Hey, it's Jaye, bringing you the last news of 2005! *blows on noisemaker*
Edumacation
In classes- God, we're still doing this? I've been done since Thursday, ha!
Gym does aerobic kickboxing,
Poetry presents their siestas,
Art goes wild, but not in a tribal way, and
Celtic Lit watches A Charlie Brown Christmas. Which has nothing to do with Celtic Lit, but it has the Snoopy Dance, and there is no bad there.
Greco Roman Archaeology takes their final, while
Languages and
Home Ec turn in their final project stuff. If you're in
Abnormal Psych or any of
Professor Grissom's classes, go check your grades.
In the
Library, my notes say Janet's distracted, Rory's glowy, and Zero and Angela just want to go home. Krycek
brings presents for Parker, and Angela
gets Rovered in Special Collections. Which is
confuzzling some people.
In
Study Hall, Angel (and Sean) bring Ms. Calendar a present. Yeah. That's all that happened.
Professor The Tick,
Professor Eppes,
Professor Chaucer and
The Doctor hold office hours.
Principal Bristow also has
office hours, and gets presents. And meets Angel's puppy. And now our spy
principal is gone! *sads* And zomg, the new one scares meeeee! I say we bring him back to do an Easter pageant.
Living Conditions
You can all
thank Marty for the decorated common rooms. Thanks, Marty! Vala, I want copies of those pictures.
Hey, you know how I warned you all to get your books back the hell to the library? I warned you for a reason.
Just ask Bel.
Crichton and friends
hang on the roof, Dr. House
gets a visit from Aziraphale,
our teachers have a date and you'll notice I'm not saying anything immature! Though none of you can see me right now. Callisto and Darla get
flowers, and Parker's
headed out of town.
Chiana's... um...
looking different. And that's not code for "turned into an animal." Or "turned into a boy."
Dr. House gets a piano for his birthday, and Veronica Mars and Angel have
one of those talks. You know which one. Though actually, you probably don't. Ha. Deal. Callynanders
are cavity-inducing, and Rory's OMGJUSTAFRIEND Anakin stops by. Um. When Valentine's Day rolls around, and Anders wins Boyfriend of the Year, I had nothing to do with him getting a head start. Nothing at all.
Paige,
Angel,
Jake,
Bridge,
Callisto and
I do the gift-giving thing. Next year I'm getting the gremlins to do my dirty work for me. Somehow, someway, this will happen. In completely unrelated news, Bel
goes looking for Phoebe.
Out and About
Angela seems to be having some
confusion after her time in Special Collections. She ends up by the
Town Hall, where Paige explains a thing or two. Huh. Looks like I'm gonna be making a phone call or two tomorrow.
There's a
Solstice bonfire on the beach, where Han
makes plans to talk to Ben and Michael, Michael and Lana
talk family, and there's a lot of general mingling.
At Caritas,
Veronica explains road trips to Jarod, then tries to explain some things to
Angela before
Parker and Marty show up. Marty then gets Angela
to Luke's safe and sound.
Wilson meets the new angel girl person, and
GOB shows up at the Fourth Sin. No surprise. What's the whorehouse equivalent of frequent flyer miles?
Darla and Drusilla also show. That... Dude. I don't even wanna know. Lalalalalala.
Random Crap That Doesn't Fit Anywhere Else
Before sending many of you back into the world/dimension/alternate timeline you came from for the break, let me take this opportunity to confuse you further, because I don't think most of you have been introduced to New Year's Eve. Now. Our traditions say that however you spend New Year's Eve is how you're going to spend the next year, which is why you couples get together and sicken me, since you'll probably all be broken up by Valentine's Day. Anyway. Of course, considering most people spend New Year's Eve going to parties, getting really really trashed and either end up watching TV or making out with some random stranger... Okay, maybe there's something to that tradition.
And also, we can't forget that you're supposed to start the New Year by saying how much you suck and how you have to change something about yourself. That's called a New Year's resolution. Don't worry too much about it. Most of them don't last more than two weeks. I? Resolve to be more truthful. We'll see how this goes.
That's it for me, at least until January. Barbossa, you've got
a little something waiting for you here. Don't eat too much, don't drink too much, don't get arrested, don't break your resolutions on January 2, don't jaywalk because I will kill you with my car, don't feed the Mogwai after midnight, don't cross your eyes or they'll stick that way, use the stairs in case of fire, and come back with interesting stories, damn you. In which case, forget everything else I just said. Merry Happy Christmahannukwanzasolstifestivukuh, and to all a good night.