Room 415, Saturday Afternoon
She had packing to do, and as usual it involved a ridiculous amount of luggage. But talking to Rose yesterday had somehow pushed Kennedy's thoughts in the direction of what the hell she was going to do with her life if being the Slayer wasn't ever going to happen, and her workout earlier today hadn't done much to clear her head. (That was ironic; usually hitting things made things simpler.)
Going to college still sounded boring, and she still didn't want to do it, but somehow she found herself taking breaks from cramming clothes and shoes into her suitcases to look over the brochures Constance had sent her, spread over her desk in haphazard style. It'd be something, right? Maybe she could find a major that wouldn't be too much of a pain. Maybe she could--
Screw it, she still didn't know. She didn't really want to think about doing anything else, and the fact that this was probably the one thing in her life that she'd never be able to get by talking someone into it or getting Dad to wave a check? That was frustrating, and nearly impossible for her to understand. A week in Hawaii sounded like a way better thing to focus on.
Back to packing it was, then, and she'd just crank up the Old Man Markley album she'd picked up off iTunes on a whim this morning while she did. It was... a lot more fun than she'd be expecting it to be. Huh.
[[mmm, punk bluegrass from a local band. yeah, i have a new musical obsession. this was a totally gratuitous attempt to shoehorn in a link to that video somewhere, but the door and post are open, why not?]]
Going to college still sounded boring, and she still didn't want to do it, but somehow she found herself taking breaks from cramming clothes and shoes into her suitcases to look over the brochures Constance had sent her, spread over her desk in haphazard style. It'd be something, right? Maybe she could find a major that wouldn't be too much of a pain. Maybe she could--
Screw it, she still didn't know. She didn't really want to think about doing anything else, and the fact that this was probably the one thing in her life that she'd never be able to get by talking someone into it or getting Dad to wave a check? That was frustrating, and nearly impossible for her to understand. A week in Hawaii sounded like a way better thing to focus on.
Back to packing it was, then, and she'd just crank up the Old Man Markley album she'd picked up off iTunes on a whim this morning while she did. It was... a lot more fun than she'd be expecting it to be. Huh.
[[mmm, punk bluegrass from a local band. yeah, i have a new musical obsession. this was a totally gratuitous attempt to shoehorn in a link to that video somewhere, but the door and post are open, why not?]]