Room 317, Friday Afternoon
Yeah, so Quinn was at loose ends once she got back from class and her workout. She even would have appreciated another crazy phone message, but no such luck.
She went online for a little while, but nobody was around to chat with, mocking bad cheer routines on YouTube wasn't as soothing as it used to be, and she couldn't deal with her online algebra coursework. Finally, she decided that if she couldn't focus on anything else productive -- and mocking the inept was definitely productive in Quinn's book -- she'd clean.
She left her door open and a Temptations best of CD playing as she sorted through her sweaters. She'd never color-coded them; maybe she should try.
[Open Door, open post, bored mun who needs to do this crazy room post thing more often.]
She went online for a little while, but nobody was around to chat with, mocking bad cheer routines on YouTube wasn't as soothing as it used to be, and she couldn't deal with her online algebra coursework. Finally, she decided that if she couldn't focus on anything else productive -- and mocking the inept was definitely productive in Quinn's book -- she'd clean.
She left her door open and a Temptations best of CD playing as she sorted through her sweaters. She'd never color-coded them; maybe she should try.
[Open Door, open post, bored mun who needs to do this crazy room post thing more often.]