Writing Sucks... but hey, the sky's purple!

I played DDR today, for the first time in... well, since I went to see Serenity, so that was Octoberish. And that really doesn't count, since it was an arcade machine in a movie theatre. I got beat in the first round... on Stomp to My Beat. I can double-A that song. I blame it on the fact that I haven't played in in forever. (Most of the people there played on Standard, I mean... I so should have been able to beat them. I miss DDR!!) The room smelled intensely of nerd on a level only reached by the A-level during finals week. It's really a wonder I survived in it for so long. (I think some of it might have stuck to me, too... I probably smell like nerd and Chinese food. Yuck.) Oh, and there were cosplayers. You know, I kind of wish I'd had a camera. The feel of things like this in a building you have classes in is just... erm. Well, picture the Biology building at your school of choice. Now imagine Asuma walking around. And throw in a guy in a wizard-type costume that I didn't recognize playing Go. Yeah. In BSLC. So much easier to deal with mentally when there's an hour and a half of the blue line in between you and strangeness like that. (UChi-con, by the way. And no, I don't know what the "slash contest" was. And yes, I'll admit slightly to wanting to show up in the Psiren costume, just to confuse the freaking crap out of people. But once again... this is the BSLC. No way am I cosplaying in a place I have classes in, unless it's for the greater good of Scav or something. And man were there a lot of people wearing FMA stuff.)

I have the worst urge in the world to figure out how to write Urahara, but I also know I'm a good half-year behind in Bleach, and there's no way I could pull it off. Now I'm going to have to catch up. Darnit. Even though I know he's barely involved. I should also be devoting my energy to writing something I can turn in to get myself into a creative writing class. Someone poke me with a stick until I get on that, okay? The deadline's the first, and I'm screwed on my BA next year if I don't have two creative classes under my belt by the end of autumn quarter.

There was something else I was going to say, but I cannot remember it right now, no matter how hard I try. It's probably because I gave in and formatted my iPod today to see if it'd help with the whole losing songs thing. We shall see... but until then... my playlists are all gone. And my play-counts. And... and... Woe is me! I'll live.

Edit: And... no, I have no idea wtf happened to the comments here, but I'm entirely certain it was chocolatemoose's fault, and had nothing to do with the fact that we encourage each other far too much. Nor did it have to do with the fort, or the throwing of my dish towels, or anything like that at all.