Rory decided, as she crawled into bed, that life was, if not good, at least not entirely sucky in all respects.

There were lots of friend- type people to distract her from any and all anxiety or woe.

And there was Jaye, who not only got to live with a billion cute boys, but who had invited Rory over. So she had gone, because duh ( Read more... )

After spending the evening in her room actually reading and doing some SAT practice work, Rory eyed the notepad she had picked up last night. Because I like doing linkdrops like this, omg, and it's canon.

Feeling, once again, supremely silly, but remembering how much better she had felt the night before, she grabbed her pen, and began to ( write )

So, sometimes Rory is an enormous dork.

And sometimes she's emo about it.

Which is why she had spent the last few hours curled up in bed with George the Ewok and The Count of Monte Cristo open. Ostensibly she was reading. Of course, when she'd only made it a hundred pages in after four hours, even she had to acknowledge that try as she might, she ( Read more... )