Alrighty, at Irony's behest we're starting this thing back up again. So what's been going on? Yes. I'm now in the land of the Red Sox fans, which is rather fun as they're all so optimistic about the new season. Like always. And they never win. You know, now that I think of it, psychiatrists should really do a study on these people. Like that episode of the Simpsons where Bart keeps going for the cupcake even though he gets zapped every time. Maybe Red Sox fans aren't idiots; they just have a mental disability that leaves them unable to learn.
Also, I'm at the School of Gay. Seriously. You know (well, you probably don't, as most of you are guys, but shut up) how you see an attractive guy and think 'Oh, I bet he has a girlfriend?' Yeah, no. Here you see an attractive guy and go 'Yep. That's a big flaming homosexual right there.' Some girls talk about having a gay friend as the ultimate accessory and here it's just a statistical fact. If you have three male friends here, two of 'em are gonna be gay. One of those two will like to do your hair. He's good to have around.
And Buttons, who shall no longer be called Buttons but shall now be called The Vice Queen Of New Narnia For Criminal Masterminds, (Because we put the wardrobe in the Make-It-Real machine and then switched things up a bit, as no one wants to live in a big Christian allegory) is on spring break this next week, so I have no one to walk to China Town with at 3:00 in the morning because everyone else has 'logic' and 'common sense.' The Vice Queen Of New Narnia For Criminal Master...god, that's a pain in the ass, I'm gonna just call her TVQONNFCM. TVQONNFCM and I have the 'Impervious to Harm' gene instead. So far my confidence has only wavered when I was walking by the Patrick Bateman ATM machine. Which was really just a regular Sovereign Bank ATM machine but I kept expecting him to come out and feed a kitten into it and then I wondered if he would have bothered to stab me because I wasn't a homeless roustabout, but a young college student and therefore Integral To The Future Of This Country. Like the gazillion other college students out there. Now that I've forgotten my initial point completely, I'm going to go because my mother sent me this amazing stuff that starts out as cotton candy and turns into gum and it requires my full attention.