I'm currently in English class. English Composition II, to be honest. It sucks, but what ya gonna do, eh? My hair's all curly, ewww. I suppose that's what I get for sleeping on the floor in Siena. Even with a sleeping bag, my hair gets fucked up. Oh well. Haha, I said "fuck". That's a great word. Also, it simultaneously makes my DA page R-Rated. Oh well. It's not like it wasn't.

Hey, guess what? I'm in an insane writing binge. I can't stop. I just keep coming up with shit. This, however, is like a caffeine rush and in time will horrendously backfire and land me with writer's block beyond comprehension. And that's when I will strike myself repeatedly and unceasingly play Chrono Trigger to get myself pumped.

In the meantime, I am 11 minutes from the 100% completion time on Metroid Prime. The record, at 1:28, makes fun of my 1:39 every chance it can. Damn it, damn it. I am OUT OF PLACES TO CUT CORNERS, ZOMFG. Honestly, what the fuck. *cracks jaw seven times for no reason* Blarg.

I started a D&D campaign with Monsieur Akashira as my DM. It's neat. I play a turbo-Spartan on suped-up crack. Pretty much, anyway. It's this guy in huge armor with swords and hammers from a Spartans-meet-the-Mandalorians-meet-the-Reavers barbaric yet civilized warrior society. He has a certain mantra: "I will cut anything that I can call prey. All that I cannot cut, I will smash."

Haha, that's really fun to RP. I use a Romanian accent and am generally pissed off all the damn time.

Well, I might go actually get some motherfreuaking work done. Peace.

~Draconis T. Kenjishiya~