Memes. Oh, there are so many memes flying around.

I found a flex-curve still in its packaging at tuition on Saturday. I saw the cover and smiled. I showed Kelly, she smiled. And not in the patronizing way we've perfected.

As in, a smile of genuine joy. Something rare enough for her.

It read,

SEX BOMB
BY
TOM JONES

Yes, it's that song used as the theme song for the Abridging of Haruhi Suzumiya.

Sex bomb, sex bomb
You're a sex bomb
Baby you can give it to me when you come along
Sex bomb, sex bomb
You're a sex bomb
And baby you can turn me on

Now everything we can connect to Tom Jones, we'll use it. Like saying things are so easy, any Tom, Jones and Harry can use it.

Next meme. An old joke of ours we made, involving wordplay. I don't swear so much nowadays, see. So I use euphemisms, which makes horribly good puns. Like hardclaw prawn action. The first time I thought of it, Kelly was eating prawns.

Do you want some more hardclaw prawn action?

She couldn't swallow anything for the next minute.

And the twisted idioms. Oh, the twisted idioms.

When life gives you lemons... squeeze out Milo and call yourself David Blaine.
When life gives you lemons... get a new god.
When life gives you lemons... don't sign for them. Life can't give them to you then.

It's a dog-eat-dog world, bitch.

Et cetera.

This leads me to my mood swings. Yes, that is a non-sequitur that I added in just for fun.

I wonder why people seem surprised when it happens. I got into a fight today for example. I was blocked by a hand. I swatted hand away with my book. I hit the elbow the wrong way. Fought.

Then just as I seemed like I was going to start bringing in pressure points and techniques more underhanded than throwing punches, I stopped. And walked off. Much to the dislike of the audience.

Seriously, why haven't I gotten in trouble for these fights anyway?

Ah, I shouldn't question my good fortune anyway.

Then I have incidents when I jump around from emotion to emotion based on who I'm with, and whether I'm online or not. One incident I remember was when I joked around with Kelly, while I was in an all-out flame war on 4chan.

Oh, how I wish Kelly would be back in school with me. It's no fun without her. My classmates aren't exactly as pure as they act, but they still draw the line. Much further back than I'd prefer, in fact. I've got some success in corrupting some friends, but let's face it. There's only that much I can do. I need the Internet, and I need to break down some of their inner psychological barriers. That ain't an easy feat. Unless I become a female, younger and able-bodied version of Charles Xavier, no way I'd be doing that.

And now, time for the alphabet!
A is for Absolve
B is for Boisterous
C is for Catatonic
D is for Defenestrate
E is for Equestrian
F is for Finagle
G is for Gastronomical
H is for Hepatic
I is for Isometric
J is for Jean Jacques Rosseau
K is for Ketones
L is for Languid
M is for Masochist
N is for Niacin
O is for Oligarchy
P is for Perchance
Q is for Quadragenarian
R is for Riboflavin
S is for Sesquipedalian
T is for Tautological
U is for Umbilical
V is for Verily
W is for Wolfram
X is for Xenophile
Y is for Yttrium
Z is for Zirconium

Damn, that took me quite a while...

Mabel, Bored to tears.