News for this blog: A return to the entertaining, and to my preparations for the Revolution. (props to Sarah P.)

My sociolinguistic professor, a one Babs (something phonetically spelled) Yinizai is a bit of a... what's the word? She floats, I think is the best way to describe it. Her hand gestures are majestic and her hair, feathered like the Phoenix. She will never die. She will be able to survive nuclear winter off the fat stored in her buttshelf. (Don't say you don't call them that too.) My roommate Jason (described as a 'man about Hamline', props to Suzanna) and I lampoon her under the watchful eye of Marcus, the cute, athletic closet case we've decided to 'help'. It's yet to be decided whether he'll go for my young, gay Dorothy Parker look or Jason's Express Fairy ensembles, but he seems more willing to laugh at my jokes than Jason's. Could be a clue.

Fantasies fantasised whilst biking back from Japanese class:
-Slitting Dale-san's nostrils. (Arigatou, Kami-sa-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!)
-Slashing through armies of demons, then sucking their souls into my eldrich armguard-thingie.
-Combining the two, involving bad roommate Andrew (ie, The Ice Queen/The One I Hate).
I might have had some stuff to work through.

Soon I will have rough sex. I've decided.