I was assigned to a battlefield, a place of unholy chaos and terror the likes I'd never seen before-and I had been to some....odd...places. A rampaging koala could not have wreaked as much havoc. Death, destruction, and mystical mayhem.
I was at the U of S bookstore on the first day of classes.
Of course, I had gone at 9 am....the line was as long as time itself. Coming back-OMG WHO JUST SCREAMED D: -ten minutes later showed the line having shortened considerably. (This may be due to the little things I noticed-but more on that below.) I waded through the mass of texts and people crouched and sobbing in my quest to find the Almighty Texts. I was a bit disconcerted with the blood around the Political section, but mentally waved it off as an accidental fall into a shelf.
Unfortunately, I hadn't counted on the Guardians of the Books.
As it turns out, the U of S bookstore's renovations included their adding merchandise supporting said university. What was not advertised was the accidental aquiring of some creatures of myths and legends-and for good reason, I suspect. They were there to protect the books, and they had done an excellent job of it. -blooood eeeevarywheeere-
Needless to say, I ended up fighting a few Daityas using the Gewgaw, made a deal with Sekhmet involving candy and a few blood oaths, and gave a Xaphan a lighter to help him out.
All in all, a successful mission, I'd say. Many people were not as pleased as they attempted to wrestle with the Guardians of the Books of their particular genre. Oh, and it turns out the Politics Guardian was a giant tick.
Moving on! Moving up~
In class today, our teacher said she wouldn't ask us to jump around or dance on desks.
...I was a little disappointed.
Pondering: If it is possible to die from snowflake inhalation
Listening to: Sir Inksalot's disquieting fan problem
Soon be doing: Reading a text for Wednesday
Want to be: Playing guitar
~here we go exorcising, exorcising, exorcising~