'i feel i must interject here--'

There are, unsurprisingly enough, a lot of different sorts of people in the world, with a lot of different ideas of fun, morality, maturity, et cetera. EC, for the most part, makes me forget that. It's not that everyone i know is the same at all, it's that i have somehow the most amalgamated group of friends possible, and all we can do to continue speaking to each other is to accept that the only thing we will ever agree on is our town's name. We're like the Miscellaneous Bin at an auction, we don't go with Vintage Clothes or Furniture or Appliances, so we're rarely useful, but you tend to find the most interesting things here. Things that Ratchel would get out of a 50-cent machine and present to me with shining eyes and i'd stare at and think, how useless, but two months later find in my hallway and be delighted about. And so forth.

i've spent every single day in the past two weeks with Ratchel and/or Damian (and a little bit with other people). Friday, it was funny, i tells that to Bryan & i says, "I'm not going to call either of them tonight because i should hang out with somebody else!" and my phone rang and it was Ratchel. Like on cue. And we had a great Friday night, so i think maybe i will just hang out with Ratchel and/or Damian for the rest of eternity.

Well, i thought that for exactly twenty-four hours (during which i, yes, totally went shopping with (both) Ratchel and/or Damian! (and OMG i got earrings and books!!)), until my co-workers all went out and drunk dialed me a bunch, and i decided to join them (if only because Ratchel & Damian were at their respective work places), and it was fun. Like, enjoyable. i have so very little in common with my co-workers that i found i thoroughly enjoy their company (except for that bit when the war came up and i almost got upset about Abby joining the army, but whatever). We played darts & pool, and Shane taught Kelly to cha-cha, and Leon came even though he doesn't work with us anymore (sad) and Bob asked me all sorts of things about my personal life (why my manager needs to know if i've moved on i'm not sure, but i don't mynd), and it was cold out and it made me sleep in pretty late, but doing normal people things is okay. Normal people find me funny, and (as we all know) drunk people are funny. Some girl (Shane's friend) and i, in her words, "totally bonded," but she thinks my name is Stacy. Tis the way.

In any case, that was all to say i don't think my co-workers hate me anymore, and i'm over the extreme anti-social-ness i've been all about the past few months. Today was pretty much the best day of work ever, as Doug, Shane, Melisa & i pretty much chillaxed whilst actually getting ton done, and it was fun. We drew the most awesome Mythological Beast ever, which i shall scan and share with all the world! i was pretty sure i'd forgotten how to have fun, but it's still there sometimes.

Also, MaRy's in town and I AM SO EXCITED!!

i'm excited about the Ungrateful Taking!

i'm excited to visit Tony the week after that!

OMG! good things soon!

i also talked to Jon today, it was our first conversation in a month during which neither of us cried. It was also our longest conversation in about equally long, it seems a month is about enough time-passing for things to actually happen that one needs to be updated on. So that was good, in its way. His new job sounds frickin' awesome, and he's going to Mike's birthday shin-dig which i am rather jealous of, even missing our long, inevitable odd car-ride there with the same music over and over ("It's Ronny James Sarah! RONNY JAMES DIO!" "Uh, yes it is." "Holy DIVER! ERIC LOVES THIS SONG!") i'm still rather sad that i (probably) don't have anything to do on Thanksgiving, but not emotional about it always (among other things) like back in the day. [i suppose that's what i get after hanging out with the emotionless one and the even-more-emoted than me one all the frickin' time, eh?] And obviously enough, i guess, i'm writing again--i'm so much better at being single, at not being accountable for my schedule to anybody else, at not wondering what i might inappropriately give away--i could bring it back, i could be who i am again. Shit, that sounds really weird. Nevermind.

Oh, and i was thinking about one of my wonderful College Declarations from back in the day: that Maturity could be defined as the Ability to Wait. In which case, i would be presently NOT mature at all, but i do think i'm (quite recently) getting better. A good portion of my stress over the past year has been from the ongoing anxious feeling that i'm missing something that could have been great. And while that's true, i have to recognize that what i have anyway could be okay, if i just let it be. (hence the above declaration that my work can be fun) Here i have friends, at least. i may always be poor, but i shouldn't be such a bitch all the time that i lose the people who've stayed with me. And sometimes it goes back to that thought: that Happiness is not an event, or a time or person or anything, it's only something Remembered. Because now all i can think about is how happy i was that last year of school, living on Doty with the best roommate and neighbors possible, with the boyfriend and the fun job and the scholarship and the promise of a future and everything, absolutely everything that i could have wanted, and i re-read some posts from back in the day and the supposed happiness didn't shine through: i've always been worried about something an unsure of what to do next. Like, at least then i looked good on paper, but i needn't be quite too stressed right now, even in my glory days i didn't quite have my act together, so to speak. So i may not be the golden geology professor that i dreamed of, but i'll find somebody worthwhile to be.

It's 3:30 a.m. i need to stop ranting and go to sleep already (Dad's already gone out caching for the day, and even Sam's given up on getting her homework done tonight). But the night is glorious, and moods like this too fleeting.

"They ask such careless questions!"

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  Blake is the root cause of all pain & suffering.

Today I went to a protest in Madison, against the war, and then onward to Rachel's house for the third annual Halloween party. I think this was the best yet. Smaller than usual, pretty much the normal crowd, but I heard Tony & Kyle talking philosophically, honestly; Mary & Sarah pondering having the entire genius population of MHS think they are lesbians, Gus dressed as Mia Jovovich, Alex hot as Bruce Lee, Tony hot as a half-ninja, & Rachel hot as Tank Girl. Teresa was hot too, probably just as herself. Mary & Sarah are always hot. Bekah & Nik were one via chain. Sam complemented my pioneerness & Evan complemented my hair (very shallow, I know, but I sometimes like these things). Barbie was there & it was great to see her. But to top it all off, Ian & Nate choose to battle Hammer Man & Nate's secret weapon, Nail Man. Jesus, those guys are hilarious. Hilarious.

Sam makes an excellent man-pillow, which I was really enjoying, untill Blake tickled me, filling my scalp with hair-knives, which attacked Sam, causing great pain and suffering. This is the reason Blake is the root cause of all pain and suffering. It all starts with the hair knives. I felt the need to avenge Sam's pain by kicking Blake, but according to Newton's second law, every action has an equal & opposite reaction, so the force that was applied to Blake via kick was also applied to Sam via push. It was all very unfortunate.

Then Blake elbowed Nate, Nate blamed me, I sought to defend the honour of my name, & it descended into chaos from there. Sam ended up off the couch, I on the floor, battling Blake with my feet while trying to steal his glasses with my hands, and Rebecca joined the fray by claiming Sam's spot for her own. Too bad Nate decided only three people fit on the couch! By the time Rachel came downstairs to break it up, I was attempting to wedge myself between Nate & Blake. And now I am at home, with Thomas on my lap & Sable fighting for control of the keyboard. Honestly, is there a worse place for a cat to like to sit?

I'll write more about the protest, bus ride, true love, & Hammer Man tommarroww when I awaken. Though not neccassarily in that order, becasue they cannot assume that order of importance.

--Sarah--

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