|11:10 pm - Rated M for violence, adult themes and silk.|
Okay, that was... weird. My Creative Writing thing that I had to hand in, and ended up writing in like one night and thought was okay for a rush job, was handed back today.
And my tutor loved it. Seriously, he was overflowing with praise in his comments. Gushing, almost.
That's just weird.
On the plus side - it appears he likes my style. This is a good thing.
I wore my new blue flamenco skirt, my lovely striped stockings today. As a result, certain people kept wanting to stroke my legs. 0_0
And D&D was back, though it has now split into two parts, each on every second week. And it was as cracktastic as ever.
Firstly, we endedup being evicted to the first floor, just near the Union House theatre. They had a dummy in a glass case there. Wearing a gas mask. It was freaking me out.
But we now have a Water God named "Aqueous". And we got to actually have combat fot the first time. It was fun - killing people was fun.
I don't think I want to know what that says about me.
But I got to cast a spell on someone, and then get some stabbing action with my sword. It was against some very lousy fighters, mind. Unfortunately, my party then got pulled up by the Watch. We got off with a warning, though.
But for a brief moment, we had the wonder of rolling Charles (the d8) to see how much damage certain peoples attacks did.
Oh, and whatever you do, don't mention the silk.
That's awesometastic. It's strange how you can get a relatively indifferent response to something you've sensibly and methodologically constructed, yet something that is the product of frustration and haste can hit the nail on the head. Some of the most positive feedback I ever got was for a story I had drafted after a few glasses of good red. I'd scribbled down the most ridiculous scenario and snippets of dialogue that when I woke up, I reread it and thought I had gone bonkers.
Creative writing subject next semester! Infinite glee!