Pain in the Right Hypochondria

( Cut for rambling, French, misuse and abuse of kanji, and what may be a very bad pun )

I get distracted really easily. But at least I'm doing better than I was last night (heh). Like I told Sketchy, sometimes it just hits midnight and I'm behind on things and I just freak out. So yay for that. Oh, and you know what I discovered in Screenwriting? (Back on Wednesday because I've been slacking off on writing about actual things). You know my evil plan involving role-playing plots and my screenwriting class, and confusing the crap out of people? Yeah. Someone beat me to it. (Though I will bet you many dollars that it's D&D-based). Freaking dorks! It amused me when everyone in class at once confirmed for the professor that, yes Cake was a band. I got yelled at for saying things that couldn't be known yet, though. I could've argued my way out of one of them, but the other was more a problem of how I describe action through... not-action. For some reason in my mind writing "that she is overly fond of" translates to "holds on to constantly." But obviously that means I should've written "holds on to constantly." The whole "air of an assassin" thing really meant "poise" but I see no reason I can't describe that as "assassin-like", just because she actually turns out to be an assassin. You can see when someone has the "air of an assassin", non? Of course you can. They're aloof and unnecessarily graceful and stuff. I wasn't about to write "unnecessarily graceful." I guess the idea is, if your character is going to turn out to be an assassin (along with her two friends, one of which kind of became a female Samurai7-Heihachi while you weren't paying much attention, only with coffee beans instead of rice) you're not allowed to say "assassin." Maybe "supermodel". I guess a supermodel would have the same sort of unnecessary grace an assassin would. Only I'm always worried the really tall skinny ones are going to topple over, and you can't have assassins toppling over, because then they FAIL.

So, you know what I randomly realized today as I was walking across the quads in the rain distracting myself from thinking about the mountain of homework I have by plotting pointless things? The really rather wonderful thing about rping in general is that, right now, no matter how bad school and life get for me, at least I don't have an evil possessed suit of armor who wants me dead and is blackmailing a one-armed boy from an alternate future to blow up a bar in order to do it. Take that, real life! Chew on that one for a while! Just... don't try to outdo it. Please.