Glah Plugh. And I mean that.

Hate, hate, hate being ill. I was rather ill yesterday. It felt good to stay home and do nothing. (Well, you know, nothing beyond catch up on my webcomics, spend several hours conversing with Brad, play with some fun generators, actually watch the first Star Wars movie, schedule Ko's visit, finish my book and start a new one. Nope really didn't get much done at all. Good lord I'm turning into Ko. This is not good.)

In other news, I just realized that I have not formally registered for my stupid honors classes. I should do that. I should also bug admissions about my scholarship. I neeeeeeeeeed my scholarship. This means taking time off work to call aforementioned places. I hate, hate, hate stupid people and their stupid bureaucracies.

Also, not so fond of English.

Bah.

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Look. We all know and understand that I am not a writer. It's one of those lovable little quirks of mine that in certain circles is infamous.

When I first saw this bunny I thought that it was cute. Brown with white spots... It reminded me of Clover from Watership Down. I thought nothing of it until it started to run around in my head, gradually gaining speed.

It doesn't seem to understand that I. Don't. Write. Not anything above and beyond what is necessary. (Keeping in touch with the Contingent is necessary.) When I explain to it the circumstances, it begins foaming at the mouth and it's fangs grow that long.

I am being attacked by a rabid plot bunny.

And it won't go away!

I will not cave and write this story. I will not cave and write this story. I will not cave and write this story. I will not cave and write this story. I will not cave and write this story. I will not cave and write this story. I will not cave and write this story. I will not cave and write this story. I will not cave and write this story.

I am so dead meat.

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I am the color red. I kinda like red. I hated this movie though.

what movie symbolism are you? find out!