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And ever Since Then I Got Disseminated
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Well it's a Self-fullfilling prophecy

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Listening: Soul Coughing
I'd rather be: outa here!
Desiring: An obedient world bent prostrate before me.

So this weekend is shaping up to be quite busy for me.

Tonight (after I polish my two hours of OT) I'm heading off to the Squire's B'day party. His birthday was nearly a week ago but like I keep asking people: who actually celebrates on their birthday?

It'll be Hawaiianed themed. I was thinking of dropping by Patagonia to get something appropriate, but I don't think I'll have the time. It's a pool party so I'll spend some time in the water. I also want to swing by the store to get some snacks so as not to arrive empty handed (and because I don't think the invite mentioned food).

Tomorrow there's going to be a garou game, but I'm skipping it to try and get up to the convent and visit Sister Irene. Sister Virginia gave me her cell number. (Ok, nuns have cell phones and email addresses. No one in my immediate family has a cell phone and only my oldest brother and I have email - well ok, technically my mom has email too but in five years she's checked it *once*. Wacky.) They convent is up in Valencia but I've never actually been there. For some reason I got the impression they were out in the desert, past Ontario. I think Sister Virginia was out there for a little while, but the convent, home base as it were, is in Valencia.

Have to remember to get a card and some flowers. I wish I were more creative for something like this. Arg.


Hm. Sunday is Bat's Day. That's the Goth's day out at Disneyland. I had a total blast last year. On the one hand I get the sense I'm not supposed to enjoy life so long as someone I know is dying. On the other hand I'll be surrounded by goths.... Anyway, knowing Sister Irene, she'd get out of bed and kick my ass if I spent my time sitting around moping on her behalf.

There's been a lot rattling about in my head regarding less personal more... news-type stuff. Politics, philosophy... you know. But I haven't had the time to arrange my thoughts, let alone post anything so it'll just have to wait.


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