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Post by mags on Jan 20, 2017 13:47:34 GMT -5
i'm doing okay a bit better than yesterday still a little :/ but hangin in <3
how are you??
ooh sounds good to me!! i'd be good w whatever tbh
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 20, 2017 13:51:03 GMT -5
I'm okay with a skip! I have work tonight tho so I probs won't post until later
but fr tho what kind of employer makes someone work 2-8 thats like my whole afternoon wth
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Post by mags on Jan 20, 2017 14:04:18 GMT -5
i just found my dog w a fuzzy sock stuck on her paw. she is such a dork im crying
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 20, 2017 14:59:07 GMT -5
hey, aviva ~ no fun, no fun lol where do you work, if you don't mind me asking? tbh, i used to enjoy working so i often had 8 hr shifts when i was doing part-time and not working for the college I'm a bagger at a grocery store lol))
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 20, 2017 15:17:17 GMT -5
It hasn't been too bad this week tho, it's been pretty slow tbh. But today's inaguration friday so who knows?))
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scar
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Post by scar on Jan 20, 2017 15:24:32 GMT -5
Ariella Faye Harper Ah, poof, all of a sudden the ground started shaking, volcanoes began erupting, and the world began to crumble away into nothing. It was as if the creator had suddenly decided to shake things up, destroy all that was known and familiar simply because she was bored or tired of what she had started. And then--another poof. Everything was back. The only difference? It was Friday. Five days had passed in the lives of the characters who knew not that they were pawns for their masters' entertainment, and boy, were they in for a treat.
But in all seriousness, Friday had rolled around more quickly than expected, and Syllabus Week had ended as soon as it had begun, marking the end of the first week of Junior year for the residents of what had recently been nicknamed the "House of Misfit Toys"--quite an accurate description for the rather odd mix of students. Campus was alight with a buzzing energy as students bustled from one building to the next, searching for their next class, taking a coffee break, or finding a quite space to study or converse with friends. The now-independent, adultish peoples moved around the campus with practiced ease, first-year students as the exception to these graceful strolls with their own uniquely skittish jaunts, and the student population began to settle into the familiar rhythm that was college life. During the day, movements were more hurried as students raced the clock to make it to lecture before the doors closed but professors' mouths opened. Bodies sagged with relief at the end of the hour sessions, allowing their typically bored and sore hands to drop their writing utensils or move away from the keys of their portable electronics. Bags were packed up once more, and the ten minute passing time between class hours were filled with passing greetings, jogs across campus, or the sweet, sweet relief of a break in classes for the next hour or so. By the end of the day, the staff lots began to empty, and the stuffy old folk known affectionately as professors hurried on to their own abodes, just as relieved as the students to be rid of the classroom for the day.
By the time 4:10pm appeared on the dim screen of Miss Ariella Faye Harper's cellular device, the young lass had already received a set of proofs to write, four programs to complete, and three draining chapters in Elementary Differential Equations and Boundary Value Problems, all of which were due at some point before the following Wednesday. So this was what her fall semester would consist of? The thought brought an exasperated huff to her lips, air pushing from her mouth, and a hand was raised to rub the exhaustion from her dark, mud-colored eyes. Shoving the blue textbook into her backpack, the slim lass pushed her chair behind the desk and stood, tossing her bag over her shoulder. Practice started in twenty minutes, so she'd need to run back to the share-house to grab her red and white duffle before heading to practice. Luckily for her, the Jackson building sat only two minutes from her residence, and she could typically make it back and to the gymnasium in five. Shifting the strap across her shoulder, the raven-haired student glided back to her room, deposited her academic items, exchanging the book bag for her volleyball duffle, and headed to practice with the team for the next two hours.
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Once practice had ended and the team had finished conversing, joking, and participating in normal, after-practice, team-like actions, Ariella strolled away from the Vincent Athletic Complex, toward the well-preserved house on the corner, across from the newly installed Badger Brew coffee shop. She pulled out her phone to check the time and sift through texts and notifications before returning it to her pocket in exchange for her house keys, slipping the metal into the lock and pushing the wooden slab to reveal the inside of her home. The lights illuminated the kitchen area, indicating the presence of at least one of her housemates, and her gaze searched the area for whoever had left them on.
Shrugging away her curiosity, she moved toward the refrigerator, gaze darting to the list of names dashed across a piece of looseleaf. Stella Hamilton. It was the brunette's turn to produce dinner for the household, and a small smile appeared on Ari's face as she read the name. Not her turn to cook! She was a few days after the other girl, so she'd have some time to figure something out, thankfully. Turning away from the cooking schedule, the twenty-one year old dashed up the stairs toward her room to deposit her gym bag and take a quick shower.
Her thick, brown hair fell across her shoulders, soaking the tee she had thrown on in her rush to leave the bathroom open for someone else. Feeling much cleaner and ready to crack down on some work, Ari picked up her backpack once more and trudged down the stairs to find a place on the floor in the living room, settling into a corner near an outlet. She needed to get some work done if she wanted a relatively clear conscience when she headed out later that night.
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Post by Amber on Jan 20, 2017 17:15:41 GMT -5
Ugh I just had to take care of an unfortunate incident x/
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Post by mags on Jan 20, 2017 17:18:22 GMT -5
mis why is ur writing so beautiful ugh teach me ur ways pls
aww ambz!! </3 you okay?
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Post by Amber on Jan 20, 2017 17:21:13 GMT -5
Hey mags! i hope you feel better <3
I'm fine ^^ got home from shopping, school, and visiting the emergency room for antibiotics and then got home and found out a weasel got into our chicken coop it's the middle of the winter here so now we have a dead chicken in a box in the back of the truck until the special dump opens
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Post by torr on Jan 20, 2017 17:26:48 GMT -5
Hey guys!! Headed home for the weekend so I'll be on later tonight <3
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Post by mags on Jan 20, 2017 17:35:52 GMT -5
ur a dank warrior omg i'm LAUGHING i won't be hushed ur writing is always gorg <3 i love
AW NO AMBZ it sounds like u have had a super rough day!! feel better bby <33
drive safely, torr!! <3
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Post by torr on Jan 20, 2017 20:04:57 GMT -5
thanks babs<3 made it alive thankfully
it was so frikin foggy tho i almost drove off the road several times whoops
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 21:10:57 GMT -5
Did we time skip?
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Post by mags on Jan 20, 2017 21:24:38 GMT -5
i'm going to a party tonight so i prob won't reply tonight, but i'll for sure be able to reply tomorrow c;
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Post by mags on Jan 20, 2017 21:30:26 GMT -5
feeling okay! better than yesterday. thanks for asking <3
hahaha dw mis, i'm #responsible i only make the Best Decisions ;D
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