Long, too long

It has been a while since this deserted place had any publicity or any traffic of the scribing sorts. Thus, I figured, I am putting of a paper that probably should be getting done but isn't. It seems like I should be thinking of the things to write into it, and yet my brain is again dry when it ought to be flowin quietly from my fingertips.

Nonetheless, here I am to put down my part and say what I have to say:
As editor and chief alone in staff - I have taken the liberty of making things different around here. If you don't like it *shrug*, see the footnote. If you do, congrats to you.

Either way, it will stay this way until someone else decides to care. *stern single-nod*

In other news, this semester is going strangely well. It seemes, aside from the paper that I am so nicely putting off, that things might take a turn for the increasingly better. If they fail to, I am pained to say, that I will probably be bald from ripping all of my hair out. No, not for relics. For sanity's sake.

Sanity asks a high price of us all, I presume. For some of us, it seems extreme. For others, insanity is the only viable option. I have traveled this road many a time. It is fair - not too rocky, not too smooth. However, it is littered with those that would improve it, only making the way quite unbearable.

But no matter. I am getting tired. I worked out, which was probably a terrible idea. Now, I am tired. It is only 23.26 and my eyes are drooping. I may need to drink tea without mile - which would make me quite miserable. But what can one do against such wreckless hate?

*sigh* I know. Bad quote. Poorly places. And I am studying film?

...Don't accuse me. I can't even get the paper written. If that doesn't explain more than it doesn't, sadly - nothing will. Either way, off I go. I changed the DVD setting on my computer for this absurd event. I oughtn't neglect it any further.

-RK

And we return!

Because, as editor and overseer, I can.
And because, as RK - I would.
Cheers, Widge!

Our lapse into anarchy in Stratford over, we are all back once again into the so-called swing of things. Classes to be taken, books to read, papers to write: all returnéd.
We may have had the chance to intermingle with the groping youth of England, complete with 50's retro clothing and Elvis wigs had it not been for a spout of individualism that chanced upon me one day as I sat on the El in Chicago, heading downtown.
We may have had the chance to fill our lungs with smoky, stagnant air had it not been for my attempt to liven my shoes up with a bit of color.
We may have gotten into the bloody club had it not been for my "trainers".
But we did go to Pizza Hut and none of you can tell me Pizza Hut isn't the coolest late night activity.
OK, I'm sure that's not true, but it still kicked major arse and I want more pizza even now. But no, I anticipate lunch at the cafeteria. Blegh.
But anyway, now we are back at school, ready to fill our minds with wonderful new facts and ideas to better ourselves and others with.
...
Yes, I believe that!
You shush!

And lastly I have to inform you all that, as outlined in the Student Handbook, drinking, usage of drugs, and free sex is not allowed on campus.
No, we won't hear it, you had better be exchanging money first.
Minimum costs are 100 pounds sterling for a 30 minute session.
And, believe me, if there is any sex going on that isn't properly paid for then consequences will apply.
You've been warned.


Hey, I let you keep your font style. Be satiated!
- RK