omgwtfbbq?!

I'm covering the class this week, only I just went to the class notes I spent hours working on yesterday, only to find that it didn't save when we lost power thanks to massive thunderstorm (and I gave up and went to bed)

*killinates laptop*

So, it will be up, but late.

Sorry, guys.

With damp hair haphazardly thrown in a pony-tail, Elizabeth was sitting crosslegged on Janet's bed, a legal pad in her hands and her laptop open on the bed beside her.


 [[ooc: Open, although thread with janet_fraiser is locked to her alone and will happen after anything else taking place.]]

Marty woke up, desperate for a cigarette. She reached out for the packet on her bedside table only to discover that they weren't there.

Five minutes later, a fruitless search turned up no cigarettes and also no Pink Ladies jacket.

Marty resisted the urge to stop her foot as she delved back into the clothes, returning with a pink shirt that was perhaps a little too low cut and a little too tight. But hey! They were seniors now.

She fluffed up her curls confidently. Hopefully she'd be able to bum a cigarette off someone.

Elizabeth was only really half awake, as she stretched out along the bed.

The fact that she still couldn't really remember what she and Janet were talking about on Monday still bothered her slightly; there had been the gym and then they'd ended back in the room. According to Peter, everyone had been telling each other the truth all day. In which case, it was probably a good thing that they'd all forgotten it.

There had been some sort of deja vu in the writing workshop and also when she'd brought lunch to Janet yesterday.

Other than that, things had been pretty normal; taking books back to the library, hanging out in the common room (although strangely the third floor one for once).

There was just the thing about submitting something photographic for the art fair. Veronica might have suggested shots of the cheerleaders - and she'd even got some of them flying yesterday. But there was the whole issue of Janet killing her. Which would so not be good.

Elizabeth turned to look at the clock and groaned slighly. It was far too early, she decided, curling back up again.

Ow.

Elizabeth couldn't believe that she'd been talked into trying out as a cheerleader.

She was supposed to be the person who talked other people into doing things; not the other way around.

But she'd done it

And even though she'd done the exercises she'd promised Janet she'd do, her shoulder still hurt after it.

So she was lying on her bed with an ice-pack on it.

Hooray for the numbing of pain!!


[[ooc: Curtain is open]]

Elizabeth had opened a bottle of wine this evening,


Her day had started out very good indeed [[link nws]]. Later? Less good, although she didn't know why that had affected her so much. Tired and not enough coffee she supposed.

And as for the argument? The less said about that, the better. Although she was feeling so guilty about that. She needed to apologize, but just didn't know how. She wouldn't be surprised if Janet didn't even want to listen to her.

Going to the gym had helped take her mind off things. She met "English" Peter, and had discussed the current world political formation and the violent history that had existed between his time and hers and is still being played once I get some brainpower back.

Visiting the first floor lobby, she had been impressed with amount of shirtless boys. Parker definitely deserved her shoes for that. She'd got a couple of great shots of Jack topless and they'd discussed Jello and pudding wrestling and how they could take it on the road.

But the fun and lightheartedness couldn't last. She'd said goodbye to Angel, and the only tears had fallen when she had gotten back into the room. After washing her face, she'd headed back out only to find out that Logan was leaving too.

Elizabeth sighed. She knew changes had to come. But that didn't mean that she had to like them.

Elizabeth was hungover.

Yes.

Alas, there was no denying this.

Somehow this was all Rodney's fault.

Yes.

Elizabeth figured that she was probably going to have to apologize to her roommates.

Considering that her notes had somehow taken over the room.

There was Medieval English history there and US Government thataway and psych was somewhere in that direction.

Not to mention everything she was ever going to need for the political campaigning presention, which she was currently reviewing. Again

At least they were colorful notes?

Elizabeth sat cross-legged on her bed as she counted up the votes for the Prom Royalty.

After double counting the votes, she took four envelopes and wrote a name on four slips of paper. Slipping them into the appropriate envelope, she sealed them up.

All done.




[[ooc: If anyone's still needing prom tickets, this is probably going to be the best time to catch her for that. Anyone else is welcome too]]