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It's only a few weeks into the school term and, if Olive were sensible, she'd be studying. Today's a light day, meaning she has plenty of time to do so, if she just buckles down, and it's not like she isn't a focused, disciplined student when she wants to be. Even without these grades contributing to the college applications she won't be writing over the next month or two - and she doesn't even want to think about that and how long she's been here, not in that light - she loves her classes. And given that she's got Mark's computer sciences course in a few hours, the smart thing to do would be to make the most of the moment to study for tomorrow, especially since she has to work hard to keep up with biophysics.
Sometimes, though, sometimes she just needs to take a moment and breathe. And laugh. She all but forgot about the copy of Cosmo she picked up off the bookshelf out of boredom (and a little curiosity) this morning after class, but it was still in there when she got out to the beach a little while ago. Indulging in the whole cliché of sunbathing and reading trashy magazines privately cracks her up, but not nearly as much as the magazine itself.
She's only vaguely familiar with the actress on the cover, a blonde named Anna Faris, and she's already had to shake her head disdainfully at the articles more than once (sleeping on his back "shows that he's secure and optimistic," "extremely self-confident"? Yeah, okay, she loves her boyfriend, but she's not delusional). But then, that's part of the fun. She's passed these magazines over in grocery stores and on the bookshelf a million times and laughed at their ridiculous headlines (how the hell does any magazine come up with hundreds of sex tips every single month? They're just making shit up now). Actually checking out what's between the covers has her torn between cringing in horror and shrieking with laughter.
Every half a minute or so, as she pours over the tips listed up and down the page (four columns a page no less. She's almost impressed how many different ways there are to say the same thing), she stops to pull a face and stifle a snort of laughter. Every now and then, her brow raises and she nods to the side, before bursting out laughing again. "Yeah, no," she says, and she doesn't care she's talking to a magazine, because, well, that's never stopped her before. How anyone doesn't feel ridiculous pulling some of this - well, no, she's not sure anyone actually does these things. "Ew. Oh! Oh, God, what the - oh, oh, God, no, no, no, no, that - that can only end in tears."
Correction: she hopes no one does some of these things.
[CLOSED to new tags, thank you. :D]
Sometimes, though, sometimes she just needs to take a moment and breathe. And laugh. She all but forgot about the copy of Cosmo she picked up off the bookshelf out of boredom (and a little curiosity) this morning after class, but it was still in there when she got out to the beach a little while ago. Indulging in the whole cliché of sunbathing and reading trashy magazines privately cracks her up, but not nearly as much as the magazine itself.
She's only vaguely familiar with the actress on the cover, a blonde named Anna Faris, and she's already had to shake her head disdainfully at the articles more than once (sleeping on his back "shows that he's secure and optimistic," "extremely self-confident"? Yeah, okay, she loves her boyfriend, but she's not delusional). But then, that's part of the fun. She's passed these magazines over in grocery stores and on the bookshelf a million times and laughed at their ridiculous headlines (how the hell does any magazine come up with hundreds of sex tips every single month? They're just making shit up now). Actually checking out what's between the covers has her torn between cringing in horror and shrieking with laughter.
Every half a minute or so, as she pours over the tips listed up and down the page (four columns a page no less. She's almost impressed how many different ways there are to say the same thing), she stops to pull a face and stifle a snort of laughter. Every now and then, her brow raises and she nods to the side, before bursting out laughing again. "Yeah, no," she says, and she doesn't care she's talking to a magazine, because, well, that's never stopped her before. How anyone doesn't feel ridiculous pulling some of this - well, no, she's not sure anyone actually does these things. "Ew. Oh! Oh, God, what the - oh, oh, God, no, no, no, no, that - that can only end in tears."
Correction: she hopes no one does some of these things.
[CLOSED to new tags, thank you. :D]