Many interesting characters here; interesting being used in the loosest sense of the word. Take, for example, the lady with the kitten in her shirt. I couldn't figure out for the life of me why her shirt was meowing, until this little fuzzy head poked out of her jacket like some hairy version of one of those aliens that bursts from your stomach cavity and AHHHH aliens! Run! Run for your lives!!@#$!@#$!@

<flees, hides underneath table>

Whew. Think I escaped. Can't escape, however, the freaky old woman beside me with a bow the size of a freight liner in her hair. Where do people find those sorts of things? I mean, it's freakin' HUGE. Monstrous. It's bigger than her head, I swear! If I ever get old and senile and wear a bow in my hair, shoot me, please. Do us all a favor and put me out of my misery. I'd really prefer to be an old woman driving a Miata (not drinking Sustacal, thank you very much). Maybe I'll go on a murderous rampage. That'd be a fun way to end a good life. Then my grandkids could ask to hear the story of how Grandma Amers shot forty-three people in a public library before vrooming away in a high speed police chase through downtown Portland, finally ending when she drove her car off one of the bridges and died in a fiery inferno of excitement. Doesn't that sound like the sort of thing you'd want told at family reunions for years to come?

Anyway... urm, I don't think I'm up to post anywhere... damn, Romeo darling, your post ruled. Remind me not to get anywhere near Bryo for a very long time. Becca, Rem, I'll be home and on the computer maybe around four pm (have to wait until dad goes to rugby-church, don't even bother asking what that is, it's too bizarre). So until then, my lovelies, remember that Amy loves you all and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Dear God, people, I need to fight.

Maybe the PUBLIC library isn't the best place for a murderous person such as myself to be right at this moment. Well, wait, I'm not murderous yet... just having some very nice homicidal tendencies. One being that there's these annoying Chinese kids screeching in annoying Miaka-esque voices (even though the library is supposed to be a place of QUIET respite). The other being that, goddamnit, I JUST NEED TO START OUR DAMN FIGHT BEFORE MY BLOOD PRESSURE MAKES MY HEART BLOW OUT OF MY CHEST AND I GO ON A BLOODY RAMPAGE AROUND PORTLAND STABBING WHOEVER DARES TO GET IN MY PSYCHOPATHIC JACKELOPE WAY! <gasp> Anyway...

So yes. My computer's broken. My dad locked his gun up the other night. My knives are at home. Right now, I have no other source of entertainment... <looksaround> Must... fight... someone... here... NOW...

Okay, okay, I've gotta get myself under control, right? <pats self on back> Settle down there, Kitty. Reeeeeeelax. Breathe. <takes a deep breath> Ahhhhhh. It's not working. IT'S NOT WORKING! I think I need to go home and play DOOM for three hours straight until I'm able to sit still for at least an hour during dinner. After which time I'm *praying* to the IFC gods that our computer will be fixed so I can finally get online again and POST.

Yes.

Breathe.

Brummer's anthropology class got canceled, and our sociology class isn't until 1030, so we hoofed it to the library downtown. I stalked around glaring at anyone who dared look in my direction for about ten minutes, until someone took the hint and got off one of the internet computers so I could check IFC. Except that I FORGOT that no one is home, no one is online, and NO ONE IS HERE TO CRY WITH ME OVER MY KAT POST.

Curse you all. I had very uncomfortable dreams last night, all because stupid Gabe didn't fall to his stupid death like he should have, and instead decided to be stupid and shoot Mode. <grumblecurse> You'll get yours. Just wait 'til AIT-SO. Riya says she has something extra special planned for you. I think it involves a little something called I'LL KILL YOU ALL IN YOUR SLEEP!

Yes.

La la la la la. If I wasn't so fearsome myself, I'd probably be afraid of some of the weirdos in this place. Oh wait. "Mister, we are the weirdos." That's right; how could I forget? Jesus. Listen to me. I'm rambling on like I have verbal diarrhea. Isn't that a nice analogy? I thought so too.

Alright, this is getting sad. I'm leaving now. You all cry while I'm gone, since I know my absence just leaves a gigantic hole in your hearts, and life seems all dark and gloomy when I'm not around. I should be home around 2 or 3, and seeing as how I don't have a father tonight, nor a mother until 530, then guess what? I'M NOT STUDYING FOR MY FINAL EXAM TOMORROW. I'M GOING TO POST THE ENTIRE TIME. Muahahahhaha; take that, mom!

You killed Dominic.

You killed Dominic.

You killed Dominic.

YOU KILLED DOMINIC! DONOVAN's GODDAMNED TWIN.