1. Failing at shouting down my English teacher, but getting points for trying.
2. Seeing pictures of fluzzy white mice in the science book.
3. Finding out that I now have "regulars" for Tarot reading, and piquing someone's interest.
4. The awesome sub in Math.
5. Getting a 3.0 for this quarter. Whoo!
6. The field hockey game. The bees were bad, but the soccer team sans Alexey proved themselves to be a bunch of magnificent twatwaffles. Kind of like a tamer version of Urk Kuldar, really. I wish I could consider one of those boys my brother, but...meh.
7. Getting a ride home from Alexey. Had you told me back in freshman year that this would have happened, I would have laughed in your face. Progress towards some form of a friendship is clicking along nicely.

Highlights:
-Warm day was warm. I didn't even need my cloak.
-Getting to wear my gold dress.
-Seeing Pano again. Whee!
-My new pearl-on-a-string.
-Playing with fire.
-Conversations with Rich, among others.
-Coming  home and smelling like smoke.
-My favorite wall ever.

Lowlights:
-Smoke-induced headache.
-Yellowjackets swarming everywhere. Not just in our camp, but throughout the park. Thomas got stung.
-It really shouldn't bother me that Joe will flirt with anyone but me, but...
-Finding out that this was the 43rd's last reenactment for the year.

Next stop: Trenton!
(Possibly Ironworks, but that's doubtful.)

I'm feeling curiously like a seventeen-year-old girl right now. That seems to be happening a lot.

I've just spent the past half-hour drooling over vintage dresses. Matthew would be proud of my taste, methinks. They're not all attractive, but some of them are drop-dead gorgeous.

Some of my favorites:

Got Something to Say?
Steel My Kisses
Salutations--this one would be great for MUN
Cezanne
Creme de la Creme
Carriage Tour
Highlands

Now, to find a way to get monies...

Well, it appears that I did not completely fail this year's Senatorial interview. In fact, quite the opposite. I'm currently resisting the temptation to jump up and down while shrieking incoherently.

I was not prepared for that interview. I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. I was deathly afraid.

But it appears that a little bit of restraint and a lot of arrogance go a long way.

I've been selected as the ranking member of the committee I explicitly told my interviewer I know nothing about.

Life is kind of amazing right now.

-Moresca is in eleven days.

-I went to see Colin Powell speak tonight. He was amazing, and probably the only truly nonpartisan speaker I've ever had the pleasure of listening to.

-It's probably not a good thing that I've been going through a series of mini existential crises all this year, but meh, whatever.

-My talks with a Certain Viking have become more frequent and more enjoyable. Progress, it is made!

-My sister and I have started playing Animal Crossing again. Currently, she's in the ER for back pain--and I hate to say "lucky me", but if I didn't, I'd be lying--and I'm off to start playing in a couple of minutes.

-One of my pet freshmen gave me a quartz crystal. It is shiny.

-I'm actually not angsty at something or other tonight. Even the Russian's continued silence and refusal to acknowledge me is not bothering me at all. This is a strange feeling. I think I like it, though.

American University was awesome. I really do think it's my first choice of school, but at the same time, I think it's a bad idea to want to go to a school because they trick-or-treat at the embassies (obviously, that's not the only reason, but still).

Knight of Music was also awesome. Someone actually made a point of speaking to me during Long Reach's show--a far better record than the fiasco with the candy bars two years ago--so I think I'm making some progress away from the status of "creepy Polish stalker girl". We shall see.
Apart from that, the shows were really excellent, the moon was full, and people were in high spirits. It was a good comp, all in all.

But the best part of the night?

Coming home and nearly stepping on a black, leather-bound, gold-embossed copy of the Necronomicon, left by a certain sociopath as a "cheer up" gift.

I love my life.

Highlights:
-Seeing everyone again. It's been too long.
-Finally being able to sleep through a raging battle.
-My new "doily" (read: pinner cap).
-Being coached in some minor psychology stuffs by Rich.
-Seeing Rick in handcuffs.
-The Sutlers and their shiny things.
-Corned beef for lunch.
-Camping next to the Highlanders. Men in kilts; yay!
-Rain.

