Gih. I stick my head out from under my covers long enough to look out the window and it's white out there. I dislike snow. And cold. And especially snow. It makes my joints hurt. Bah.

*makes coffee then wraps back up in blankets and reads*

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Wow. It's been, heh. Been a day. Started off with a regular Chemistry class, nothing out of the ordinary there. Lunch might have been muppet chicken for all I know. Dunno. It tasted...genericly chicken-y. I guess muppet chicken would taste like felt. Anyway.

Finally fixed Ander's window. Got my soccer ball back. Al, you owe me one. Also, I have ( Read more... )

Well, today was all sorts of... I can't even describe it. When I got up my back was killing me, I don't even want to think about how bruised up I must be.

I was woken up by the loud sounds of woe and, once up, went buy to see how badly the state of the common room really was. I tried to escape before anyone saw me and put two and two together, ( Read more... )

Oh, fuckcrapshit.

The day started out so well, too ... Al and Sakura and I were out and about kicking around my soccer ball until Al kicked it through a window. Sorry, Anders! Then I got the bright idea of trying out one of the "recipes" in an alchemy book I got since coming here. That went so well.My head is throbbing, my back is throbbing, I ( Read more... )

Okay, the mun is indecisive and needs to go to work now. And is curious what people think.

( What club should Edward join? )

Okay, what the fuck? I'm walking outside the dorm and I nearly get beaned by a random flying chicken. Really. This place is a zoo.

*wanders off to the club fair*

Edward woke to the sound of faint clucking. He blinked for a moment, unsure of what he was hearing and if it was just the last remnants of a dream. When he was quite sure he was awake and the clucking hadn't ceased, he rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head in irritation.

...at least it wasn't frogs again...

Edward had propped his door open again, as per usual. Instead of sitting on the bed, he had his closet door open and was pulling down books, presumably looking for the two who ate their own cage. It worried him that they had gone MIA again, they were his responsibility after all.

Edward will be hiding in his room all weekend (like he's been doing all week, le sigh) - bug him in the comments here if you one - it's six and one half dozen of the other whether or not I'm going to be available this weekend.

Edward is, well, being Edward and hiding in his room. "Hiding" being "sitting on his bed with a book with the door propped open." He didn't have any classes so he was starting to get slightly bored and was considering wandering out looking for trouble, if trouble didn't come and bother him first.