I'm back. And stranger than ever.

I know I've been AWOL with the posting lately, but I haven't had a lot to say. Especially after the trip back home. About 95 per cent of the people who read this were there, so they know all about what happened (like the piercing and what not). For the most part... *shifty eyes*

My muse of writing inspiration was also recntly beaten and strangled to death by the demon of unavoidable stress and worry (Hence the lack of posting.). Usually I keep the little bastard caged, but he escaped into my bedroom...and is probably still there, which, as you all probably guessed, is why he hasn't been found and re-caged. Perhaps cleaning my room is the answer to all of my problems. Doesn't matter. I'll never know. -_-

The poor little muse was found clutching a scrap of paper with a very amusing dirty joke on it. It was her last ditch attempt at trying to get through to me... *sigh* She was so sweet.

Right now I have a rental until a suitable new muse of writing inspiration can be found. It's just not the same though. The rental is a middle-aged, obese man in a toga. He smells like mothballs and farts. I'm blogging more out of fear that he'll talk to me than anything else.

He invades myspace bubble and his breath could peel paint. I hope they send the replacement soon. And I hope he or she will wear something under their toga...*shudder* So much hair...

Meanwhile, I'm half hoping the demon running wild in my landfill of a bedroom will just happen to take Smelly McHairy-Balls out as well. I won't count on it though. With the muse murder on top of that whole recent terrorist, plane incident, security is being beefed up EVERYWHERE.

School is starting soon though, which is exciting but it's also the reason for the escape of the dastardly stress demon.
I became distracted when I found that I may not have the funds to continue on with my second year...and he made a break for it. Now I'm kinda flipping over having to make some irritatingly difficult decisions. I have a hard enough time deciding which toothpaste to buy (Whitening or cavity fighting? Enamel protection or breath freshener? Why so many choices?! Just WHO can decide???), so this is just ridiculous. Plus, have you SEEN my room? Who can think in a mess like that?
So, to sum up, I may be seeing a lot of you guys a fair bit sooner than Christmas. I don't know for sure yet. I'll probably know after today. I'll keep y'all posted though.

Speaking of posting, I told Nic I would post a story of his on here because it amused me so greatly. He made it up to keep me from extreme boredom while I worked my exceedingly unexciting graveyard shift. And it did. So, here it is:

Once upon a time there was a little mouse named Blinky.
Blinky lived in a little hole in the middle of the field.
One day, while Blinky was out foraging for food, a bird came to him.
The bird said, "Blinky, why do you dig in the dirt like that? Don't you know that clean, fresh food grows on bushes and in trees?"
Blinky realized the error of his ways, and set out travelling to find these bushes and trees. It did not take him long, although he had never left his field before.
At once, he set out to climb the tree to see what food might be found at the top.
At the top of the tree, he found...
The bird!
And it said, "SillyBlinky, I am an eagle."
Then the bird ate Blinky.

The moral of the story is: People have comfort zones for a reason, and it's not always a good idea to leave them.

Pretty darn good for a story made up off the top of his head.
I think Nic should forget all that computer crap. His true calling is writing children's stories. Nothing like a shocking death to make the kids sit up and listen.

As a matter of fact, I think we've all learned a valuable lesson here today.

That lesson is: Nic likes to kill mice. Stay away from him, or you could be next.