Archival Update:

This blog is no longer maintained. My new blog is at Numine.com. If you are here to read posts from the ten months I lived in Tokyo, see below:

September 2003

October 2003

November 2003

December 2003

January 2004

February 2004

March 2004

April 2004

May 2004

June 2004

Numine.com
I am no longer updating Schoolgirl Sophistry. The domain expires on the 19th, and when it does, this blog will vanish. That doesn't mean I don't have the archives backed up, or that my gallery content is gone either. But interestingly, it does mean that this particular "identity" will cease to exist.

All of the change that's recently occurred-- graduation, moving, etc-- signifies a rebirth. I'm not rejecting who I am, by any means, but who I am is changing. And I'm no longer the "schoolgirl" who started this blog. (No, really, go back and read the archives... it's almost shameful.) I need a new place to keep my thoughts and a new place to showcase my photography. The new domain is "numine.com," but content won't be up for a while... maybe a two weeks, maybe a month, maybe more. But that's it, and if you're interested, keep checking back.

With that, farewell, and it's been nice knowing you if I don't see you again.

=^_^=

moving house
Next week is our annual trip to Glacier National Park and the week after that is my last week in Eugene. I still don't have a job, but I don't mind. A month or two of perpetual unemployment doesn't sound bad, especially considering I can ride out my food stamp benefits until they expire in October. If I haven't gotten myself a position in September, I'll visit Banff, Canada, with my family for a week, then go to Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco with Monk, Matisse and the rest of the perverts. Then it's round the wheel one more time to my 23rd birthday... and so on.

This domain expires on the 19th of this month-- and that means sometime next week while I'm in Glacier, it will disappear forever. Don't fret, I have commandeered a new alias, but I'm not sure yet if I want to share. I may even join the ranks of kinky Seattle bloggers once I move... but THAT address is only one I'll give out to select few. In any case, I have a few days left to consider what I want to do.

Wedding Fever

My best girl pal, Rachel, and her lovely man, Micah, were married on Saturday, August 6th, at 3:36PM, PST.

Justin and I (that's us in the photo, btw) met in Corvallis on Friday to offer them our event support as members of the wedding party-- and the only ones who were not immediate family, at that. Rachel was a very "good" bride. She didn't freak out or go Bridezilla on us at all, and only pulled one major "oops" by leaving the weddign certificate at home. Not to worry, another Llama brought the paperwork on Saturday and they were officially married by Internet-sanctioned Pastor Paul.

The ceremony was lovely and I was only a sobbing mess for, uh, most of it, as I predicted. Rachel and Micah held themselves together quite well. I'm not sure I can expect as much composure of myself at my wedding as they demonstrated on Saturday.

The reception, of course, was fabulous as well, catered by Cornucopia and kept in stock of wine by Tyee Wineries where the whole thing was held. We danced, caroused and ate deeeelicious cake. I even managed to fulfil my ambition of catching the bouquet tossed by the bride. Looks like I'm next, eh? Not like I mind or anything... but Justin says we have to wait till we live in the same zip code. Leave it to him to be logical. I already asked Rachel to be my bridesmaid. I think I might be *slightly* insane.

In my joy at my two good friends being wed, I then had ENTIRELY too much to drink (another goal) and really can't remember much of the after party. Except something about Sprite and Ouzo... and three shots in a row of gin/tequila/gin with Micah's dad. I'm pretty sure I smoked a cigar. And that I had a good time. But I only really started to come to when I was throwing up out of Justin's car window and there was a police officer asking us if everything was ok... which it was, and we went back to the hotel where I was ill for a while longer and then slept like a lot to awake to the worst, and most well-earned hangover I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Most drinkingest night ever, in truth.

Taking part in the RacheMicah wedding was an exhausting, intense, and unbelievably joyful experience. I was honored to be a part of the crew, and still find myself giddy at the thought of their matrimony. 'Taint much more I can say, except to rephrase the closing of my wedding toast to them...

My greatest hope is that they remain close to those they love: their friends, their family, and most of all, each other.

HURRAY, MICAH AND RACHEL!!

The times, they are a'changin...
Off to Corvallis for Micah and Rachel's wedding tomorrow. Hurray for being a bridesmaid!