Exams. Yay.

[mysisterishot]

One more chapter. Sweet, sweet Chemistry. Will miss this text. Might gonna keep it. After exams. Make a little spot.

Ancient Art History can... go suck helium. Don't even know. Fuck that class. Cave paintings. Wtfwhocares.

[Posted via phone from somewhere under a nest of blankets, notes, and textbooks on the floor by the couch in college

Comments

[formula_caf2]

Ahaha, chemistry is going well then?

[mysisterishot]

S'a good class. I like molecules. Bio Chemistry's next semester. Should be almost as good.

[formula_caf2]

Molecules are your favorite part? ^___^

Only almost? Ah, biochemistry ... proteins and lipids and nucleic acids!

[mysisterishot]

They're kind of important.

Inorganic's more fun. More things to blow up.

[nami_ga_ii]

*Hibari himself was busy napping, but when he woke up and checked journals.. well. Huh. That was a little incoherent. Completely disheveled and clad in rumpled pajamas, he padded out of his room with a big yaaaawn. Heading into the common area, he looked around.. hm. He didn't s--oh. What was that under the table? He crouched by it to investigate and gave the blanket pile a poke.*

[mysisterishot]

*the pile makes a little mrrph noise and scrunches up*

[nami_ga_ii]

*He blinked... and then lifted up the blanket just enough to slide under with him.*

Can I join the party? What are you doing under here?

[mysisterishot]

*sneezes repeatedly and tries to duck his head back under the blankets*

M'busy. Studying. S'cold in here.

[whatis3rdbase]

You okay? You sound kinda brain-fuzzy!

[mysisterishot]

Mrrrr. I'm working very hard on things.

[whatis3rdbase]

....you're totally sick, aren't you.

[mysisterishot]

You're sick. Not me. I got stuff to do. It's cold in here.