Ass Fondue

Listening: Pretty Dress - Rosie Thomas
NaNo Words: 7059/50000

Even as I sit here writing this (in a Psychology course I'm not even taking), BenPanda is sitting beside me, prompting me with scribbled notes on his looseleaf about things to write about that occurred this evening. I think he gets a kick out of reading about himself. But then again, who doesn't?

Why am I sitting in a Psychology class I'm not even taking? And at 7:45 at night, I might add? Because my Pandas are here, and I adore my Pandas. Also, if I blast God is An Astronaut and Mogwai, I can get a fair bit of writing done--especially seeing as how this class goes on for like two and a half hours. Again; why am I sitting in on this class? Because my Pandas have kidnapped me, now someone go call Scotland Yard.

Ben and I sort of spent the day screaming about how it wasn't Thursday yet. I've been tattoo-brainwashed! On account of Ben being all "OMG TATTOOZ" I am swiftly finding myself being converted to his way of thinking. In fact, I may actually be slightly more psyched than he is! I don't even care about the pain. Also, Cole is coming with us! Yes, I finally told her about my getting inked. I think she is looking forward to watching Ben and I have needles jabbed repeatedly into our flesh. Of course it will probably just remind her of the Benteriophages. (Long story.)

Post tattoo-screamage, and subsequently post-classes, I hung out with the Pandas in Ben's Anthropology course, in which we watched... a terribly lame movie. The three of us and the Prof kept laughing hysterically at how terribly bad it was, while the rest of the class stared at us, but... you know, we don't care. Also I want to steal Anthro-Prof's boots.

So post-Anthro, I was kidnapped. Or rather, pandanapped! Ben and Kelilah put me on a scary bus. And we all know how I feel about buses. And if you don't know why, I'll explain some other time. Anyway. We hit Chapters, which gave me the opportunity to check out Starbucks and discover--glory!--their Christmas drinks will be out by the time I go back with John & Co. on Friday. Glee glee glee. I may not have accurately conveyed how addicted I am to the Starbucks Christmas drinks. Chai Eggnog Latte you are mine. I love you better than sex. Remember? Yes, of course you do.

Back to Ben and Kelilah, we got food at the Mall and had sassy panda adventures like we do. By the time Ben realized we were running a bit late for their Psychology class, it had decided to be freezing-ass cold outside. So what did we do? That's right, we went out in the smothering chill to wait for the bus. Goddamn I hate buses.

I now also hate bus stops, because on cold nights, the metal/cement/whatever you're sitting on is colder than the hips of an Eskimo fan dancer. About halfway through the wait, I commented on the temperature of my seat, only the conversation went something more like this:

Icarus: Man I am so freezing ass cold. When the bus comes and I get up, my back end is going to freeze to the fucking seat and I'll have to go home without it.
Kelilah: Oh noes! We'll have to save it!
Ben: Pack it in ice! Or, no, wait. What happens to the bits we can't save?
Kelilah: Ummm. Take them home.
Ben: And cook them!
Kelilah: And make fondue!
Icarus: Okay you two have effectively creeped me out.
Kelilah: This gives a whole new meaning to 'bite my ass'.
Ben: It gives a whole new meaning to a lot of things.
Icarus: WE CAN STOP TALKING ABOUT MY BUTT NOW. OKAY? OKAY.

So because I love my Pandas, despite their horrifying fixation on eating my ass, I am sitting in a Psychology class listening to absolutely farking nothing except for my music. As condusive as it is to the writing process, I can't help but feel like I'm missing out on something interesting.

Oh well.

NaNo Update: Tomorrow is the first write-in, and the first time I'll get to see the NaNoGang since our first meeting two weeks ago! I am so psyched I could put on a penguin suit and dance. I'm really excited about reuniting with Lilly, Mike, Alesandra, and hopefully Melody, and meeting Tael and Trudy if they decide to show up. And I can't wait to read some of the stuff people have written. More sassy adventures in the works? Hell yes.

Icarus happens to think her ass would make DELICIOUS fondue.