Have I ever told you all that I have roommates right now that make Puck look like Princess Di? I'm talking serious psychopaths. I currently live with five strangers in a house (yeah, I know, and don't be proud of yourself, that one is too easy.) Two of them I get along with swimmingly, but there may be one or two that should be locked away in a belltower due to their unique combination of tacklessness, disrespect, and straight up bitchiness. I'm telling you, if there were cameras in my house last night, this would have been the greatest episode in the history of reality shows. I don't know how much I can tell you yet because of legal issues, but let's just say I spent five hours in the emergency room last night (getting home at around 7am), and am about to take a shower before hitting up the police station to press charges. Don't worry, I wasn't hurt, and was not even really involved whatsoever. I was accompanying one of the nice roommates who was assaulted by another roommate in his SLEEP. (Well, I mean, he woke up when the assaulting happened.) Yeah, it was crazy, and I was tired. So I drove down to Dunkin Donuts (the original DD, might I add), got a medium Vanilla Chai, picked up the fourth Harry Potter book, which I am nearly done with, then sat on the floor of the foyer to the emergency room (cell phones not allowed in the waiting room), and read the book out loud over my phone to this very nice boy who laughed heartily when I did my horrific impressions of a British accent. This went on for about an hour until my cell phone just died without any warning at all. I mean, can I get a beep? Mid-story, CUT off. It gives you such a feeling of incompletion that is so unsettling. You can't even tell the person you'll call them later.

(later...)
Aahhh...restraining order issued. I feel better. I'm exhausted though.

The message boards are seriously active today. All sorts of new posts. Good for you, people. I thought you should know that I've written an unbelievably lengthy COMPLETED THOUGHT, that needs a bit more rereading and editting before I put it up, but know it's on the way. I still have to write up and design a page with Oly for my bio. Yeah, I haven't done the last episode review either...that was takes SO MUCH motivation though because it is so after the fact. I mean, I really don't care anymore, and talking and writing about RWNY2 is maybe the last night I feel like doing, but it will get done...eventually. I'm going to take a power nap after Trading Spaces, and go out tonight to celebrate the effectiveness of the Brighton police department. Woohoo!