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See, now when I sing it wrong, you can laugh.
I was very brain-missing today whee It would've been funny if it hadn't been so sad crying I couldn't remember my locker combo this morning when I went to put KKJ up. I turned the first number, then couldn't remember the next one xd I had to stop and actually think "okay, what comes after the 11?" I usually only have to think about my PE locker combo...
oh, and I'm really really glad that Day 4 doesn't fall on a Friday for a long time. Lorentz gives us a ton of work when we rotate out on a Friday! @_@ Or she makes us read a section that we know absolutely nothing about and have to figure out on our own. It's really difficult. It shouldn't be, but it is crying
okay, i'm gonna type up what I have of my short story. Incidentally *laugh* Amanda and I were having a chat about how we really wanted more time to write the story. Not a week xd It's so odd that I'm being so nice to her. I guess it's just the good influences around me ^_^
short story will be up...shortly xd
~nepie
Soft, rippling notes filled the still air of the bedroom. A narrow band of sunlight shone brightly through a gap in the dark blinds and lit up part of the far wall, a barren white wasteland. Just below the line of morning light, the still-sleeping occupant of one of the room's two beds stirred slightly. But the ritual of waking up wasn't quite finished. The sunlight disappeared behind the blinds. The music quieted slightly. Then, in a perfectly planned accord, the sun burst through the blinds again as the music reached its loudest point, electric guitars and drums joining the softer piano, and with a sudden jerk, Gabrielle sat up and opened her eyes.
Now that she was awake, the morning ritual could continue. She slid quietly from the bed, silencing the music as she rose, and headed for the ajoining bathroom, pausing only to take her clothes from the closet, her pre-chosen outfit all on one hanger. As she closed the door, she glanced at the other bed. Its inhabitant was still sound asleep, the state in which Gabrielle (disliked her roommate least/liked her roommate best).
After the door was firmly shut, she flipped the lights on, automatically closing her eyes to block out the blinding white tiles and sink. Whoever had designed the bathroom had no sense, in Gabrielle's opinion. She opened her eyes just enough to find the handle of the sink, twisted it, and closed her eyes again as she washed her hands. She didn't need to open her eyes to find the handle; it was just habit.
When she reached for the towel to dry her hands, she carefully opened her eyes. They had adjusted to the blinding white of the bathroom as much as was possible, just as they had every other morning. Glancing in the mirror, Gabrielle saw that her hair had managed to escape from her ponytail holder and form a tangled mass. She reached for her brush with her right hand as she futilely tried to free the holder with her left hand. She gave it a brutal tug but desisted as a sharp pain started at her roots. She gave the tangles a fierce glare in the mirror before attacking them with the brush.
Ten minutes and many angry tugs later, Gabrielle finally managed to tame her unruly hair and brush it up into a neat ponytail. She grimaced as she realized she was now behind schedule. She moved quickly, trading her grey pajamas for her outfit of the day: a dark green polo over dark, carefully ironed jeans. She slipped her feet into faded brown loafers, her favorite pair of shoes. A habitual glance at the clock told her she had managed to win back some of her lost minutes. She dashed quickly out of the bathroom, not bothering to turn out the light. She took swift, practiced steps across the living room, avoiding the scattering of furniture. She had done this perfectly so many times that is was quite a surprise when her foot caught on the strap of a lounging backpack and sent her crashing to the floor.
"How many times do I have to tell that girl not to leave her junk lying on the floor!" she muttered. Angrily, she kicked her foot free of the blue culprit, dragged herself to her feet, and picked the offending item up. She stormed back to the bedroom and dropped it at the foot of the other bed, giving the bed an irritable kick before she stormed back through the bathroom, through the living room, and into the kitchenette.
That's all I've got for now!
 nepie · Mon Sep 24, 2007 @ 10:34pm · 0 Comments |
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