Wakes and funerals were pretty much the worst things ever to begin with, and it was so much worse when you were related to the person. It was all tears and "Do you remember how he used to" and forced socialization with family members you tried to avoid on a normal basis. Plus everything smelled like embalming fluid and calla lilies and she would ( Read more... )

Jaye could have gone home for the weekend. She could have. She wouldn't have of her own free will. Instead she claimed that with classes having already started in what was looking to be her very last semester of college, she was too busy and needed to have her brain in place for the coming week. So Mahandra came to visit her for the night ( Read more... )

Jaye's awake.

This would be because the animals have randomly decided they need to keep their voices in shape, despite not having lungs or vocal cords or anything they would rationally need to sing, but here she is, listening.

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda..."I'm terrified I know the words to this song," Jaye ( Read more... )

Jaye has left her phone off for most of the day, and kept her door closed. So far she's liking the classes themselves, the TAship is good, and the Media Studies teacher can definitely stay. Of course, between the conversation with Dean and talking with Luke, Jaye hasn't really wanted to deal with people much. She's really liking the idea of a ( Read more... )

But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes
He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes

Jaye has not slept well the last few days. Pretty much at all. If she's not crashing in class, this is what she has to put up with.

So any time your gettin’ low
’stead of lettin’ go

She's kinda getting tired of it. Or maybe just tired.

Just remember that ( Read more... )

Puppies and boykissy make things better, and porn and apparently randomly-detachable Rory limbs don't suck either (though both are freaky in their own respective ways), but once Jaye's back in her room it's back to ugh.

It doesn't help that the damn animals are singing the Mexican Hat Dance at blurry o'clock.

Jaye's had better nights. Let's put it that way.

It's weird, Jaye thinks, getting into bed and pulling the covers up over her. It's been quiet. Really quiet. It's not like she's been around a ton, but still.

It's been quiet in here.

Not that Jaye's complaining.

Jaye wakes up to something singing at her. Loudly. Maybe in French.

And while she would ordinarily yell back at whichever stupid animal, if not animals, are causing the problem, she's kind of also got Cameron sleeping on her floor and figures having a 'sode would not be a good thing. Gah.

( In which Heart Attack Santa did a tiny bit of good )