I was going to!

I was going to blog yesterday, honest--but just as I was about to do it, the clock ticked over to midnight, and there was no point in doing it then when I'd be able to do it now.

Good morning, scruff-lovers. It's 9:11 A.M. and I look crazy. Imagine this scene, if you will. You're on a college campus, on your way to what could be your finals or last day of class. You're stressed, but you know you'll pull through. Up ahead, you see someone. This character is of average height and weight, wearing dark jeans, old shoes, and a hoodie. The hood is up, but when the wind takes it down, this bleary-eyed being has tussed-up morning hair, is clearly unshaven, and is kind of stumbling every now and again. What makes him more interesting than the rest of the tired students is that he has no backpack or education materials of any kind. Oh, and he has a hammer.

That guy is me. I'm the crazy with the hammer. I don't have school today, but I tagged along with my boyfriend Anthony to help him hammer some tacks to put up his photography project. He had poetry class first, so he tasked me with "guarding the hammer." So I walked all over campus trying to hold a hammer (apparently my only possession) in the least threatening manner as I could. It's still with me. It's all beaten up and rusty, and has red paint splattered on the handle. It really doesn't reflect well on my already messy-day-old-clothing-crazy-hair-stumbling image.

I saw a sign that said "FREE COFFEE" as I entered the library, but I'll be damned if I've found it. The signs don't say any particular location, only a time (9 A.M to 9 P.M., I.E. now). Stupid signs, getting my hopes up and sending me walking in circles with my hammer. Makes me look like I'm scoping out targets to splatter some brains on the walls. Maybe I should slam Anthony's head for waking me up so early and sending me wandering. For all I know people might actually perceive me as a threat--next thing you know I could be tackled by a throng of self-styled "heroes" and arrested. That jerk.

But I kid. I asked to be woken up this early and dragged across town, believe it or not. As you may have surmised from blog before last, I'm one of those photographed in Anthony's project. Thus, by helping put up the picture of me, I help to spread my own image and vanity. It'll help me to establish a nice little cult and *ease* into world domination, gentle and slow. The world's population may resent me as their ruler, but I'll be remembered as a damn fine political lover. (Was I stretching that analogy?)

I have this week off from class, 'til Friday cometh. That day I have a history final, but aside from that I'm all done with German and Poetry. I know I've said that already, but it makes me feel a hell of a lot better repeating it. Makes being at school a lot easier, what with no responsibilities and all. I almost feel like a kid again! (That's a joke. I know I'm still a kid. Shut up.)

So, here's my plan. When it comes out this summer, I'm going to do everything in my power to get my hands on the Harry Dresden RPG. Obviously if I do so, Dusty will be on board to play it (at some point) so all I have to do is get a few other people interested enough to become involved. I'm working on Justin right now. He still seems hesitant (he gave the Amber role-playing game a chance, and honestly it was going well--it's just that all our other damned group members weren't reliable, and we couldn't drag them together to play) but I think I'm starting to bring him around. I think I'll make a few little sheets describing the character types. We'll get him. If I convince him I'll probably get Shelby roped in by way of proxy. So that's three. I guess I can worry about the others, later.

I'm going to go read Dusty's new blog posts and then drool over the Dresden Files RPG website some more.