I Have Nothing To Write...

...but that's hardly stopping me. I am troubled. I am reading way too much realistic fiction. It's getting to me. I can hardly wait for school to begin so as I am enabled to impose my eccentricities upon the general public. By the way, you needn't suggest that I get out and do so anyway. I do not intend to leave my lair for much of anything. Sort of. I think this attitude has something to do with a badly-informed notion of the "world;" i.e., Why waste my awesomeness on those people? Which brings me to another point: my crippling case of wanderlust. Despite all that I say, I really WANT to leave my lair (I've got a portable one, you see) and impose my eccentricities. (How I love that phrase.) Mostly, I suppose, I want to get into the school atmosphere and wreak havoc there. I'm dying to find a relationship, just like the ones in those damnably intrusive reality stories I'm currently reading, and manipulate it. BLA HA HA HA HA! I should like to get my Cosmic Mixing Spoon into the mess that is the Universe and stir things up a little.
AND IT'S DRIVING ME MAD!
Which brings me to another point, regarding the Universe and Cosmic Mixing Spoons and Stirring Things Up a Little: Maybe I could create a rent in the Fabric of Time, which opens onto a different time period. (Sorry, I've got Kate and Leopold, which is a pretty good movie about a man from the 1890s who comes to the 21st century [and falls in love, which is irrelevant] through such a rent, on the brain...) and then hang around there! I think I'd do rather nicely there...seeing as I can't really stand the people I rub shoulders with today... (nothing personal.) (Actually, come to think of it, I don't rub shoulders. I can't stand physical contact. It drives me crazy. So HA!)

Oh, but I like being contradictory.