Gimp Ninja

There's nothing better than hugging someone only to have them say "Wow, you smell clean". Don't get me wrong, it's good that I smelled clean, especially considering I had a shower and stuff. But it really puts all those other hugs into a position of serious doubt. Did I smell unclean? Should I care? Neh, it's not like the (hypothetical) stench infringed on my ability to garner hugs so it's not even my problem.

In other news, I'm still playing too much San Andreas instead of working on any of my uni work (I can fly planes!). With three assessments coming up it'd probably help a lot if I had something to hand in at those assessments but as Mr Obscurity pointed out on Thursday, "Why do it before you actually have to?" Why indeed.

Today we established the date for the first annual SCA Cross-Dressing Day. (I can't remember what the date actually is but trust me when I say it's established). I don't really know what I'm gonna wear. I have lots of curls and people kept telling me I should do some kind of Jane Austin type period drama shit. I am the laziest dresser of anyone I know. I wear the same jeans all the frickin time. Everyone knows it. I know it. I'm not sure why they think I would put any more effort into dressing like a woman than I do any other day. Perhaps they're tripping. On acid. Anyway we're going to try and convince the 2nd years it's like an annual event. One of our lecturers has already agreed to help out (including turning up dressed as a woman). Art school is very random sometimes.

Reading another book by Chuck called Diary. It's not bad so far but I bet the ending will blow. I also reserved Slaughterhouse Five by some Vonnegut guy. People I trust have said it's good but you can never vouch for someones taste just because you trust them and apparently I'm picky or something.

Rambling=Enough.