princessarcasm: (bed)
2015-03-01 09:18 am
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OOC: Availability Lungs Are Stupid

So I've had pneumonia for almost a week now, hooray. I thought I'd be doing a lot of RPing because my bed is by far the best place to be, but writing is hard under the circumstances so I've mostly been sleeping and whining at my roommates. I apologize to those whose 3MD threads I completely blew off yesterday and for my continued fail at threading in a reasonably prompt manner. I will eventually get back to the things I dropped, but it's haaaard and my lungs don't like me doing fun things. Lungs are stupid.
princessarcasm: (hot sunglasses)
2015-02-19 02:44 pm

Room 306, Thursday Evening

Like everyone else, Amy was having a hard time focusing this week. So when she got back from work, her first move was to grab a cold shower that lasted a decent amount longer than she had imagined needing. It didn't help that the faces and bodies of certain people she had met here in Fandom kept swimming into her head, interrupting the stream of Karma-Karma-Karma with a mental broadcast that was a little bit more... confusing.

So when she got back to her room, she changed into shorts and a tank top and flopped on her bed. Maybe some light studying for her Geometry class would help her calm down.

...Then again, maybe she'd start developing a weird attraction to figures and angles.

{open, expecting one~}
princessarcasm: (annoyed)
2015-01-18 09:59 am

Room 306, Sunday Morning

Amy was finally down to only a handful of things left to unpack, and one of those things was the baggie of glow-in-the-dark stars Karma had given her when they were little.

Here in a shared bedroom, she had less space to work with (she didn't want to cover more than her fair share of the room's surface area, after all), but it felt weird not having them up.

So Amy found herself standing on her bed on top of a messy stack of pillows and rolled-up hoodies, trying to get high up enough to reach the ceiling. Unfortunately, the pillow stack kept tipping over and forcing her to rapidly move out of the way if she didn't want to fall all of the way off the bed.

She wasn't having an easy time with it.

"Fuck! Fucking fuck. How did I ever get these up at home in the first place?"

{halfway open door, open post!}
princessarcasm: (honest)
2015-01-01 04:36 pm

The Raudenfeld-Cooper House, Thursday Afternoon Fandom Time

With just two days left to go before she had to be in Maryland for a semester, Amy had planned to spend the day packing up her things and avoiding her mother and Bruce as much as possible. They had just gotten back from their honeymoon on Monday, and it was clear from their unsubtle displays of PDA in the hallways that they still weren't used to being around people with their just-married hormones at an all-time high.

With Karma's rejection fresh in Amy's mind and a box of Plan B still burning a hole in the bathroom garbage, all the displays of sex and romance were making her a little nauseous. More than anything, she just wanted to spend the day by herself before she had to muster up the energy to socialize with new people over the weekend.

Unfortunately for Amy, her plans were thwarted by Karma, who showed up around mid-afternoon with a bouquet of balloons and a paper bag stuffed with bleach-free cleaning products and rubberless rubber gloves. )

{establishy! NFB + NFI!}
princessarcasm: (sass)
2014-12-13 09:39 pm
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