My name is Bond. Raquel Bond.

So, about that regular basis thing. That was a lie. You'll get over it. I hope.

In other news, I have discovered my (ugh, hyphens) alter-ego--her name is Raquel. Raquel is a badass. She plays rugby. She goes into men's dorms (the dorms of my college are segregated by gender). She steals punctuation off signs. She threatens to punch the faces (or genitalia) of people who annoy her. She bakes flippin' sweet cookies rather than study. She makes off-color jokes in front of her professors. She writes edgy short stories about sexy murder.

RJ does yoga. She would never go into a men's dorm, except to wait uncomfortably in the lobby. She surreptitiously fixes the punctuation of signs. She gives hugs and lends lunch money to the people who annoy her. She pines for baked goods as she studies her hundreds of Spanish vocabulary words. She only says off-color jokes in her head and does not allow her amusement to be visible on her face. If she does write edgy short stories, she doesn't publish them.

Raquel has only recently begun to assert her inherently dominant nature (hence, rugby). RJ has recently discovered that being a badass is actually rather exhilarating. Getting smacked in the gut by a football hard enough to sting is kind of fun. She hopes that tackling people (who do and do not annoy her) will be fun too (they haven't let her tackle anyone yet). She is already counting her bruises as if they were laundry quarters.