unamaga | wah, boo

Thanks, LJ, for eating my entire entry. Really.

Anyway, sorry I haven't been around much, it's been a little crazy, what with classes staring on Monday and me lacking any schedule whatsoever. I think I've finally got down five that I want to take, though!

Philosophical Issues Concerning Animals
Introduction to Anthropology
The Immigrant Experience in Literature, Film, and Photography
Decade in Crisis: The 1960's
New York City Folklore

If any of those get taken away from me, I will probably cry right in the middle of the registration office. Tears of bitter, bitter anguish. I mean, look at those! Mmmm, educational.

Also, I'll totally have Friday off. I'm thinking of shifting my mental weekend to Friday-Saturday, and then taking Sunday as my preparation day, because I have classes solidly from 10:45 AM to 3:00 PM, and then another from 4:45 to 6:00 that night. That's...I definitely need some prep for that.

In more cheerful news, I'm getting a new computer! It's all shiny and pretty and FAST. I kinda want to make out with it, and then write more of the Buffy AU I have going. Rodney is a slayer! Elizabeth wears tweed and tends the library! John has fangs and a soul! Wackiness ensues.

“God, do you ever shut up?” a voice drawls.

Rodney collects himself and turns around, punching the stranger right in the nose.

“Woops, sorry,” he says. “Only, not. Who the hell sneaks up on someone like that? I could be an axe murderer or have – have pedestrian rage. Are you a complete imbecile? Actually, wait, are you?”

Rodney narrows his eyes curiously at the man, who he can now see is quite attractive – barring the way he’s glowering and cupping a hand over his bloody nose. His hair is in a kind of charming disarray that Rodney is sure takes hours to perfect, and his angular face is very handsome. Symmetrical. Rodney likes symmetry.

The guy shakes the pain off fast, wiping his hand uncaringly on his tight, black t-shirt and putting his palms out: I give. “I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry.” A smirk. “I don’t bite.”

wah, boo

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