November 2
Number of fists emphatically slammed to table: 17 or so
Number of times waitstaff has had to refill Xu's water: 4.
Number of times requested to extinguish cig: 7, by same murderous waitstaff
Shall never again discuss politics with Xu. Shall remain model of restraint and poise as most loyal companion descends into some hellish pit of ignorance. Shall not chain smoke again today, as throat currently feels as if it has recently been engaged in fellatio with overly-amorous fire god after yesterday's foray into political discussion.
"You can't honestly believe that she's going to improve anything for anyone except those that make sure she lives a very, very comfortable life."
"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you, Miss 'It's not a bribe if it has a red bow'?"
"That was not a bribe!"
"You gave that slimy bastard an A, though, didn't you?"
Must remember that Xu has unhealthy obsession with my more...enthusiastic students. Must also remember that Xu has broken records with her marksmanship and that her office affords her a fine view of all common areas on campus.
"He earned that A! He worked very hard to..."
"To tie that bow so neatly? Yes, that was some impressive bow-tying if I've ever seen any."
Shall strangle her with said bow at next opportunity. Shall leave her on doorstep of her chosen candidate with a carefully worded note detailing plans for worldwide coup.
"You're one to talk! Just last week you said you were voting based on who has the nicest legs!"
"That's not what I said at all and you know it!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"You said that..."
"I said that the only way I'm voting for either of them is dependent on which one can deliver the best roundhouse! If we're going to end up in some goddawful war, I at least want to see coverage of our leader drop kicking the enemy on the news before we all die."
Hm. Must mentally revisit this, as had consumed four or five cosmos at that point and memory is indeed blurry. Must also revisit this to solve the mystery of the Blue Ass Cheek, as am now fairly certain that roundhouse kick competition began at that point and I fell into coffee table.
"So what are you going to do if you don't see some martial arts competition?"
"Meh. Probably stay home, get blackout drunk."
"And deny yourself the opportunity to participate in the system that refused for so long to give..."
Was so into passionate defense of equality for women voters that I did not notice that I had one foot on the table and the other in the chair, the ashes of my cigarettes falling around me like I was rising from the ashes of the Patriarchy. The fist pounding into my chest like the thundering feet of a thousand marching activists did not make the waiter cease his glaring. Clearly he is misogynist swine.
"Oh god. Sit down, Quistis. The last time you got into Suffragist Mode, we had to walk home from the strip club because they wouldn't let us back inside for our keys."
"But it's so important that you vote!"
"Ugh. Fine. Whatever. Just don't get me arrested before voting day."
