So at nearly Two in the morning, with nearly zero percent of my homework done, I will post at the behest of pineapples

Yeah, that was a REALLY long title. ^_^
So, I'm thinking I could start posting drabbles on ff.net. I'm not a big writer, but I do like to write occasionally. Sometimes it just bursts out of me, and other times it just kinda....sometimes, it's just like a bathroom session. You start, then stop, then feel like it was pretty crappy to go through all that trouble for such a little bit, then it suddenly starts again, and you're like 'Hmmm, I guess that wasn't too bad' and then it'll stop again, and then start again, and in the end, you're just all-around pessimistic about the whole experience. Ummm....next topic....

So, like mentioned in the incredibly long title, I am behind in my homework tonight. It's interesting. See, I wouldn't be, but I went to a 'gig' of some of RB's friends, and that was from like, 8-11, and then when I came back, I spent alot of time reading this fanfiction that I've been becoming steadily more and more engrossed in lately. It was surprisingly good. I then felt the need to shower, and I got a bit of reading done for a class tomorrow during that, (yes, I read in the shower. You know you WISH you could have my reading skills) and then got out and just ....really didn't feel like doing homework.
I don't want to read my philosophy!!! It's so...ANNOYING lately, and I missed the last class. I found out from a classmate later that day that all the big speakers were absent and they spent a good portion of class looking at cats....*shrug* Don't ask me, I wasn't there, but I also don't see the correlation between Cats and Leibniz, if that makes you feel any better. I usually like my philosophy class above all others, but...idk, I guess it's due to my first total miss. See, the reason I missed was.........
The day before, in Self Defense class, I fought my teacher. Now, my teacher is a big man, you can ask collegekid. He's seen him. This big old hunking guy, was strapped in pads that looked like hockey equipment, minus the leg and arm pads, and plus being fully bright red. When a big red diaper guy comes at you, you're IMMEDIATELY like "WTF????" and respond. My response was to get him away from myself, via a face-palm, but I'm not good at following up, because....well damn, would you follow a diaper-guy when he's finally getting away from you? Well, okay, so I figured I should probably do something after he's grabbing his face, so I'd typically say, "Oh yeah!" and run up to him, and kick/knee him in the head/groin/chest. Well, about the second time I did a follow-up, I kicked him, but I landed badly on my good ankle, and I fell, twisting it as I fell. It hurt quite a bit, but he was still in bad-guy mode, so I used my already hurting ankle to kick him in the gut/chest and he finally stopped coming after me. He complimented me on continuing to fight after I fell, saying that "You are gonna fall in a fight. The important thing is to NOT give up and go into the fetal position." He then realized I still hadn't gotten up. I wasn't sure I COULD. About then, he realized I was hurt, and started asking if I need ice or anything, and I told him if he'd help me up, I could probably walk it off (LIES!!!!!) so he did. He then threw punches at me so I wouldn't have to move/kick/run from him. I got more compliments on my quick reflexes, and felt pretty good about myself, even if my ankle made tears prick my eyes. I then had ten minutes to get a class a good quarter mile away. *sigh* Life is SO unfair sometimes. I was kept running that day. Anyways, the next day,
I woke up 20 minutes before my Philosophy class, that happens to be in a building about as far from my room as you can get and still have both ON campus. It just was NOT happening, so I gave up that class, cause of my ankle, and just went to the last three. It was interesting.
I made my Christmas wishlist. I'm not sure how Christmas is going to play out this year, with two cousins having moved up here, and bf, and Papa, and just....well, everything. *shrug* I don't know, I kinda don't really wanna be home for it this year....but I also can't really help being excited about it.
Which reminds me, RB and I went shopping for Halloween costumes this weekend. She got an AMAZING costume as a vampiress, and I still think I'll go as a gothic chick. Long sleeved black shirt with skulls? YESH, that is totally up my alley. Excessively heavy make-up that is very dark and morbid? Any excuse, please. Able to talk shit about whatever and not have to explain it? .....Did you really need to ask?
Also, on the subject of RB, she is in a fraternity, and two of the guys that have been playing dick-measuring games using her as a ruler, have both tried to kiss her this past week. I'm thinking I may have to hurt someone. The only problem is, (teary face) no one sees me as a threat..... They think I am 'cute, sweet, and funny'. My thoughts? 0_o...?!?!?!?!? I don't get it....I guess that's just the 'air' I give off, but seriously, I'm not sweet, I'm sadistic, I'm not cute! and I'm....well, I'm only moderately funny, even in the best conditions. *siiiiiigh* I don't know how to threaten them without physical violence or mental scarring, and I don't think I should do that to RB's brothers without extreme provocation.... It's a bit of a conundrum.
Okay, so as for the rain. On Tuesday, I totally couldn't sleep, and so I went to the trouble to straighten my hair. Yes, it's already straight. Straightening my hair makes it much thinner, easier to manage, shinier, and even longer (yes, that is possible). I went through all that stuff, cause you KNOW my hair is long, and 15 minutes later, the rain starts. Yes, yes it did. I went to sleep, got up, made it through the three classes I attended, and AS SOON AS I got out of my last class, the rain POURED. I was fine with that, cause I love the rain, and didn't think about the trouble I went through to get my hair like that at first. Then I remembered, and it was already too late, so I shrugged it off. and THEN I stupidly stood in the rain 'begging' for change for Habitat for Humanity, and completely soaked my clothes. When I say soaked, I don't mean I got moderately wet, to where my hair was dripping a little. I mean, chilled to the bone, clothes hanging from the weight of the rain, plastered to my body, hair fully wet as though just out of the shower and dripping, and COLD. I was so very cold that I didn't know how to get warm other than to take a really hot shower. And that hot shower felt oh so good. It set me to rights, finally. I don't think bf fully understood just how cold and wet I was. If I had jumped into a pool fully clothed, I could not have gotten much wetter than I already was. It was kinda horrible, and I'll definitely revise my policy on leaving people standing in the rain begging for money. I'll take them out to eat a restaurant, shopping for a jacket to help, whatever I can, cause that just isn't cool.
Okay, I've spent thirty minutes on this, and I really can't spend much more time on it. I need to get my hw done and turned in, so I love ya'll, I'm sorry it's been so long, and you can thank pineapples, and indirectly (cause he caused me to call her up in the first place) bf, for this random post. ^_^ Hope to see comments, but it's okay regardless. Goodnight!

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