13-March
(pints of Double Chocolate ice cream consumed: 1; pints of Double Chocolate ice cream consumed with the GENERAL!: 1. Conclusion: Life is Very, Very Good!)

8:30 a.m.
At 6:30 this morning, was awakened to sound of animals fighting. Worried about Sugar's fate if battling Space Dog so stumbled over to window to see what was going on. Realized couldn't see without glasses. Duh. Fumbled around blindly for them. World instantly sharpened! In the pale light of dawn, was difficult to make out but looked like that odd gardener who always wears an orange frilly cloak and no, other wasn't Space Dog. This animal was bigger. Nope, not BJ transformed...not that big. Pushing nose against glass...breathed enough to create fog circle!...saw it was a large dog and it was playing intense tug of war with a boot, probably belonging to that gardener guy because he seemed to be hopping around on one foot while growling (not like *He* does--more like "Grrr" over and over). The dog was doing the same. Very difficult to tell who was who--voice-wise. Took awhile for my brain to jumpstart enough to realize that the large animal (not gardener of course) must be that foreign lady's mastiff or whatever. The dog eventually ripped the boot away and ran off. Vocab Man stood there and shook a fist at him. Hmm...wonder if should report?

9:30 a.m.
Was very psyched to hear that Shana's temp secretary is Crow! I love that Œbot. Would love to get his take on "Pure Country"--definitely one of the cheesiest movies *I've* ever seen!

1 p.m.
Trying to organize a "Pep Squad" for the rugby team. Thinking is like this: General likes the NSG look, right? Right. Sooo...he's bound to love the "Cheerleader" look. Wearing tight sweater and short skirt; doing high kicks and split jumps; performing sexy lap dance on those hard thighs of his, and inviting him to touch my pompoms......ahem, where was I? Oh yes, organizing a pep squad and of course, pep rallies to cheer on our Grrls as they kick those wuss-boys' asses over at Wanger College! Woo hoo! (Of course, am assuming that we would play WC. Not sure who else is in our district. Maybe Aya's University That Has So-Far Remained Nameless?)
Anyhoo, a little before noon was on the way to see Jael about her thoughts on the pep squad. After all, it's her team we'd be supporting! Again, anyway, as I was saying, I was on my way to see her and I was passing by one of the beautiful open meadows we have on campus.
Saw Cal, the padawannabe maintenance guy, leaning on the fence, one foot propped up on the bottom board. His cap was turned backwards and he had a piece of straw in his teeth. Gaah! Had strange vision of George Strait in cap and tennis shoes with fake braid! Gaah!
Was about to ask what he was staring at when it became obvious. It was Dande, the wench chick. There she was, lazily cantering her harse across the meadow. The harse's rich coat gleamed golden-red in the sun, his long legs gliding gracefully over the ground. His nostrils flared as he breathed; his long mane and tail both flowing in the wind. What a creature! And of course, Dande perched delicately on his back, her own long, golden locks billowing out behind her along with her gauzy dress. They created a serene picture.
"I just don't get it." Faux-cowboy Cal spoke up.
"What don't you get?" I replied.
"Her." He indicated the wench with a nod of his head. "Why doesn't she go for the General? I mean, like, he's the coolest ever!"
I sighed sympathetically. "Well, *you* know that, and *I* know that, but unfortunately she's just not wired for the General. She's a Mastah chick."
"Well, I mean, you know, General Kenobi's Master was okay and all, cause well, he trained the General and all, but the General is just..." He searched hard for the right description.
"Totally cool," I supplied.
"Yeah! But well, you understand cause you're one of the Ho's, I mean, the Grrls, I mean..."
"It's okay, Cal," I smiled. "Oh, Cal, your braid's slipping."
Immediately his hand clapped over his right ear. "Shit!" And off he went muttering about never being able to find a decent adhesive and how could he ever be as cool as Kenobi without a decent adhesive...
My attention was caught again by Dande's harse galloping off in the distance. A really beautiful animal, so regal, so noble, so powerful. A stallion too, I noted. Stallion...stud... "Shit!" I was late for my appointment with the General! Jael would have to wait.

7:30 p.m.
The things the General can do with his tongue! My God! Take eating ice cream for instance...(And of course he loves Double Chocolate! Much rejoicing!) He was being his usual sexy self and being very playful too (Gives in to girlish bout of giggles over playful General...heeheehee). Naturally, the ice cream was the dessert after some very delicious (ha!) sex. There he was sitting on my bed, all nekkid and gorgeous. The light playing in his hair (all of it--oops! wicked moment there) giving it that golden-red cast...hmm...golden-red...well, he is a stud, that's for sure...anyway, I just sat there transfixed watching his arm and chest muscles move just from the simple act of lifting the spoon to his mouth. Swoon! His tongue flicked out just to taste the ice cream, then his tongue oh-so-slowly swirled around the spoon, licking a portion into his mouth, those bluey-greeny eyes locked onto mine...He rumbled his approval, licking his lips. Eeep! Course his eating ice cream off of one's person..Double and triple eeep! Eating ice cream off the General's person...YUM! And we didn't even touch the jar of nutella he so generously brought. Oh darn...guess we'll have to use that tomorrow. (Does happy dance!)

9:00 p.m.
Sitting with some of the Grrls in the Lounge. "Ally McBeal" coming on. General consensus: Ling is a Sith. But taking an informal poll as to Ally: Ho or Wench.
My opinion: after Double Chocolate Ice Cream with the General, who cares? Mmm...mmm..
Bam! The door slammed open, just about scaring the crap out of us. It was Shana, a *very* pissed off Shana. She was holding...what were those?...plastic flowers? Mangled plastic flowers. How weird is that?
"I want to know how...just exactly how...." she seethed, "one manages to ruin bloody, frickin *PLASTIC* flowers!"

*Cue dramatic music*

-The End