...I'm feeling creative?

Attempt to start on the 20 Themes challenge. Most likely the prologue to a multi-parter... I'd know for sure if PM's multiplying plot bunnies hadn't eaten my map to committement. *mock glares*

Time To Move On.

"You stand before us today, accused of-"

'Being better than you.'

"Voluntary manslaughter,"

'Woman slaughter too.'

"First degree murder, second degree murder,"

'Oh please. All of them were first degree.'

"Malicious prosecution,"

'It is even possible to prosecute people in another manner?'

"Racketeeering,"

'Such fun.'

"Attempted regicide,"

'Not many people can have that said about them.'

"Rioting,"

'Causing riots would be more accurate.'

"Resisting arrest,"

'They're really searching for offences now, aren't they? You'd think that the first few would be enough to get me the death sentence.'

( Keep reading... )

Weird couple of days...

The Incident Of The Strange Girl In My Bed.

A girl whom I don't know walks into my room, telling me she needs a place to cry. I assume that one of my three roommates is a friend of hers and tell her to make herself at home. She sits on the floor and proceeds to sob, I feel bad for her and tell she can sit on my bed instead. I also give her food, and then return to work, doing my best to concentrate. Obviously, it doesn't work, so I end up talking to her and after a while, calm her down a little. She stays on my bed for a few hours, then when my roommates start going to bed, crawls into it before I can object.

Me: *sweatdrop* ...

Strangely enough, I dislike it when people just crawl inbetween my sheets without asking. Especially when I don't know them or have any idea how clean they are. I mean, c'mon, they're shedding skin cells! I didn't give her permission to rub her skin cells off against my sheets. *pouts* Anyway, after about an hour or so, she left. Maybe she realized that I wasn't going to go to bed unless she was out of it.

...and when I asked my roommates about it, none of them had any clue whom she was.

The Police Are After Me!

One of my roommates told me that the campus police wanted to talk to me. Another girl, who lives on the floor below me and whom I have a passing acquaintance with, told me that they came to her room and asked her about me. I found a note on my door telling me to call them.

...yes. Scary, no?

I call them eventually, after trying to figure out what I could have been caught doing, and they tell me that an Internet friend of mine from Texas called them because apparently I hadn't been answering their e-mails. *blinks* I managed to reassure them that I'm fine and hung up, terrified that my parents had been notified. My roommates found it amusing though that an online person would call the cops because I disappeared.

Now here's the freaky part - I have two online friends who live in Texas. Both of them swear that they had nothing to do with it.

Tie Me Up!

I get a call from Kat early morning, since his hand is bleeding and he needs me to fix it. I catch the bus over to his apartment, fix his hand and then get onto the more difficult task of fixing his keyboard. I had to pry up the keys, wash them out, and clean the base of the keyboard before fixing it up again. I then tied his wrist to the arm of the computer chair to stop him from typing with that hand. I know he's an RP addict but straining the stitches to type is ridiculous. So yes, Kat was quite happily RPing with one hand while I cooked lunch in his little kitchenette.

*nods* My life is bizarre. I tie people up to stop them bleeding all over the keyboard, the police want me, and I have strange girls decide to randomly crawl into my bed. No wonder the Boston Globe wanted to interview me today.