I had a very peculiar dream last night, and Lol-taire was in it.
Actually, Lol-taire was the main character of the dream. She was throwing a tea-party at her house, and it was a very big affair: hundreds of persons strolling around in the never ending backyard, with XVIII century dresses and top hats, thousands of tables full of teapots, and teacups, and teaspoons, and tea, and biscuits, and M&S cakes, and toasts, and jams, and sugar, and plates, and cutlery, everything carefully polished to reflect the light so that it seemed to be noon and not midnight. As I was walking around I spotted this cupcake with a sad-face icing drawing, and I decided to eat it. Just as I was about to take the cupcake, Lol-taire slapped my hand and whispered "don't eat it! it's poisoned! If you eat it, you will be sad your whole life, and, why, being sad is not nice, is it?". Then she just smiled, turned around, and gave a moving speech about tea trees and rabbits. Oh, did I mention her house resembles Sudbury Hall a lot?

Why, thanks Lol-taire, I think you did me a favour not letting me have that cupcake!

Changing topic:
I'm happy, and tranquil, and enjoying life. There's no drama, no suffering. My classes are boring, but chatting with someone makes them funnier. I may or may not come out to my parents. I'm not in a hurry to come out, so it's not troubling me right now whether to tell them or not. Life's nice and easy :)