Angela had one of those timetables this time around that left her with a giant mid-week gap... Okay, so it was a two day mid-week gap. Big enough ( Read more... )

After everything that had gone down yesterday, Angela was in the mood for just plain relaxation today. Tiring weekend, all in all.

So in her case, this involved lounging on her bed with a Cosmo that she wasn't really reading, and trying to talk herself out of saying anything to Dean about what Peyton had told her, even if she wanted to.

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It was still pretty early, but Angela was definitely more awake when she stopped back at her own room, to change into something she wouldn't mind roadtripping in, and scrawl out a little note (complete with oh so helpful illustrations) to let Hannibal know where it was she'd disappeared off to ( Read more... )

This is probably at least a little expected by some, since I've bitching about the extra work for weeks. From tomorrow until Saturday? FINAL FINALS TIME.

So just a heads up that my girls (that's flashesforinfo and pastmewrong) will likely be a little scarcer than they have been as I try to cram as much knowledge as possible into my brain and hope nothing I squashed in ( Read more... )

So, cabins ( Read more... )

God, this week was exhausting already, and it was still only Monday. The weekend could probably be blamed for most of that.

It was really kind of a feat that Angela made it back to her room after art club with both Kendal and enough pizza for a... somewhat decent dinner (you didn't think she was going to be doing any cooking, right?) without ( Read more... )

After an... uh, unusual awakening earlier, Hannibal had taken himself off for 'fresh air' or... whatever, which left Angela with a small over-excitable child to deal with.

It was impossible to keep Kendal cooped up in the room, without her climbing all over everything so Angela was herding her down the corridor to take her outside and make her run ( Read more... )

In retrospect, venturing outside tonight had been a really, really bad plan ( Read more... )

All Angela really had to do today, was go to cheerleading ( Read more... )

Angela had a nice weekend. A quiet one, all told. She wasn't going to complain.

Things hadn't changed much for her on that front as it progressed into Monday, and she'd done little more than get some simple, mundane but necessary tasks sorted out, and go to art clubNow she was back, had bumped up the volume on her stereo, and was moving and ( Read more... )