There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rustThankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to ( Read more... )

Today seemed like a good day for Our Lady Peace. Today seemed like a good day for busying herself with making sure the CDs were all organized and not ... out of order or ... something. Okay. Good ( Read more... )

Okay, so George was late. If you thought she was going to make up for it by working hard or something ... then maybe you hadn't ever met George?

She had dressed up for Halloween. That was about all the effort she was going to put into caring about things for today.

Groovy Tunes was, in fact, open, and George might take a nap.

(... LJ, I can't ( Read more... )

Work. Jonothon had found work here at the Boards, and a place to stay, both of which he was going to count as a win. And, while yesterday was Halloween and he could very well have just dug through the costumes rack for something to wear in an attempt to enjoy his favourite holiday, he'd opted to mostly just sit low. Take some time to himself. Get ( Read more... )

All right, after that horrible excuse for a "music" concert yesterday, there was one and only thing George could do at Groovy Tunes today: find as many of those Hannah Montana CDs as possible, and destroy them ( Read more... )

The glitter could not be contained! Nor could the moose...despite their plastic nature. Homecoming continued onward, welcoming all late arrivals who were still in time for the main event!

Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!

[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | ( Read more... )

Okay, vacation was over. And George was back to the music shop. And yes, maybe the fresh air and helping people crap had done her some good, but she wasn't going to admit that.

Hey, she made a sign.

10% OFF
IF YOU CONVINCE ME
TO GIVE A FUCK
ABOUT SOMETHING
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25% SURCHARGE
IF YOU TRY AND FAIL

(open / ocd-free / sp warning / one of those days)

As was traditional, the start of the end of Parents' Weekend featured plenty of food, benches, chairs, and coffee in the park. After all, the Student Council couldn't let the parents be weirded out one last time without a feast ( Read more... )

It was nearly the end of the lunch hour, and Topher still hadn't met his quota.

Ever since he had been turned out onto the street by his one-time benefactor, Topher had been forced to satisfy a set amount of clients per day. Despite hating every minute of it, Topher had watched as his life became an endless routine of john after john, spending ( Read more... )

There was something minorly weird going on on the island. Jeremy could tell by how much trouble he'd had getting into his closet earlier today, when he'd wanted to pick out a nice suit and shirt and a good tie that went with both. He'd eventually wrestled the closet door into submission, but the experience (along with the random little gates in the ( Read more... )