quietly fell apart in the back seat. i had a very cozy nest, though. and here i was hoping i wasn't going to be pmsing... ::sigh:: at least, i think it's pmsing.
and nick's.. daughter? has a bladder the size of a currant, so we keep having to stop every 45 minutes. which means everyone piles out and talks for 10 minutes.
i'm feeling antisocial. i'm in one of those moods where i feel like getting smashed, except i feel bad enough already and don't need any nausea to go with it. i guess it's masochism of a sort... i want physical discomfort so i can justify being miserable. or something.
i want to fight. i hope there are pick-ups, because i'm not sure i'd be much fun in a tourney.

8.13pm, 9/1, royal encampment

flashlight broke. both scott and ken apparently have the hots for me, although i think joyce may have warned them off, given my oh-so-enthusiastic reaction. ken keeps calling me jo. being called rois outside of the sca is fine, but being called jo in it is annoying me. when scott got in the car, i couldn't help but think, '... and get your patchouli stink out of my store!'
woke up this morning at 7 (or was it 8?) when the heralds started up. sat around for a while until ari made pancakes. sat around some more. checked out the merchants, took a nap. i woke up when everyone was helping nick get ready for the tourney, and was told that there was a fencing tourney somewhere, and inspections probably ended at 1 (15 minutes from then). no one could tell me where it was supposed to be, however.

the rest of the weekend

( saturday and onward )

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so we got back to seattle around 2.30. ryan was going to pick me up between 3 and 4 because he had to be back for an ra meeting. this was fine by me - i'd actually get to my room at a decent hour for once! but no. ryan didn't actually have to go to his meeting, and instead stayed until the bitter end of bumbershoot that day. he got to thoc at midnight, with two broken tail lights. and he hadn't realized that i, who was going back to college from being away all summer, and had been camping this weekend, would have any luggage. we went to ryan's house and sat there for two hours while he figured out what was wrong with his taillights and how to fix it. we got to portland at 5am. luckily, celia doesn't plan on ever locking our door, so i was able to get in. i think i woke her up, though, trying to get all my stuff out of the hall. i slept on the bare mattress, dragging out the sleeping bag to sleep under when i got too cold.
4 hours later, i had to get up for class. :P i was dead all day. luckily my classes are going to be pretty interesting.
i've been to all but the gender and culture one. i won't be able to get in to qualitative methods, which means i'll have to stay in my evening class. :P fencing is on wednesday, so i'll stay in that one instead of switching to the shakespeare class which meets monday and wednesday evenings. i wish i had my evenings free, though, that'd be nice...

i've unpacked some stuff, but not much. i wish it were done. :P need to turn off my computer now that i've found the surge protectors, so i can get everything plugged in that needs to be.

ooh, dinner soon. hungry.

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i haven't done today yet, have i? went to qualitative methods, won't get in. went to lunch. sat around in my room. got my monitor set up so i can actually see it. plugged in my speakers and printer. plugged in my lights. emptied two (of 6, not counting the luggage) boxes. went to dinner. and that's about it.

tomorrow, i die. hopefully it won't be as bad as i fear.

oh, funny funny links:
poke the bunny! if it gets boring, poke it a *lot*.
staplers are fun when angry.

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my ra made cookies, and damn they smell good. the kitchen is two rooms down from me... i think i'll have to do some cooking this year.