Day 357: From home

Mom came up to see me on Tuesday. It was awesome. We hung out and talked, and we watched Connie and Carla. Which all of the Scoobies must get together and see sometime, because I think it'll make you laugh. If it could make my dad laugh, (my rampantly homophobic, rather Victorian father) then it manages to have something for it, to say the least. Plus, David Duchovny in a romantic comedy. He does them so well. It was just great seeing my mom and talking to her. It seems that the LSAT's have crept up on me with a suddenness that I am not enjoying as much as I could, and seeing her beforehand also helped. She left us a quiche to enjoy, so after a spate of long classes - at school from nine to six, it hurts a lot - I popped it into the oven and a bunch of us enjoyed. After supper, Ericka and Alison went out for pie and coffee, and took Marty home. I was feeling a bit anitsocial and missed my Seirra with all kinds of patheticness, so I curled up with Shiny and waited for her to be released from the poetry reading of doom. Mostly we hung around and talked. Alison took Ericka to work, and then Del came home, so we all hung out and talked. It seems that the shop is open again, and that we have two teams of assassins open for business (but that does not include Brad, who is getting drunk on my behalf before the LSATs, and refuses to tell me what he sees, or Schuldig who is always up for rearranging people's lives, or Farfarello who is very disappointed that there isn't a Catholic convent in town). Schuldiger als Sunde is compromised of three: one pyrokinetic/telekinetic, one telempath, and one nightmare. Any questions on nightmares, see Mami-san's "Vaterunser." Team Atropos is comprised of one telekinetc, one telepath, one precog, and one biokinetic. Possibilities are endless. Remember that death need not be physical, nor need it be scary torture. Also remember that there's the whole "fate worse than death" which they are always up to the challenge to provide.

The shop is now open.

Yes, it's two days before the LSATs, and I have gone insane. I hope no one minds. I am just scared out of my mind. Yay.

I also have to finish the Old Curiosity Shop. Yesterday in class Harris essentially told us "P.S. Little Nell dies at the end." I wrote it down in the margin of my notes, and Rochelle nearly died laughing. I felt bad about almost killing her. But little Nell got sick, and keeps wandering through cemeteries and having dreams about happy dead sister angels. I think Dickens is sort of belabouring the obvious. But I do want to see HOW she dies, and what happens to everyone else at the end. And I think that I shall be able to write a paper for this novel. I'm hoping David Copperfield goes better. I may also rent the movie to see how that goes for me as well.

Shakespeare is looking up. I love Machiavelli. I like Prince Hal. I'm not sure I like Hotspur. Falstaff amuses me.

I'm worried about BenTen.

Beats worrying about myself.

I should wrap it up, because I have to get to class. And though he is drunk, Brad is always an excellent shot.