Char

So I called in a favour from an old buddy of mine to help with my campaignin'. Dude's a bit slow, but he's reliable.
Even if nobody votes for me it's likelier than you think, I'm havin' a ball. I'm bringin' a camera next time. I should try for positions of social responsibility a hell of a lot more often.

Rasputin's gotten used to our new room. Poor guy was real stressed lately, s'nice to see him mellow out again. He wrecked a couple of my shirts while I was gone either that or it was Genny so I skipped a couple classes to spend more time with him. Seperation anxiety's normal, especially in strange surroundin's, and I didn't want him thinkin' I was abandonin' him or nothin'. Think I'll be enjoyin' some more time with him this week, too, since some dumbass decided we'd be scuba divin' in PE. If it ain't too nippy out, I think we'll head to the park. I'll teach 'im how to fetch and rub his... abdomen-thingy. He likes that.

...This might seem kinda out of left field, but anybody know anythin' about bakin'?

( Private to self [Unhackable] )

Man, I'm runnin' out of ideas for tricks to teach Rasputin. Maybe I'll just train him to attack General Guy on sight.
This is a big step, but I've decided I ain't gonna tie him to rocks no more. It's gotten to the point where he'd need rocks so big he wouldn't be able to fit through the window, and I know how much he loves his tree. I'm just gonna hafta find some other way to keep him strong.

So I guess Ivy's here again. Whatever.

Hey, Fuzzbutt. If I hear you or your stupid trumpet-bird-thing are givin' Green any trouble, there's gonna be hell to pay.

( Private to Green )
( Private to self, unhackable )



...Y'know what? I deserve a break. I ain't comin' to classes today.