Lowlights:
-Camping near a yellowjacket nest. No one got stung, but it was unnerving as hell.
-Finding Blackwatch tartan, then finding out it was $150.
-Rain and mud.
-Finding out that the dance at Trenton might not happen.

People make me happy sometimes. It's weird when they do, but it's always nice.

So, I'm seventeen now. Terrifying.

No Nim, alas, but I did get to watch A Clockwork Orange on a proper TV with Mike and I got a shirt that says "Holy shit! The British are coming again!"

It was a pretty decent day, I suppose.

Dearest Nim,

I know I've often complained about minor things in the past but I have to say that I love you right now.

Thank you so much for bringing me one of the few people who could have completely made my day. Granted, your timing was a little off, but this is the first time out of two that I'll get to see Rakek this week.

It was a beautiful thing you did. And when you said "I have a surprise for you", and I had a hunch that it was him, it was still no less wonderful seeing you two on my porch.

Thank again.

Much love,
Iz'tel

Knight Realms was, for lack of a better phrase, fucking amazing.

More on this development when I'm not about to fall asleep at the keyboard.

To all you girlies at customers_suck who fell in love with Sgt. Bryan:

I applaud your taste.

Just keep it to the internet, mmkay? I don't need another stargazer hanging all over him.

-Your friendly laundress/domestic/upper-class girl

P.S: Though it would be hilarious if someone made a set of Sgt. Bryan icons. I will definitely show them off here if someone decides to act upon that whim.

P.P.S: ...so how many of you will freak out when you discover I'm sixteen? I'm curious.

My mother just found me a shirt that says the following:

HOLY SHIT!
THE BRITISH ARE COMING!
AGAIN!

All my sucktastic things about the Fort are now posted at customers_suck . The good stuff is here.

And the perks of my job continue...

1. Private Hamilton when he's being obnoxious. Best ten minutes of today; myself and Private Spears disciplining him for such misdemeanors as stealing my hat, hiding apples, and flopping down on Lieutenant Hawkins' bed. It's funny how hard people will start laughing if you smack someone with a hat.

2. Discussing zombie strategy with Jay.

3. Kurt got my Clockwork Orange reference! (See #5)

4. The girl, who when asked "What is that box you're looking into?" responded with "I'm an inventor from Baltimore. I've figured out a way to make cameras lighter and more portable. The patent's pending." You were awesome and a wonderful change from the idiots we get on a daily basis. PLZ TO BE COMIN BAK TO MAH FORT NAOW.

5. The rainstorm on the way back from the Fort. Private Spears getting drenched on the ferry. Singing "Singing In the Rain" with Rick and having Kurt get the reference.

All in all, a good day.

Dear Waitress,

I don't care if your name was Michelle. Or if you're going to college at UDel.

You are Kaylee Frye in disguise. Seriously. You were far too adorable and chipper to be anything but Kaylee Frye in disguise.

Thanks for making my night.

Make sure to tell me when your job is finished so I can stow away on the Serenity.

Love,
Me

PS: Also, those were really excellent crabcakes.

Dear Sudden, Violent Downpour,

Please stay. Be like that typhoon we had at the Fort on Friday and stick around for more than five minutes.

I've missed you and all your rainy goodness.

Love,
Me

Oh, Fort Delaware. You've not failed to make me smile yet.

( I am the Fort Delaware goat! Oogaboogabooga! )
More on Friday.

As of right now, I am officially a volunteer at Fort Delaware.

Whoo.

Working at a historical building? Yes.
Having the sweetest boss ever? Yep.
Wearing period clothing? Sure!
Taking a ferry ride to work every time I go? HELL YES.

Having musket demonstrations at noon, shooting the eight-inch (that's mouth size, not total volume) gun at 2:45 and the mortar in the courtyard at 4?

Eh, not so much.

This. Right here.

This is also the contact-to-join entry for those that saw the advert on rpg_listor rpg_ads 

ASDFGHJKL;

RAGNAROK!

Whoo!

Entries upon my return, possibly.